pukingindreams
So I went to the barbeque yesterday. I have to say... I have missed barbeques. Had a smoke on the way there... Played some poker, enjoyed myself... and after a trip or two to Jamaica I was all set and good. Lotta Guiness too.
Probably the highlight of the day was the amazing jam session I got to listen in on. The owners of the house, who I'm sure you all know by now, unless you're not of the Ottawan persuasion (in which case, you wouldn't know any of these people... Justin, Chester, John... Pete was not there) and some others (forget who exactly... Dan Parker was there, Kelly was there, forget who else jammed. Oh yeah! Braeden jammed for a while... and there was Aaron, who I don't know well...) just jammed for a long while... you could hear it quite well outside, but being in that room was just a-fucking-mazing. It's really awesome when all the people in a jam just mesh together so well. I wish I had pictures, but I didn't bring my camera. Great vibes.
Thank god too. Music was too good to be wasting it trying to figure out exposure rates.
I think in all my years of hanging with people, drinking, and musical awesome (I myself indulge in Piano and Keyboard when I feel the need, though I do miss my singing voice... perhaps I'll practice a lot of Elton over the summer). Not even Yellowstone Driver comes close... and I miss those guys. I'd really want to go back to NY and hang with them, smoke and play poker on the porch after a good show downtown...
My buddies, Yellowstone Driver, hanging outside Savannah's after a gig. Picture used without permission, but with much love.
All's well though.
So when I got back to campus, Dave calls me, and invites me out to a bar. At this point I'm pretty damned set, but hey, it's a bar, and Dave's an awesome guy. Why the fuck not?
Mistake? Yeah. Not blaming Dave at all, because I went of my own will and he's totally a nice guy, but I got floored. I danced for some people whom I will likely never see again, and just... damn. It was rather silly. Another set of people to have admired my dancing.
I'm still amazed Dave got me into the bar, what with my no-ID situation and all. That was totally cool of him.
Better of him was dragging me home... you see... I puked for the first time in three years on booze... and only the second time in all my years (what, 6? 7?) as an alcoholic. And when I say I puked, I mean I puked my guts out. I'm still feeling it now, and it's noon the next day. I haven't puked that much since I had all those SoCo shots and coolers last time...
I can't believe it's been three years.
I forgot how much the carbonation in the beer gets to me. Note to self: Stick to hard liquor, Johann! Don't you remember why you prefer it?
Anyway, so it was a good night, puking aside. So good a night I'm still feeling it now. Listening to Joanna Newsom now, but...
I hope I get to hear them all jam again. That was fucking awesome.
P.S. I got word I puked on the lady next to me in the bus. If you're that lady... and you're one of my readers... I'm really sorry. If not, then... *laughs* OH GOD I'm a bad person.