Parking Violation
Nov. 11th, 2021 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
takethisforexampleBut no maggots up my sleeve.
I always say this, but I had the best night ever in my life the other night. Truly the peak human experience, or at least that's how it feels every time I get to go out and do something fun.
A friend of mine who I only know online had an extra ticket for a show in Philadelphia. This friend, Allie, is in a band and I was able to meet all but the bassist when I picked them up on a whim at the 30th Street Station. I don't think I've ever hit it off so quickly with a group of people. Their company was great, and surprising since I have never really interacted with Allie outside of the context of being Instagram mutuals. They were obviously such a tight group and I made sure I didn't infringe on that, which was cool because I got to hear them talk about their music and creative process. A few people outside the gig recognized them from their past shows, and that definitely put things into perspective for me. I guess since that stuff interests me I sort of overvalue it, but I was able to take away a lot from it. They also seemed to like me a lot, which is a pretty new feeling for me, and despite having not even a mere stroke of musical talent they invited me to their band practice tomorrow. It excites me as a storyteller.
As for the show, well, as you can imagine, headbanging with them at the front of the stage to some truly awesome music totally made my night. I had done jack shit all day and planned to do jack shit all night, but instead I got to do that, and that little impulsive piece of me is something I cherish. The headlining band was Screaming Females, who apparently are pretty well known in the New Brunswick indie scene, and they blew my mind. The opening bands, TVO and Sweeping Promises, were two totally unique experiences as well.
It's rare for me to meet people I can have a good time with like that. After we parked in Philly, we found this shopping cart and pushed each other around in it before and after the show. And afterwards, when we all got back to my car, there was a giant violation sticker on my windshield and we laughed our asses off removing it with the help of Mel's acrylic nails, some water, a towel, and my trusty pocket knife. Since I had to drive them all home I got to learn a lot about them in that time. It was amazing. I got home at 2 am and was hallucinating on the way home because I was tired but it was fine. And get this- they even paid for gas.
Anyways, my parents visited the other day which was fun. It's funny, they have been so good with respecting my independence and privacy since I got here. And since it's been awhile, they were happy to see me. Of course I was totally prepared to have them visit and they were shocked by how clean my apartment and room was and how good my grades are. For the first time in years they looked proud of me. It almost makes me think I'm doing something wrong, but maybe they are just doing something right. They are okay with me going to crazy punk shows in Philadelphia and interviewing strangers and drinking at home here and there. Besides my drug use I don't really think there is much that they are worried about with me. I want them to know that their money (for my tuition) is worth it and that I take my education seriously. After they left, I felt distinguished. I felt respected in a way I sort of wasn't before.
Also, they brought the dog with them. At one point they left her with me for a couple hours and she slept on my bed and we watched documentaries together, just like in the summer. I miss my pets the most. I've been thinking about getting a cat and how that might help with things being so lonely around here. I really do think I need a best friend, something tangible that can provide physical comfort and help me when I'm anxious. I told my parents this, and they didn't say no... because I wouldn't bring that up with them if I didn't think it would help me. They won't give me Charlie, which sucks because I miss him more than anything in the world, but I feel like I'd love my own cat just the same. Hopefully my performance has been good enough for them to seriously consider it. I have a hunch that they might get me a cat for Christmas.
So yeah, that's what's new in my world. I have been very happy recently. Stable, but in my own chaotic way. Life doesn't feel redundant like it did earlier in the semester and I appreciate that. I feel good and have things to look forward to, things I will write about soon. I'm particularly excited about the feature story I have to write for one of my journalism courses. Storytelling, whether it be this blog or an assignment, has made me a driven person. There are stories everywhere now.
I always say this, but I had the best night ever in my life the other night. Truly the peak human experience, or at least that's how it feels every time I get to go out and do something fun.
A friend of mine who I only know online had an extra ticket for a show in Philadelphia. This friend, Allie, is in a band and I was able to meet all but the bassist when I picked them up on a whim at the 30th Street Station. I don't think I've ever hit it off so quickly with a group of people. Their company was great, and surprising since I have never really interacted with Allie outside of the context of being Instagram mutuals. They were obviously such a tight group and I made sure I didn't infringe on that, which was cool because I got to hear them talk about their music and creative process. A few people outside the gig recognized them from their past shows, and that definitely put things into perspective for me. I guess since that stuff interests me I sort of overvalue it, but I was able to take away a lot from it. They also seemed to like me a lot, which is a pretty new feeling for me, and despite having not even a mere stroke of musical talent they invited me to their band practice tomorrow. It excites me as a storyteller.
As for the show, well, as you can imagine, headbanging with them at the front of the stage to some truly awesome music totally made my night. I had done jack shit all day and planned to do jack shit all night, but instead I got to do that, and that little impulsive piece of me is something I cherish. The headlining band was Screaming Females, who apparently are pretty well known in the New Brunswick indie scene, and they blew my mind. The opening bands, TVO and Sweeping Promises, were two totally unique experiences as well.
It's rare for me to meet people I can have a good time with like that. After we parked in Philly, we found this shopping cart and pushed each other around in it before and after the show. And afterwards, when we all got back to my car, there was a giant violation sticker on my windshield and we laughed our asses off removing it with the help of Mel's acrylic nails, some water, a towel, and my trusty pocket knife. Since I had to drive them all home I got to learn a lot about them in that time. It was amazing. I got home at 2 am and was hallucinating on the way home because I was tired but it was fine. And get this- they even paid for gas.
Anyways, my parents visited the other day which was fun. It's funny, they have been so good with respecting my independence and privacy since I got here. And since it's been awhile, they were happy to see me. Of course I was totally prepared to have them visit and they were shocked by how clean my apartment and room was and how good my grades are. For the first time in years they looked proud of me. It almost makes me think I'm doing something wrong, but maybe they are just doing something right. They are okay with me going to crazy punk shows in Philadelphia and interviewing strangers and drinking at home here and there. Besides my drug use I don't really think there is much that they are worried about with me. I want them to know that their money (for my tuition) is worth it and that I take my education seriously. After they left, I felt distinguished. I felt respected in a way I sort of wasn't before.
Also, they brought the dog with them. At one point they left her with me for a couple hours and she slept on my bed and we watched documentaries together, just like in the summer. I miss my pets the most. I've been thinking about getting a cat and how that might help with things being so lonely around here. I really do think I need a best friend, something tangible that can provide physical comfort and help me when I'm anxious. I told my parents this, and they didn't say no... because I wouldn't bring that up with them if I didn't think it would help me. They won't give me Charlie, which sucks because I miss him more than anything in the world, but I feel like I'd love my own cat just the same. Hopefully my performance has been good enough for them to seriously consider it. I have a hunch that they might get me a cat for Christmas.
So yeah, that's what's new in my world. I have been very happy recently. Stable, but in my own chaotic way. Life doesn't feel redundant like it did earlier in the semester and I appreciate that. I feel good and have things to look forward to, things I will write about soon. I'm particularly excited about the feature story I have to write for one of my journalism courses. Storytelling, whether it be this blog or an assignment, has made me a driven person. There are stories everywhere now.
