This song is so George Michael to Andrew Ridgeley. Hi Brie :-* He will be the man who loves him until the end of time. Sigh.
I just had one of those really deep sleeps where you wake up feeling very "Top O' the Morn' to ya!" except it's noon, so the morn thing isn't relevant anymore. Well I made it home after my big Go to California and see the Cure, come back in less than 48 hours adventure.
Thirteen hours on the Greyhound and a left behind pair of sunglasses later, I made it home from Sacramento. No creepy Indian men proposed to me on the way back, and I had a seat to myself. Some trashy woman got kicked off the bus in Grants Pass for smoking in the bathroom. We all laughed at her.
The concert! Amazing. I cried, as per usual. I think I wept the most during Plainsong. That song guts me every time. The crowd wasn't too crazy. They could've been a lot crazier. It was hot, sticky, crowded and wonderful. I thought seeing Robert Smith looking more aged would be upsetting, like seeing a sad 45 year old clown, but it wasn't and you know, he was rocking out like a twenty year old. HE AND SIMON ARE SO IN LOVE. Had to throw that in there randomly. The playlist was:
Lost, Plainsong, Labyrinth, Fascination Street, From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea, High, The End of the World, Anniversary, Inbetween Days, Just Like Heaven, Pictures of You, Lullaby, Before Three, alt.end, Disintegration, One Hundred Years, The Promise
:') We called Sharon during High and Just Like Heaven. Sorry if it was too loud, Sharon! Robert Smith is the only man besides my dad that I'll ever love, I've decided. There's a line in this book I'm reading that totally summed up the experience perfectly -"His songs made loneliness, sadness and outrage seem cool. I wanted to become even more lonely and sad and outraged. Talk about your powerful good fortunes. Everything I hated about myself became everything I loved inside of one hour." Pretentious as fuck, but that's how it is.
I scanned some of the program. scan numero uno scan numero dos Do you see that? The man loves Sponge Bob Squarepants. To me, he is perfect.
Joey made a mistake and doesn't actually arrive here until tomorrow. We forgive her because she's Norwegian. So I'm in a mad rush to get my room cleaned up and I had two job interviews on Friday that I'm still waiting to hear the status on. I HATE WAITING. Cross your fingers for me. :-*