Happy Holidays You Bastard

Is the title of a blink song, if you were unawares.

Tonight, my friend Mike from Scotland and I went to see blink-182 play at some sports arena here in San Diego. On our way there, we went to In N Out, which was nice.

So we got to the venue and weasled our way up to the front and saw some band called Mutemath. They were okay. Not my favourite but they were super entertaining to watch.

Everlast went on. I've never heard of them before and wouldn't buy their album or anything, but their cover of Folsom Prison Blues was cool.

I think DMC was next? It was okay. It was like. Half of RUN DMC. Or whatever. So that was okay.

Pennywise went on and I saw SO many bloody noses. They were rad. And at the end, I think I managed to get against the barrier. Which is my goal in life for all shows ever.

Switchfoot went on. They were like, my first real show when I was like 13 or whatever. I had a t-shirt from their show. It was brown with a pink logo. Yum. Anyway, it was really funny seeing them because I didn't know they even still toured. Upon further ferreting around on their wikipedia page, I've been reminded that they did Oh! Gravity at some point while I was in highschool. It was a rad song and I recall once sitting on my desk and rocking out to it.

Social Distortion were good. They were all really well-dressed which was cool. Their singer, Mike Ness has face tattoos and a fight broke out somewhere behind me and he started talking about how people with tattoos weren't necessarily badasses. They covered Ring of Fire as their last song. Which was exciting. I love Johnny Cash. And literally the entire time Mike Ness was staring at me. Which was awkward. Because he's okay looking I guess and his tattoos are hot, but he's 49... so yeah, whatever. I just smiled about Johnny Cash songs and sang along and stared right back at him anyway. Because seriously why not?

Blink went on last and they were amazing. I was literally dead centre for them when they first got on (but was slowly pushed over to Tom). After they played two songs, Tom came over to the middle and we looked at each other and he mouthed hello at me, so I said hi and waved. ...And then he opened his mouth and drooled a massive gooey looge. Ew. So I spit at him. It didn't hit him or anything, but the guy next to me gave me a high-five for it.

Mark Hoppus is gorgeous.

Like. Actually. Freakishly good looking. It should be illegal to have eyes that blue. Or not. Actually. Just... to sleep. Or blink.

Anyway. He is excellent. At everything ever. Like bass and being cool. And funny. A+ for the funnies.

He was rad and came over and played in front of me and smiled at me a whole bunch. Which was awesome because obviously I love him and want to stare at him forever. He also came over and was like, HEY THESE ARE FOR YOU! when I was looking at him, and threw a bunch of plecs at me. So rad! Oh. Also. My bra matched his nail varnish. I actually didn't remember his nails when I chose to wear this bra.

...Also I took my shirt off because it was coming down anyway. I was totally going to throw it onstage, but it's my Kid Dynamite shirt so I decided that would be a dumb idea. It was also just nicer to be topless. I was in my bra, anyway, though.

So yeah. They were lovely and wonderful and I adore them.

Things I Do

I'm in San Diego now.
I work at a hostel in the gaslamp.
I'm the only girl.
I have 4 roommates. They're all guys.
We sleep in a 3-storey death trap. Basically.
But it's really cool. In fact. It's probably; the coolest place I've ever lived.
Having 4 guy roommates is a million times better than having 5 girl roommates.
Also, California is better than Alberta. Like. A lot.
I feel a little rebellious sharing a room with 4 guys.
Mostly because even public bathrooms are kept separate.
Even though I'm 21. And it's not like I've never slept with guys before.
But still. I've never actually gotten to share a room with them. It was always against some rule.
The nightlife here is really great. We go out a lot. It's actually a part of our jobs.
We went to a pretentious 3-storey club called Stingaree's last night. It had an outside upper deck which was beautiful.
I decided to suit the occasion and drink iced water with lemon in martini glasses all night.
The ends of them were really sour since the lemon would side there, so my face would squick like I was actually drinking alcohol.
And not drinking water out of a martini glass like the pretentious ass I actually am.
I met the most perfect looking tattoo artist there. He only does oldschool stuff.
Having tattoo artists as friends is my favourite thing ever.
Half the staff/my roommates are sick today. Including myself.
Instead of going to TJ or Boudoir, I'm staying in with my computer.
Hopefully I'll feel better in the morning.
I like California and I love the hostelling thing. I meet tonnes of really awesome people all the time.
I haven't been to the beach, yet.
Not as though there's really any point right now. I'm not allowed to swim for another 4 weeks.

Anyway. That's my life right now.