Sometimes I need to remind myself that pints are not my friend. And that I still have a diary.
Tosay is my 21st birthday. Celebration occurred last night (if you can even call it that) at the Frames/Mark Geary show. Now, I'm really easy to please when it comes to shows. All I ask is that people don't touch me, don't spill beer on my sister's camera, and respect the band. That is all. It's not too much to ask.
But no. Mark Geary played five songs when he normally plays about ten including encore. Why? Because people can't shut their mouths. And I know it's a show and everything and people are allowed to say whatever they want but if you want to talk to your freinds loudly about every other Irish band you've seen in you're lifetime, save your $20 and talk to them at home. Multiplied by every person there, except for the handful of nice people, made for a loud, unpleasent listening experience.
Let's just say that there was alot of drama. Including but not limited to Mark Geary later making out with the loudest talking, bichiest girl in the entire crowd. Not long after he talked to us about how disappointed he was that people didn't listen to him play. Yeah, well.
And you know, when we went out drinking with him after NXNE it proved that not every male musician will use their position to take advantage of his so-called fans. But no, this changed all that.
The Frames were awesome. They were playing Pavement Tune at midnight, when it was officially our birthday. "Let me take you by the hand!" I am attempting to post videos on my U of T website despite it being school-related only. It's not going so well really, because I am not computer literate.
Johnny the drummer told us to go to Blue Moon so he could buy us a drink (just in case you live under a rock, or have never read my diary before, my sister Kristine and I are twins). It was past last call when he actually made it there so we only got a "happy birthday, twins!" But that was enough.
And today, for my actual birthday, I ate pizza and watched I heart Huckabees while I recovered from what can only be a slight mixed-alcohol hangover. It's funny how Kris's knowledge of art makes everything so much funnier.
posted + 2005-03-05 at 9:11 p.m.