vague

It was my final night out before being shipped back Stateside for a good long while and how did I spend it? Well, I did go out, technically. We headed over to Matt's, picking up some pizza on the way. Then we waited around for a few more people to join us and gradually made our way to a pricey gig at a converted church (which I had actually never visited before and was on my list of things to do before going, so I guess I accomplished something there). But because we had dilly dallied so much beforehand, we missed the first 20 minutes. Thank goodness they played a long set and a double, five-song encore.

The gig was actually pretty great, which made me even more upset for missing the first half of it. It was Nouvelle Vague, a French band who do bossonova covers of crazy post punk hits. It was brilliant! The two lead singers had the most amazing voices, and were spunky as hell. Their rendition of Dead Kennedys 'Too Drunk to Fuck' was priceless. Best performance I've seen in a long time. Look em up. I would link you, but I've forgotten how. www.nouvellesvagues.com

After the show - at which my purse strap broke, my rum and coke tasted disgustingly like lime, and I started to get a massively painful earache - we were ushered out into the night and had to decide where to go from there. There was a birthday in our party, and she thought she might run into some friends if we went to a certain bar... which happened to be on the other side of town, and packed with students, as it was, after all, Saturday night. I was grumbly at the prospect of having to hike all the way there, just to be stuffed uncomfortably among annoying people, sipping overpriced drinks. But I figured I should suck it up and deal and stop being so old, as it was my last night out and all.

During the long walk - okay, it wasn't THAT far, I'm probably exhaggerating a bit - I started thinking about how I wouldn't be walking those streets for a long time. At the pub, as we squeezed in uncomfortably in a tiny corner near the gents', as anticipated, I couldn't help gazing upon my friends and thinking, I won't see him for ages. It was just starting to sink in. As was the ferocity of my earache. Ack. And my sore throat, from all that smoke. So I gave in to the grumbly old lady within and left after just one drink. I felt bad, guilty, lame and all the rest, but I also couldn't be bothered. Terrible. And the long walk home was torture. I hate that walk.

Today will likely be spent indoors, moping, packing, weeping. Blah. Tomorrow morning at the airport will be horrendous - I don't want to even consider it. Alison suggested we meet up for lunch, but I don't think I could bear having to go out. Richard is intent on making the most of the time. He woke me up with a smile and a promise to wait on me hand and foot, starting with a french toast breakfast. Aww bless him! I'm gonna miss him so much! What makes me even more sad, however, is the thought of him alone. Awww.

I better go before I start getting mushy. Behave...