lucky girl.
Sep. 26th, 2003 03:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangningI really am.
Used that worn-out ticket I'e been toting forever. And the night was blissful. Despite or maybe because of the uncertainty factor -- Cowboy Mouth cancelled because their lead singer tore his vocal cords, and for awhile it was possible there wouldn't be a show.
But there was. And we had fun -- somewhere soon, I expect, pictures of Sean in some girl's Mari Mac babydoll tee will crop up. The maniacal laughter you will feel emanating from the background will be mine.
Getting to see Alan striding through my hotel like he owned the place and utterly belonged was something I'm gonna have flashbacks to. Though tonight, I was disappointed to see that they didn't use their rooms. They must have headed out shortly after I did. And had I been on duty, I'd have waived the no-show fee and hoped Angelina wouldn't notice. Sorry, guys.
Chip Sudderth, who organised the street team, and the generally awesome people who comprise the band's mobile fan base, are starting to make me feel like home is where the b'ys are, and that's an impression the guys themselves do nothing to dispel. I gave over a card I hope they can all read, that said way too little about how much their music has meant and continues to mean to me. I got hugged and kissed and I got to socialise for twenty minutes. Alan remembered me from the last time through -- which ain't hard, I'm the only dark face in that crowd.
I got home at 3 AM. I stayed up till maybe too long after that, but since that involved getting a phone call from Ben, I am not complaining. Even if he did say he doesn't like me. *scowl.* ;) I woke up again in time to catch some of the important people and spend some happy time with them, and then I went back to bed. I got to work and I just realised it's almost 4 AM, the audit's running, the IJ's half done, and it's blessedly quiet. My throat is harboring an ocean's worth of sand where vocal cords should be, my feet haven't forgiven me, and I'm tired. So very tired. But tomorrow's another day off, I was caught when I fell down hard, today, and right now I'm still standing.
What more could any woman want?
Used that worn-out ticket I'e been toting forever. And the night was blissful. Despite or maybe because of the uncertainty factor -- Cowboy Mouth cancelled because their lead singer tore his vocal cords, and for awhile it was possible there wouldn't be a show.
But there was. And we had fun -- somewhere soon, I expect, pictures of Sean in some girl's Mari Mac babydoll tee will crop up. The maniacal laughter you will feel emanating from the background will be mine.
Getting to see Alan striding through my hotel like he owned the place and utterly belonged was something I'm gonna have flashbacks to. Though tonight, I was disappointed to see that they didn't use their rooms. They must have headed out shortly after I did. And had I been on duty, I'd have waived the no-show fee and hoped Angelina wouldn't notice. Sorry, guys.
Chip Sudderth, who organised the street team, and the generally awesome people who comprise the band's mobile fan base, are starting to make me feel like home is where the b'ys are, and that's an impression the guys themselves do nothing to dispel. I gave over a card I hope they can all read, that said way too little about how much their music has meant and continues to mean to me. I got hugged and kissed and I got to socialise for twenty minutes. Alan remembered me from the last time through -- which ain't hard, I'm the only dark face in that crowd.
I got home at 3 AM. I stayed up till maybe too long after that, but since that involved getting a phone call from Ben, I am not complaining. Even if he did say he doesn't like me. *scowl.* ;) I woke up again in time to catch some of the important people and spend some happy time with them, and then I went back to bed. I got to work and I just realised it's almost 4 AM, the audit's running, the IJ's half done, and it's blessedly quiet. My throat is harboring an ocean's worth of sand where vocal cords should be, my feet haven't forgiven me, and I'm tired. So very tired. But tomorrow's another day off, I was caught when I fell down hard, today, and right now I'm still standing.
What more could any woman want?
