Monday, March 14, 2011
If You Complain Once More, You'll Meet An Army Of Me
Spent the weekend doin' a little CMW-ing. In fact, I saw a band at the Bovine on Friday that I liked so damn much, I went to see 'em again the next day at Wrongbar.
Maybe I also developed a girl crush. Maybe two. And maybe I proposed.
I consider it my first proper weekend back in Toronto. Y'know, one where I didn't just spend all my time unpacking and trying to organize all my crap into my li'l apartment.
I miss seeing live bands at different venues, and forgot how much I dig it.
I have a feeling my concert calendar is gonna get full fairly quickly.
Problem is, I've been so busy that it's been a long time since I've gone out two nights in a row. It was almost sad how tired and old it made me feel by Sunday.
I'm not a spring chicken anymore, guys. The days of going out every night til 5am are so long gone, I can hardly remember 'em. (Blame the booze if you must. I blame late-twenties senility. And maybe that voodoo curse that was once put on me.)
I hope to hell that I'm not getting boring and overly normal.