- got in a humongous fight with the lover.
- braced my fears and drove downtown to watch him play at the Songwriter's Competition for Folk Fest.
- got in a tiny accident
So, I guess my day started after waking up at 1 to find a smogasboard of bills and shiz lying on my bedside table. Thanks mom and dad, nothing like the smell of all my money slipping out of my hands in the morning to wake you up. Whatever happened to that nice cup of joe?
One of these marvelous bills was a parking ticket I had tried to rally out of earlier. There was a minimum pay due date or something on it for May 5 (yes, that's two days ago), but no one had bothered to check the mail for a few days, me included. So now Im paying the maximum fine.
ANYWAYS - while I was sorting through this, I was on the phone with Colin and we started arguing about something, and being horribly stressed like the basketcase f*cktard I am, I just got a little frustrated.
This, ofcourse, led to a giant meltdown that our relationship is famous for, and obviously, he wasn't going to drive me to his gig. Before anyone goes "Oh boo hoo, drive yourself", you must know - I have a fear of driving downtown. I would rather drive correctly around a traffic circle 1000 times rather than spend 4 minutes or more in downtown traffic.
And Guess Where This Gig Was? SMACK DOWNTOWN - 17th Ave, ughhhhhh.
Too bad I love Colin more than I can count on a thousand people's fingers and toes - so I didn't even shower or brush my teeth - sexy, I know..- I just brushed my hair out, put on some pants and drove downtown.
- WORST DECISION OF MY LIFE.
...more on that later. I just walked into the Ship & Anchor Pub and knew it was worth it. I like that even after having a giant fight, I can just look at him and we'll both know how stupid we are and just get back into the swing of things.
His band played, and did not win. So no my-boyfriend-played-at-folk-fest bragging rights for me. Although I still hold the bragging rights for best-man-that-i-love-although-all-we-ever-do-is-fight-and-rip-at-each-other-every-five-mins-I-will-still-spend-my-life-with-him.
On the way back, I was driving...and scratched my car against someone else's. It sucked. Also, I am sure I have the worst luck in the world because the guy could not speak english very well and Im pretty sure he had a fake license and works for some non-existent company which he gave me a business card for.
I came home and got all my bases covered, called the cops, etc, but still - no good shall come of this.
About the performance itself, I wish I was ballsy enough to tell Colin's band what to do like that horrible witch in Spinal Tap (I cannot believe I referenced this movie, because I think it's a bunch of bollocks). They have a good show, and are amazing musicians but the presentation is all wrong. And if there is one thing I know how to do, it is PRESENT (myself, you, whatever). I dont know...things could have gone better. I am not too sad by the loss though because there was a band that played before them and they were really good too, and they had a better presentation of themselves (in my opinion), and didn't win anything.
I came to the conclusion that this competition was about giving someone who would never otherwise have a chance in hell some exposure. This cute little girl won for a song I would play to my children in a nursery, certainly not something I would try and relive Woodstock with (if I was that old! AS IF! Ha!).
On a side note (a very bad side note): When I told Colin that I got in the accident, he apologized and said it was his fault because he knew I hated driving downtown and he shouldn't have left without me. Funny thing is that whole process of logic popped into my head, and I thought I was the worst kind of person to think that. But he gets it. And I get him.
Point of this whole story: Im an idiot, I need to control my temper - and everybody needs to go to the Ship & Anchor Pub because you get a BIG basket of sweet potato fries for $5.20. Not to mention, they were the perfect kind of crispy. Best deal in town. Do it.
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