I've never really been one to post about everything I do (like anyone cares), but I feel this weekend has put a lot in perspective (for the good). I thought I'd write down my thoughts...
This weekend past (well, on Thursday) I turned eighteen. Considering I had a fake ID for a year and a half before hand I really didn't think this would mean too much to me, it didn't really feel like a milestone, and not necessarily in a bad way either. For the two and a half months of not being eighteen and not having a fake ID (after losing it) I didn't miss it all that much. I missed out seeing a few good bands but that was about it.
Anyway, this weekend was a hell of a lot of fun. I ended up going to a lot of different places, and even though there was a distinct familiarity everything was also kind of new. I saw Judd from The Disables play an acoustic covers set and got to sing my heart out to some of my favourite songs, I saw my friends in Waiting Room play one of their best sets, I saw some more friends play an acoustic show, I saw Extortion at a shitty metal fest. I spent time with some people I knew meant the world to me and I spent time with some people I liked but didn't notice how great they are until now.I spent too much money, I did too many bad things, I drank too much, I did too many drugs; but after all of it I am amazingly happy. I'd rather have these stories and no money in my wallet than anything else...
This weekend coming I get to see Title Fight with Touche Amore, Headaches and Break Even. I get to see my boy Hugo (Toy Boats) play some songs. I will hopefully get to see Taipan play under a bridge, if not I will see them with the one and only Sick People and finally I get to see Paper Arms again (finally) and The Gifthorse for another last time.
Despite all the little things that seem to crush me, it's nice to be able to sit back for the first time in a long time and notice that I am genuinely happy.
