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Last night was Hodgepodge at Second Story Cafe. I went with Eve - I wore my black Sun Yat-Sen jacket and pants, with a couple of school badges I'd picked up in Kudamatsu. Eve did my eyebrows up with black - unfortunately did not get the sweeping Emperor Penguin effect I wanted.
Attendance unfortunately quite sparse, and I am not sure why. Gray (DJ) said as far as he knew this was the only all-ages event in town that night. Well, I suppose it was just a question of getting the word out, and pitching it right - a lot of the music Gray was playing was popular around the time these all-ages kids might have been in diapers, which doesn't make it irrelevant (I loved what he was playing) but then again they didn't grow up with it. But we tried, and some of us had a lot of fun!
Two unfortunate things happened. There's a raised stage at the end of the cafe and I stumbled as I hopped up onto it to complete the evolutions of the Hamtaro Theme Song Dance, landing with the side of my right foot on the edge of the stage with most of my weight. Ow ow ow. I spent the rest of the night moving around gingerly. I put some ice on it then but today I have a big swollen purple bruise over most of the top of my foot. It just aches a bit if I don't put any weight on it, but I need a cane to walk. I went to the walk(hobble)-in clinic and the doc says he thinks something inside might be broken, but as it's Sunday I have to wait until tomorrow morning for an X-ray to make sure.
Please please please don't let me have any broken footbones. I know there are lots of them but they are all tiny, I can get along with a couple of damaged ones, really I can. If it's bad I'll have to go into a cast or something and this is going to seriously derail the rest of my summer, particularly the trip to Nevada. I will be EXTREMELY annoyed if I have to cancel that, after seven months of preparation and spending time and $$$ on getting ready.
So, is this some kind of punishment for me, for daring to enjoy myself for even a little while?
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours...
But I think God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find Him laughing
Or we can quote Danny Elfman (I used to sing this one to myself in advance of each surgery):
I'm so happy, dancing while the
Grim Reaper cuts cuts cuts
But he can't get me...
The other unfortunate thing was that a couple of drunk/stoned jocks came in, caused a disturbance on the landing, got hustled out and ended up kicking the lock off the door. I think the Second Story folks were not pleased. Arseholes.
Attendance unfortunately quite sparse, and I am not sure why. Gray (DJ) said as far as he knew this was the only all-ages event in town that night. Well, I suppose it was just a question of getting the word out, and pitching it right - a lot of the music Gray was playing was popular around the time these all-ages kids might have been in diapers, which doesn't make it irrelevant (I loved what he was playing) but then again they didn't grow up with it. But we tried, and some of us had a lot of fun!
Two unfortunate things happened. There's a raised stage at the end of the cafe and I stumbled as I hopped up onto it to complete the evolutions of the Hamtaro Theme Song Dance, landing with the side of my right foot on the edge of the stage with most of my weight. Ow ow ow. I spent the rest of the night moving around gingerly. I put some ice on it then but today I have a big swollen purple bruise over most of the top of my foot. It just aches a bit if I don't put any weight on it, but I need a cane to walk. I went to the walk(hobble)-in clinic and the doc says he thinks something inside might be broken, but as it's Sunday I have to wait until tomorrow morning for an X-ray to make sure.
Please please please don't let me have any broken footbones. I know there are lots of them but they are all tiny, I can get along with a couple of damaged ones, really I can. If it's bad I'll have to go into a cast or something and this is going to seriously derail the rest of my summer, particularly the trip to Nevada. I will be EXTREMELY annoyed if I have to cancel that, after seven months of preparation and spending time and $$$ on getting ready.
So, is this some kind of punishment for me, for daring to enjoy myself for even a little while?
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours...
But I think God's got a sick sense of humour
And when I die, I expect to find Him laughing
Or we can quote Danny Elfman (I used to sing this one to myself in advance of each surgery):
I'm so happy, dancing while the
Grim Reaper cuts cuts cuts
But he can't get me...
The other unfortunate thing was that a couple of drunk/stoned jocks came in, caused a disturbance on the landing, got hustled out and ended up kicking the lock off the door. I think the Second Story folks were not pleased. Arseholes.
