I started this evening off with a jack and coke. I walked around, cramping terribly. Greg and I eyed beautiful vinyl. He talked about getting his Altar Lp signed. I found that funny the merch girl said it was requested often. I was on my period wearing Irregular Choice heels, which run a size small. So to my amazement I wanted to die.
Greg purchased some tasty, greasy french fries. I ate every sing fry as if it was my last day on earth. I made these fries look so delicious other people started to purchase greasy over priced fries.
Soon after Boris started setting up. My feet were numb. To the point were my leg felt weird I kept wiggling around trying to get comfy. I would take off my shoes. Slip them back on, all well enjoying Boris. I kept thinking this is the last time I will wear heels to a show. Oh but the enjoyment of over towering people. I just love it, what can i say i’m only 5′6.
Midway through the song farewell (my favorite) I decided to take off my shoes entirely. I felt so free. Listening to Boris no shoes, not a care in the world. I could of just layed on the floor at the very moment.
I thought about driving on the highway listening to farewell with Greg. My eyes watered, the music was overwhelming. You could feel it in your chest and in your ears for the next three days. Remembering the lonely mornings before sunrise when Greg would leave for work. The sounds of Boris- Rainbow Lp would cradle me to sleep.
This winter in Arizona has clearly started of well. I love are winters. They’re so appreciated in the dry, dry desert. My period has mellowed out. My electric bill has went down and we have a store that now sells vinyl toys. Ha completely off subject we’ll talk about that later love.
