Gigs, Good Friends, Wasted... and more!

Day 738 in England. Day 4 back in Wormingford. Day 6 off the beer.

Chelsea 3 Fulham 1, excellent.

Last night, went to the Twist and saw Chris & the Amberblacks play. Quite a good gig, I must say. http://www.theamberblacks.com for those who want to check them out. Yeah, so I got most of the gig on tape and have written it onto DVD. It looks quite good and sounds pretty good as well, I'm pretty impressed. I did buy a tripod for my camcorder, but didn't actually get a chance to use it, the Twist isn't the best place for setting up camera equipment. Anyways, it was a good night out, even without the beer. What a nice feeling.

Like the posting will indicate, I am writing this on a Saturday night... how sad, you might think. Well, yeah, I suppose in the uber-social sense that's pretty sad. But I know Naomi was already wasted by 7pm, because it said so in her text and well a few of you others will be well on your way by after 9pm. That's cool. I'm sipping on an instant cuppuccino and having a few Custard Cream biscuits and enjoying myself to the Arcade Fire and some writing. So sue me.

Anyways... thoughts that have occurred to me: Good friends, what are they about? Getting wasted, is it really necessary? And well, maybe I can think of a few more topics as well.

Yeah, what's with the good friends terminology that gets thrown around rather loosely these days? Now it occurs to me that yes, I would like to say that I am a good friend to quite a few people and in return I get some really good friendship from them. I'm not necessarily going to mention names, because that might be unfair, but some people seem to have the idea that saying 'good friend' makes it the case all the time. What that says to me is that if they say that I (for instance) am a good friend that the happiness I'm supposed to gain in that line may shroud the idea that they aren't a good friend in return, but the shroud will make you see past that fact and everything is hunky dory. Well! That's seems to be rather insulting doesn't it?

Would a good friend insult you like that purposefully? Would a good friend kick you when you're down? Hmmmm... some things really make me wonder in life. How's about you?

Okay... this wasted thing. Yeah, it's only been 6 days, but ya know it's quite nice. I've been sleeping quite well since (but that could be with all the writing I'm doing as well [a good sedative for the mind]), not throwing up, no hangovers in the morning, no paying£15 for a taxi home, no walking 3 miles to get home at 4am, not spending huge loads of cash and not sending random ranting text messages to ex-girlfriends; which only makes them hate me more.

Believe me, I'm not reforming in any way, shape or form; but I do feel much better in a time where I should be looking to be feeling better instead of much worse. Once my feet are back on the ground, I have my own place again and so on and so forth, I should be more inclined to get myself totally blattered to no end and wind up with some ugly bird the next morning, if all goes according to plan.

It is a forgone conclusion that I will be pretty drunk on May 13th though. That'll be the night that I will be performing with the Brewers Troupe at the Queen's Head pub in West Bergholt. Brewers Troupe will be performing the Full Monty for charity that night and I will probably be in need of a little liquid courage before I go on. It should be a good laugh for a good cause and oh yes, I will be drinking that night. Once one goes down, the night will be a breeze.

I have set aside some guidelines for getting on the booze before that date, if possible... one of which will be if and when I get a job. That'll make me feel a ton better and then I can save some money and get some rent money to go live out of Wormingford. The sooner the better. Back into Colchester or Bergholt for me and a cold pint will be the sign of a job well done.

Right... what else? Oh yeah, I'll give a shout out to my "best online friend" Mel in Wawa. Yup, Wawa, Ontario. Wicked, eh? A town name that will rival just about anything in Britain. 7+ years of being online pals was realized... congrats to us! Yo Mel!! Keep up the good chattin'!

5 years in Calgary + 2 years in England + an undetermined amount of time before all that... that's pretty impressive.

Anyways... that should be enough ranting tonight. I'm sure if you've read this far, you're thinking I'm crazier that it was once thought of before.