Saw Panic tonight.
Pretty much just made me want to be on the other side of the barrier on the stage, singing to everyone's smiling faces.
The lights were pretty, when they came on it felt like they were in a magical forest and when they launched bubbles I remember saying 'I wish I was stoned right now'.
Up against the barrier I touched Gabe and Beckett but just for the novelty of it. Not really because I enjoy the occasional sweaty grown man or two.
'Snakes On a Plane' just made me crave a little bit of Samuel L. Jackson.
Panic's drummer Spencer got a Sinking Sea wristband, but either he was too far away or my eyesight is terrible, but I couldn't tell if he was wearing it on stage. Rove tomorrow night, or tonight rather since it is Sunday already, and I'll scope if he still has it. Can't wait to see Rove, Hamish and Andy, and Peter Heliar.
Quote of the day:
'Are you Matty from The Sinking Sea?'
My privacy is gradually deserting me like exercise, fruits and vegetables desert a fat person's lifestyle.
Something on the tip of my tongue or the back of my mind is holding me back. I can't place a finger on it. I'm treating my body like shit, hopefully gym tomorrow will save me.
I'll sleep on it.
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