Still waiting for the dreaded phone call about the interview I went for, my only consolation the fact that at least one of the two people who interviewed me seemed to like me :( The guy that runs the place we shall name him PH seems a little too much like Dicko whilst the other guy whom I'll be teaming up with DG seems a lot like Marcia LOL. I think I did ok but I wouldn't hold my breath PH asked a lot of tricky, irrelevant questions and seemed really smug and condescending. DG on the other hand was very kind and understanding I feel sorry that he has to work under such a man.
Well I got my ass up at 8:30am on Friday morning to anxiously book my Incubus tickets I'm in the mosh yay! I also nicked mum's credit card to book my Sevendust ticket (the bro and I are goin) that mosh will be a killer crush for sure! Jaca (my best friend) dragged me to a Thrice concert which I thought was crap including the support acts Hot Water Special, The Nation Blue and Alkaline Trio. My list of injuries from that day include:
A gash on my arm from the wire fence on the way to the bus stop
Trodden on feet
Kicked in the head twice by crowd surfers
Punched in the back by psychotic moshers
I also got my leg humped by some stoned fella (thats another story...)
And I think my gash got infected by the sweat rolling off everyone else, mmmm salty :P
Jaca was a bit pissed off by the fact that they CHANGED THE LEAD SINGER OF THE BAND! Either that or he got bald and huge real quick, so I didn't even have anything to perve on damn them, these punk rock guys are so old! 34yr olds playing to 18yr olds! Hello! What the hell is goin on with that!