Last night was pretty fucking cool after I got sick and puked behind the parking lot of the bank. That's because afterwards I had to get a drink and so Kevin and I walked into Valentines and sat next to Jian and Martina Sorbara for about an hour before the doors opened.
I introduced the two of them to Kevin and when Jian forgot his name, we spent the next half hour playing the name game. Martina rocks. Can I just say that? It's not even ebcause Jian's producing her, it's because after he left the three of us to go fhat with some girl, she stayed with us and I think the three of us really hit it off. She was funny, intelligent and we got along. She was well worth the fuckin wait to see her since her dumbass of a manager never got her down in the states before. No, no bitterness here.
So Kevin and I stayed at the bar the whole night and when fucking Andy arrived, we pretended that we had blowtorches and were attacking him with our eyes. Christ, people.
Anyhoo, Martina soon took the stage and I enjoyed her. During her set, the bass player for the tour, Shaun Noronha from Hennessy, was sitting next to me at the bar mesmerized by the Yankees game. We sat and talked for a bit. It was nice. He's a really cool guy. Then Martina came and went and Jian and his boys came and played and they were great too.
Afterwards, I met Carey again. The friend she came with was chatting it up with Kevin. Carey and I are talking and Shaun comes over again after she leaves. We're talking for about a half hour straight. I like this guy.
What got me upset was my interaction with Jian. I was treated like a piece of meat. I walked over to him at the end, sat next to him while he was clearly drunk. I told him I had two things to show him. One was the drawing that Squee drew of our interaction at Falcon Ridge. Jian looked at it and said "I like this. She makes me look so thin." To which I replied "Which is a twist because you're obviously a fat ass." We laughed. Then he moved his hand behind the bar stool I sat on and clutched at the top of my ass, only looking in my eyes to say "What's the other thing?" This is the part when the record player comes to a screeching halt. In the past I haven't been bothered by his flirtations or anything but this just irks me. Jeez. I think I've changed a lot in how I perceive him as of late. Months ago, I would have been different. Must be the improved self-respect I have.
I bought a Martina shirt, she signed it and then hugged me. I hope she comes and plays down here again. I'd love to see her.
Well folks, I'm very tired and hungry. I must do something about that. I'm learning now of how my brother Jeremy has sent a promise ring to this girl he met at David and Marisa's wedding. I don't want him coming home. Is that wrong?
I don't want to start this up again.
