hesitate you die

it
was
awesome

and it really was like going back in time - i mean, seriously! it really was - i felt like i was at sammys, 1993/1994, little dress, boots and all

except that i really missed my friend rhys - i had seen pavement both the other times with him, and i kept expecting to turn around and see him there, especially when the band launched into "summer babe" and "box elder" - so just a couple of tears (and no, of course not, nothing to do with the bottle of sav blanc and the bourbon and cola chasers, nothing at all) at a couple of points

but i did meet a very nice boy who talked band talk with me (oh, very good it was too, oh how i miss being able to talk indie rock) and he very kindly asked me if i wanted to stand in front of him

which i did

so look
look carefully
carrie and i are about four rows back from spiral stairs on the right

and we moshed and we moshed
and we sang and we sang
and other people's sweat got sprayed all over us

and the next day i had a hurty hip and a hoarse voice and i was thankful to richard for the twice weekly boxing sessions with all those millions of punches that enabled me to punch the air for a goodly amount of those 25 songs

on the plane home there were a couple of guys wearing pavement t-shirts and a couple more (including myself, bien sur) with the general admission green wrist bands. i left mine on for two days, like a kid who tries to save their hydroslide stamp at moana pool (ok, that's going back one of a billion years) - i took it off on wednesday night

but i can still feel it on my wrist

when i meet my handsome tall funny rich witty smart fit strong generous intuitive billionaire boyfriend he can fly me around the world to see as much pavement as my little matador records loving heart desires

yes