last night i worked early which meant i got to leave early. this made me very happy because the boy wasn't working at all because his band had a gig and that meant that we had an early night. i have missed my sleep. but i was so excited about getting home at a reasonable hour and curling up into bed that i completely flaked on the whole super wild horses last show before going to the US and i didn't go. my friday night wasn't completely band free though because howl had a secret show in acdc lane at 5, which was before i started work and meant that i was able to go. it was pretty good. short, way way way too short, but it was nice to see them again. it certainly has been a long time. and an even longer time since i saw them stone cold sober. the last couple of times were after a few stints on the bottle, and by that i mean i drank a whole bottle of wine by myself before getting on the train to go and see them. it was fun though but i am in no way condoning this kind of behaviour. i can handle my liquor in that i pretty much become uber me, dancing and singing and what have you, but i never throw up and i never pass out.
i have thrown up twice when alcohol was involved. once was because of some really really really bad food that i shouldn't have eaten but i'd already had a little vino and i didn't even think about how long those vegetables had been in my freezer and how often my freezer had over heated and gone off in that amount of time and i was so sick from said food that i was vomiting all the next day over water and simply moving, until i had some barocca and got a little better. the other time was at golden plains last year and i had had a bottle of wine and about 5 wacky tabacky ciggies over the course of the day and i think it was more a result of the latter as i have had way more wine in a far shorter span of time than that and been right as rain.
so anyway, enough of that. i really just wanted to share a picture of my old babies rocking out on the wheelie bins in acdc lane.
