Friday, July 31, 2009

*enter witty title*

I think the constant traveling is starting to get to me.

That’s NOT meant to be a complaint - I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t really want to go, but I’m an introvert. Going out all the time drains my energy like mad. I knew I hit my threshold on Sunday.  We had gone to Hartford to see All Crazy and got home earlier than usual despite the show being delayed. Jamie and I didn’t move all day Sunday. I’ve only slept like that once, when the insomnia was crazy bad in junior high and I got like 4 hours sleep over an entire week. My body revolted both times and won the battle. And now I’m gearing up for 4 weekends of travel in a row: CT, CT, Boston (YEAH!!!!), and Keene, NH. I have a feeling that between Keene and the trip to Cincy/Toledo at the end of September, I’m not leaving the house AT ALL. (Except for work, of course.)

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I wouldn’t change a thing.

I love supporting my friends and I love the music. I just don’t love the hours I spend in the car with only the voices in my head to keep me company. I think that’s more draining than all the activity, sometimes. It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to wonder if living in NH is such a good idea anymore. I don’t want to move, but I miss being close to my friends/family. It’s not a decision I can make anytime soon, but it’s definitely there in the back of my mind.

Anyhoo…

The All Crazy show was, well, all crazy. Their bassist actually showed up and they played an electric set. Wild Bill actually looked like he was having fun! Soup, of course, was attentive as usual and thrilled that J came out to play. Skinny stopped by a few times and New Hampshire got a shout out or several. I got “high-five dyke’d” by a girl at the show. The back story isn’t as amusing as the comment, I think, but my friends like telling it…  Viz and I were at our first All Crazy show (at Tommy Doyle’s in Cambridge - right near Harvard), and the bar was full of insane college kids. A girl tried to pull me out of the booth to dance with her, but I wasn’t in the mood. My memory is fuzzy, but I think when I refused, that’s when she tried to high-five me. And uttered the phrase that seems to have become a permanent part of a certain group of friends’ vocabulary. This time, there was a little blonde girl who loved my braids and high-fived me when she found out I did them myself.

A major fight broke out at the show, too. Oddly enough, it was between two friends of the band who didn’t know each other. One sucker punched the other and before we realized what happened, all these girls and three security guards were trying to pull the two guys apart. The band stopped the show and went outside to sort things out and make sure every one was OK. (Which had the dual effect of making me cranky (the fight stopped the show and ruined “Fast Lane”) and made me happy (the band actually cares about their fans).)

I’m hoping there isn’t that amount of excitement at Instrument’s show this weekend.

Of course, there will be fun and immaturity. It’s just a core part of this group of friends. There’s major excitement because we get to initiate yet another member into the Cult of Pony. Sometimes, I’m amazed at how we behave… but it wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t act that way. I’m beyond thankful that I connected with this group of friends and that we can act like idiots. That, too, makes all the travel worthwhile.

Instrument plays The Hungry Tiger in Manchester, CT this Saturday night, 10 PM, with special guest Black Mountain Symphony. You know you want to come out and play, CT peeps!