|"I'm taking a ride with my best friend..."|
2003-07-21 22:33:48 ET
I saw Dave Gahan last night. I don't even know where to begin. The show was wonderful!!!!! It's going to be awhile before anything can top it. I recommend to everyone to see him. Those hips!!! The crotch grabbing!!! His voice was amazing. He looks damn good for being 44. Those promo pictures do him no justice. The best was seeing it with someone who loves depeche mode as much as myself. Jeniphir really helped make it more enjoyable. Overall 2 thumbs up. Don't worry.....exact details will come later (including the stake out....haha).
"It may have been a club show, but he gave a stadium performance." - a criticism my moi
2003-07-20 01:57:25 ET
I think it's time for a break from the clubs again. Stupidity is at it's highest. There must be something in the water cause people are being really damn shady. So last week was the whole Brian fight fiasco (he's one of the djs at alchemy and a dc "icon". Apparently he punched the sound guy in the face and caused a massive scene in the street. Nothing like a crazed man being held back by very big breasted strippers. I guess you had to be there). Tonight's fiasco began with the usual venture to shitty Midnight. This club makes Downtime look like heaven. : p
Time for the list (too tired for details):
-not enough alcohol. in order to have a good time at this club, large amounts should be consumed to block out whales in corsets and disturbing smells from the dancefloor.don't even get me started on the music. nasty.
-walking from the car to the club, having a car full of guys yell shorty at me, ignoring them, having them illegally cross 2 lanes of traffic, get out of the car and continue to yell at us. Thank goodness sixx was around to protect.
-table with cake on it (4 pieces left, surprisingly) with only extremely "big" people sitting around it. oh the irony.
-watching the prostitutes working right in front of club. it's amusing watching them trying to walk in those shoes
-creepy guy in plaid shorts, sneakers and almost to the knees socks trying to hit on me *shudders*
-some nut shooting at us with a paint ball gun outside the club. he got 2 people.
-the german looking dude from venezuela rocking out in his car next to us. Little Jose whose only been here 5 months sure knows his way around D.C. I've lived here for what, 22 years?? and still get lost.
-Georgetown Cafe. Lots of sex talk. High school memories. Mafia lookin arabic waiter. BUT nothing beats the kitchen worker licking the wood paneling on the wall then smiling at jeniphir. EEk.
So yes. I think that's about it. TOo long of an entry. Must get some sleep cause later I will be seeing Dave Gahan. I wonder what madness will happen today.
And i leave with the quote of the day (message to miss jeniphir" :
lilsuitepee (6:31:36 AM):"go sleep after lj , the sooner we sleep, the closer we get to dave gahan's pulsating crotch"
|He was a fighter with a killer smile......|
2003-06-08 21:47:54 ET
Ever since being in Florida around Lauren and Gavin, my motherly instincts have somehow come into full gear. I notice babies around me. I'm more comfortable with holding them. I get upset if I hear sad stories on tv. It's quite a different sensation. It's something I'm getting used to.
The reason I'm mentioning this isn't neccessarily something happy. A friend of my family's son was born with muscular dystrophy which is a genetic disease that can stunt growth and make oneself extremely weak. While 5 month olds can hold their heads up, he had the strength of a newborn. He always had pnemonia and spent a majority of his life in the hospital. Now I've only seen him once due to the fact he easily gets sick. His parents usually kept him home for his safety. (I would't want to be around him anyways cause i always have a cold). The one time I had seen him, they asked me if I wanted to hold him. I refused since he's so fragile, I was scared of not holding him right, maybe doing him harm in the long run. When I came home from Florida, I found out he was in the hospital again. He flatlined once, was resucitated then his lung collapsed. I was supposed to go to the hospital on Friday but Kym had come up from Richmond and the last thing I wanted to was take her to a depressing hospital. I had seen Ahmed (his father) on Sat and he had high hopes. Despite everything, his son always had a smile on his face. I told Ahmed to not give up and that everything will get better. Well, his son died today at 12 pm. He was 8 months old. Regret is a horrible feeling. I wished that I could have held him just once. When a child is sick or has a disability, some people choose to not be around them or touch them because they are scared or don't want to deal with itwhich is the last thing a child needs. They need to know they are loved no matter what. I feel bad cause i could have made more of an effort.
The past couple of hours have been ok. I get images of his little casket which upsets me more. I really want to give Ahmed and his wife a hug right now. They are such nice people and don't deserve to have to deal with this. They are having the funeral here but I'm not sure if I'm going to go. It might be too much to bear. We'll have to see. At least lil' Mo isn't suffering anymore.
If you read this whole thing, a billion friend points and a hug.
2003-06-03 00:00:21 ET
After 3 weeks of extreme 100 degree humidity, hour long monsoon rains, mutant mosquitos, gecko flying, cellphone fascism, crack house watching, alligator infested hospitals, mango picking, diaper changing, etc etc (the craziness that is Florida), I am home. And it's really fucking cold.
I don't even know where to begin describing my adventures.
*I miss them terribly already*
Note to self: "Do not consume large amounts of alcohol the night before flying. Turbulence does not do the body good."
|Rum runners, sunshine, and crazy old people drivers...|
2003-04-20 21:54:21 ET
I'm so excited. In a couple of weeks I'm off to sunny Florida to hang out with this uber goober:
And his crazy parents:
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