Holy shit, my last post was a week ago! Let's make this quick.

Thursday, band festival. We play and (later found out) we placed 3rd over all. Not bad for the little band from Narragansett. Note: Don't play a fucking suite in a band festival, let alone TWO. I'm looking at you Burrillville. Took notes on the bands (cuz I'm a nerd). Ponagansett had some good numbers and players. Woonsocket was all flash, and really didn't stand up to their appeal at all. Was happy that I got to hear "The Inferno" by Robert W. Smith. It's a bitchin tune. Honestly, I think we had the best collection of songs out of everyone. And if I hear another version of "Variation on a Korean Folk Song" I'm probably going to shoot someone.

Back at home, alone, since parents left that morning and we boarded the dog the night before. Do homework, done by 5:30. Listen to "Thursday Afternoon" on ...Thursday afternoon. How quaint.

Friday: School, then Sweetthieves!

Get to as220, pay our money, see The Butcherings first. Not great, not bad either though. Mention their drummer moving south after this show. Sad. Hopefully they'll continue going places. They had a fog machine behind the drummer, forgot about it during their last song, wondered if someone's amp was on fire!

Sweetthieves next. Good set, if eerily similar to the last time I saw them. Again, plop myself in front of Hilary. Oh god she is so pretty.... uh, anyway. After the set talk to her about shows and bass gear and all that. Offer to help load their gear out, she declines but seems thankful. Think about putting a show together with them and Mahi Mahi in the summer. Also, I got recognized by 4 people that night. I'm moving up in the world of the Providence Scene.

Denimvenom. Didn't stick around for their set. Couldn't take the prog. Went to Nice Slice on thayer with everyone after. Home, with Julia and Pete sticking around to hang out. Pete leaves and Julia and I just hang out listening to music and talking. She crashes here and I go to bed.


Saturday: Up, hang out with Justin for a little while. Conversation is minimal but I really don't care. It doesn't feel forced so why be bothered by non-forced conversation?

Home, then decide to go to Lindsay's party. Hang out there after Google Maps dumps me in fucking west side of providence, where I have no idea where the fuck I am. Hang out there for a little while. Jay's there, Pete's there. Lindsay and Corriene are there (NOT having sex! What a surprise!) We talk and party. Corrine is the first person I know to listen to Moxy Fruvis outside my and my parents. Damn. Home, then sleep.

Sunday: Not much except for cleaning up and dinner with Grams (my grandmother). Lovely conversation, lovely dinner. Glad I did it. It was a great end to a great weekend.

Yesterday: Eh.

Today: Eh. Met with Wayne about music things. We jam on some stuff and it goes pretty well. Got to play his Rickenbacker the entire night. Work on some new songs and it goes pretty well. Eventually we talk and it gets on the subject of the Luau. Wayne asked if there even was one this year, and I said yes. He replied back that "He wasn't even invited". In a joking way. I say that Martin honestly just probably forgot since he was working with the porch so close to the party. Hope there isn't any bad blood between the two, just some falling away with work and family. Jamming seems to go well, if a little awkward. (This was the musical equivalent to a first date...) Think it might go somewhere. We shall see. At least we had a promising beginning.

Home, internet, dinner, bed.