i'm checking out

WHOA, what a trip. taylor kreuzberger ended up coming down from sonoma to hang out last night. mackenzie stole more vodka which makes me question her sanity. i definitely did not touch that bottle of bullshit. i saw hot water music, and they really really rocked. i took BART from walnut creek and it took me about an hour to get to powell st. then i was so disoriented and get lost a few times walking back and forth on o'farrel trying to find larkin. some dude totally threw me in the wrong direction. i stopped to eat dinner at this pakistani place and had my favorite aloo palak. delicious. the walk was kind of shady, at least for santa fe girl over here. seeing coke all over the carpet in this doorstep off the street. never in santa fe. i tried to ask this woman for directions and she completely ignored me, i figured she thought i was trying to get some spare change, GOD FORBID! fuck you woman. in the red was alright, they kind of tried to force us to enjoy them which was a shame. you can't force fun. mike park ruled. what an awesome dude. and so humble despite everything he has done for punk rock today. he even played a cover of "the crowd" by operation ivy. he came down from the stage to do that. the venue was kind of disappointing, it was just a ballroom, but fucking gigantic. sound sucked. i couldn't hear vocals very well at all. in between in the red and mike park i met this cute british guy who has been traveling around the states for a while. his favorite hot water music album was caution. he went crazy for strike anywhere. i tried to like them. i tried very hard. i just can't do it. SO NEXT WAS HOT WATER MUSIC. they started playing all this flamenco stuff when they went on stage. we were being filmed the whole time, and having photos taken. i was at the front, but the stage was so high, almost up to my neck. it strained your neck to look up at the band for that long. people crowd surfing. it's been a long time since i've been at a show where people were enthusiastic enough to do that. or allowed to. i realize it is no longer 1981 and punk rock is not like it was, i mean i guess i realize this but i would never really know. bad scene, everyone's fault. i got fairly beat up and i'm pretty sore right now, which is always just a reminder days later of an awesome show from days past. they totally ruled, they played almost all of my favorite songs. they played "manual" and it was glorious. encore shmencore. played late, until 11:47. i had to get a cab to take me back to walnut creek because BART would be closed by the time i got to the station. i called mackenzie and said i'd pay her $20 for gas if she came and got me but wouldn't, how frustrating, so i hailed a cab and he charged me $93 plus the $12 tip i gave him because driving that far sucks. and i don't really know what cab tips are supposed to be like. i finally get back to the motel shhix and meet up with kenze and taylor and we hang out go to jack in the box eat good curly fries and head back. then mackenzie leaves for the night and taylor stays with me, but mackenzie, the next morning, i don't know what was up with this but she kept saying her dad was making her clean her room and do chores for hours. sounded like bullhonkey to me. taylor and i ended up going to berkeley and exploring. i bought some kickass animal stickers and some MORE vinyl, and taylor and i both got bracelets. then ate falafel and came back. then i raced to get my bags and get back on bart after taylor went home so i could catch my flight. i got there 20 minutes before scheduled departure. what a relief. read cometbus listening to pissed jeans and hot water music the entire flight back. i think aaron cometbus has made me realize many things. i forgot about who i was. this is hard to explain. but read this zine. plus i love hearing greyhound stories, they never grow old. hopefully someday i will have some of my own that don't end with my demise, with like a displaced head or something. and now after a solid length of a hydroplane back to rainy santa fe i am ready to start thinking