3 concerts until the canon event.
Why am I going to 3 Moody Center events in one week? FOMO!? Maybe. Actually, since seeing Suki Waterhouse last year I have just longed to see her again.
Then there's The Alabama Shakes. That was planned for months in advance. My mom discovered them first and much to my surprise, they are super good. The group went on Hiatus, and Brittany Howard went solo and killed it. It seemed unlikely they would regroup but suddenly, out of nowhere they have a reunion tour. My mom's a massive hermit and is hard-pressed to leave the house for anything. That said, it appears The Alabama Shakes are the exception. I am excited.
Finally we have HAIM on friday. I barely discovered them this year. By, "I," discovering them, I really mean Stef gave me a recomendation. The, "I Quit," tour by Haim honestly is not doing numbers. Good for me because I have a lower level, middle section for cheap. I think it'll be good.
After Haim, the cannon event begins.
Laufey has a lot of shooters apparently.
Lots of guys wearing shirts that read, 'Laufey is my favorite rapper." LOL
Lots of dresses, felt crowns, royal looks.
Everyone is adorable.
I am not adorable today. I was stretched on time so I only have my trusty Joe Frazier shorts and Konosuke Takeshita shirt. Still a vibe
Snort is flawless as always.
I always try to make an effort for us to wear matching bracelets.
Last time I was this far back in line I was getting my ass beat by that gummy Stef gave me. I didn't even remember eating it so all the symptoms checked out to having a stroke. The whole time I was like, "OH NO! I can't die here! Who would drive Stef home?!?!" In retrospect the answer was in the double digits, but still a valid concern.
I overestimated my ability to handle that gummy. To be fair, I did not have much experience to gauge my tolerance from. Data is so important. Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. That's why I slowed down today. I hate to admit it but donating platelets totally fatigues me.
I see a Jimmy lookalike. I miss Jimmy.
"Eat life to it's fullest," these words still haunt me.
Just like that, I have finished, "Just above My Head." Beautiful, haunting end to James Baldwin's writing career.
Shame eats Arthur alive. He has so many people in his life that love and care about him but his inner conflict wouldn't allow him to see that. Everyone was waiting for him in New York. Jimmy, his brother Hall, Hall's wife Ruth, Jimmy's sister Julia. Everyone thought there would be more time.
Before I continue writing about the book, HOLY FUCKING SHIT SUKI WATERHOUSE!!! She nailed it so hard. I am in shambles. She even did Dream Woman and like, that wasn't even on the set lists.
Magic.
I am already happy.
Anyways, back to the book. Its dark up here.
At the end, Hall, Arthur's older brother who tells and relays most of the story, speaks of a dream. His closest people with him, in life, living or dead, are with him on the porch. Its raining like crazy. I love how its decribed like a curtain they can see through but others cannot look back in.
Obviously that has two meanings.
Outside, in the rain, are his parents, Julia's parents, his ex, and a few others. They contemplate whether or not to tell them what's aheaf of the road.
In the end, they elect not to.
"They'll figure out what's up the road.In the end, its just us."
Damn.
Sometimes I dream about people in my life that died. Sometimes it takes place in my granpa's backyard and sometimes it takes place in my own.
There's white plastic tables and chairs everywhere with this cheap white table cloth over all of them. Seated at the table will be Aaron, grandma, Grandpa, tia Nacha, and a few more I don't care to mention.
Aaron is still bald but I really don't want to ask if he still has cancer in heaven or if he just liked the look.
The last time I had this dream I remember crying and hugging my grandpa. I kept apologizing but I didn't know what for. He was a little confused. Despite this, it was reciprocated.