Warning... aaah never mind. You get the point.
Monday night I finally after many many years of loving them, got to see Cradle of Filth live at the Commodore Ballroom. For those of you out there who don't know this, I got into Cradle before I even knew who Marilyn Manson was and Dani Filth was my god long before the lovely Mr. Manson was. The openers were Septic Flesh and Satyricon (which my ex was triply pleased by because Satyricon is a Norwegian death metal band who's founder has the same last name as him. He has a lot of pride in his homeland.) who were super awesome. I liked Satyricon best - nothing beats synchronized headbanging (I kid you not, they had two people on one side of the lead singer going side to side and two on the other side doing circles, all in perfect time with each other. Was amazing.)
Unfortunately during Satyricon the mosh pit was shooting crowd surfers all over the place and one that went the other direction ended up coming back towards us. I had one hand on the rail, one arm around this little (super hot) emo chick, and though I managed to cover her and I tried to duck, he landed directly on my head. 200 lbs of guy landing on one's head is not particularly comfortable, especially when your neck is wretched to one side. I got what appears to be a mild case of whiplash, spent two days unable to see or hear properly out of my left side and a slight concussion. And thus I went from being right on the rail for the two openers, to standing on the very far side of the Commodore for Cradle of Filth, which was my only real reason for being there. It was fucking heartbreaking but I did get to see them, so while I didn't get to be right there staring up at Dani and the rest, I did get to be there and that has to be enough for me. (On a side note, my ex and S did look super hot that night which kinda made up for it)
Tuesday was my day with S, they had an appointment at 11, so my ex and I chatted and hung out and got S's computer debugged thanks to my Dad. Then my ex headed out and S and I went to Granville Island. I haven't been to Granville Island since I was almost sixteen, the day I started my period. That was a wonderful trip. This one was quite a bit more pleasant, we got to hit all sorts of neat little stores - I had forgotten they had the dragon store there and was quite stoked to go again after all these years. S made a mystery purchase and then we wandered into a few different little stores, checked out the toy stores that have their own building, where S purchased a smurf to represent me on their wall of smurfs, and then we decided we were done and headed out. We bussed back to S's house and relaxed for a bit, chatted and hung out. At this point my head was starting to hurt and the lovely concussion that I acquired on Monday night means that while I know S and I played - I remember being blindfolded and a few pretty good flogger hits, and I seem to dimly recall a meat tenderizer and some little electric thing that tickled more than anything, I don't remember anything super clearly. Other than that, I know we stopped because my head was swimming which meant I called enough a lot sooner than I would have normally.
We went for dinner at a really neat little place up on Davie, and then went to the show that my ex was performing at. Actually from now on I'm just going to say "D" for my ex. Sick of typing my ex, sounds derogatory. D performed earlier in the show and then my friend Artemis performed a little later. After Artemis performed, S and I headed out. We ended up grabbing Saw V from the movie store and snuggling on the bed while we watched that. We got half way through, before almost falling asleep so we gave up on the movie and crashed.
Was much goodness, even if I was very fuzzy of head for the end of Tuesday. I think I pulled off 'coherent' pretty well though. And I got to spend time with an awesome human being. Who could ask for more?
Love and Kisses,
Andro Angel
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