Okay, I think we've all learnt by now, that when I use the word 'tomorrow' it can actually mean any time up to two months later. In this instance it means a week.
So, to recap, day 1 at seniors 1, I went to a meeting with Dear Chicago (whose lineup has changed AGAIN, may I add...more on that in about three tomorrows), drove past camp, got lost in Angelsey, and finally got there. And now, I've forgotten where post #1 ended, so excuse me, I have to go back and check.
Ah yes, I'd just arrived.
So basically, I haven't even STARTED on day one yet.
So, Andri greets me as I get to camp, just missing a walk to the beach, due to my lateness/lostness, and shows me our room in the BRAND NEW CHALETS. Seriously, compared to previous years, this was, like the Hilton. Our own bathroom and everything! Wowzer. Also, this was the first time in four years I'd taken a bottom bunk, which was a bit of a bummer, but only for half a second. We all usually hang out on the bottom bunks anyway, except these brand spanking new bunkbeds had a lower top bunk than the old ones, so we actually couldn't and took to hanging out on the floor...
The first thing I noticed about our wardrobe (which was actually an alcove) was that hanging up, slap band in the middle, at least, that's how my memory recalls, was my blue stripey shirt dress, except it couldn't be, because it was currently in my case...MAJOR FASHION DISASTER. It turned out to be Carolines, and not only, had she bought, brought, and got dibs on the dress, she also only paid a TENNER in the sale, compared to however much I spent on mine at Christmas...and mine has a weird curry (I hope) stain on it. If she brings hers to inters, maybe I could cunningly switch them...if she doesn't read this...muahahahahaha.
Anyway...camp, oh yeah...
So me and Andri go and find the others, playing pool and table tennis (the source of many laughs through the week) and everything's grand. I don't actually think too much happened on the first night, maybe someone will refresh my memory. It's weird because I always usually remember everything. Maybe I'm getting old...oh well.
xx
Monday, 16 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
In Retrospect-Seniors 1 2010
Okay, so my last post was a bit higgeldy piggeldy. Let me explain. I was in a mood, and I just needed to write something.
So, I figured I should probably post my write up of camp, seeing as it was awesome and what not. So, this post is my little week long diary (from retrospect).
But first, I must mention my beloved Dear Chicago, I promise it's relevant!
So, Day one, (not quite) in the MCYC house...
Have you ever woke up at 5am?
I did. I had a gig the night before, in Badformat, and we went out afterwards, I must have got in about three, so that equals about two messed up hours of sleep. Once I woke up, my mind was racing, and I was lying there in the light having some not so nice thoughts, so I decided to just get up and pack (Yes, I still needed to pack, what you gonna do? I got there in the end...)
And for once, everything fitted in okay! I mean, alright, looking back I'd forgotten a towel, which usually takes up a lot of room, and my favourite jeans, but I SWEAR I put them in there. I am pretty much 100% convinced that Mum took them out while I was out to make room for the waterproof jacket I used a total of one time. On the way back. For twenty minutes, forgetting to put it back in, but it doesn't matter. I managed alright without them. I finished packing about 8am, and had two hours to spare before Liam came a-knocking for our all important meeting, so I watched some TV, fell back asleep at nine, and woke up at ten to ten (COWBOY TIME) and realised I had ten minutes till I was leaving.
So, when everyone else was heading out to the coach, I was heading out to the Crowne Plaza hotel with the band, for a meeting. For once, I was on time, along with Sean and Liam, and we waited by Moorfields for the others.
To cut a long story short, the meeting was about The Breakout Festival, which we'll be playing at, so come on down!
10th September 2010, Tickets £7 Adv, £9 on the night, In the Cavern, 14+
Contact me, bring everyone you can, and vote for Dear Chicago!
It's gonna be epic!
So anyway, my Dad picked me up from the meeting, complete with KFC, pillow, and all my stuff, and we set of for camp! The others had arrived just before I left, according to Rachel, and I was texting Caroline everytime I passed somewehere significant, except, I fell aslepp, and then, I stopped passing significant places, and realised something was wrong. Plus the little dot on my Iphone map was getting further and further away, so my Dad stopped at a little shop, and asked where Pwllheli was.
"You'll have to get off the island first."
Apparently, we were in Angelsey. Obviously. This seems to happen everytime my Dad drives anywhere in Wales. He's never been on purpose. No idea how. There's a massive bridge that you have to drive over to get to Angelsey.
SO, the two hour journey became a four hour journey. We got to Pwllheli, and asked a woman for directions to the Haven, because I knew how to get to camp from there, and got the reply:
"I've lived her all my life...but I've never been..."
After she'd beckoned my Dad out of the car, because she couldn't hear properly. 'I don't know, sorry' would have been fine by me!
So then we asked a man in a car, and he said to turn right at the roundabout. When we got to the roundabout:
Dad: I think we should go left
Me: But the man said to go right!
Dad: But what if he hates English people?
OH. MY. WORD.
So, I convinced my Dad to go right, which turned out to be the right way, and then we drove around for another half an hour, because camp is very well hidden, and my map kept telling me to 'take next left 250 metres' which stopped existing after the first one. Seriosuly, google, just give up, stop lying!
We got there in the end, and I think my Dad was glad to be rid of me for a week, after the eventful journey...and I decided to leave my umbrella and wellies in the car, because it was sunny, and I didn't want to jinx it...any guesses for how that plan turned out?
Part 2 tomorrow...xx
Driving BACK to Wales, over the bridge.
So, I figured I should probably post my write up of camp, seeing as it was awesome and what not. So, this post is my little week long diary (from retrospect).
But first, I must mention my beloved Dear Chicago, I promise it's relevant!
So, Day one, (not quite) in the MCYC house...
Have you ever woke up at 5am?
I did. I had a gig the night before, in Badformat, and we went out afterwards, I must have got in about three, so that equals about two messed up hours of sleep. Once I woke up, my mind was racing, and I was lying there in the light having some not so nice thoughts, so I decided to just get up and pack (Yes, I still needed to pack, what you gonna do? I got there in the end...)
And for once, everything fitted in okay! I mean, alright, looking back I'd forgotten a towel, which usually takes up a lot of room, and my favourite jeans, but I SWEAR I put them in there. I am pretty much 100% convinced that Mum took them out while I was out to make room for the waterproof jacket I used a total of one time. On the way back. For twenty minutes, forgetting to put it back in, but it doesn't matter. I managed alright without them. I finished packing about 8am, and had two hours to spare before Liam came a-knocking for our all important meeting, so I watched some TV, fell back asleep at nine, and woke up at ten to ten (COWBOY TIME) and realised I had ten minutes till I was leaving.
So, when everyone else was heading out to the coach, I was heading out to the Crowne Plaza hotel with the band, for a meeting. For once, I was on time, along with Sean and Liam, and we waited by Moorfields for the others.
To cut a long story short, the meeting was about The Breakout Festival, which we'll be playing at, so come on down!
10th September 2010, Tickets £7 Adv, £9 on the night, In the Cavern, 14+
Contact me, bring everyone you can, and vote for Dear Chicago!
It's gonna be epic!
So anyway, my Dad picked me up from the meeting, complete with KFC, pillow, and all my stuff, and we set of for camp! The others had arrived just before I left, according to Rachel, and I was texting Caroline everytime I passed somewehere significant, except, I fell aslepp, and then, I stopped passing significant places, and realised something was wrong. Plus the little dot on my Iphone map was getting further and further away, so my Dad stopped at a little shop, and asked where Pwllheli was.
"You'll have to get off the island first."
Apparently, we were in Angelsey. Obviously. This seems to happen everytime my Dad drives anywhere in Wales. He's never been on purpose. No idea how. There's a massive bridge that you have to drive over to get to Angelsey.
SO, the two hour journey became a four hour journey. We got to Pwllheli, and asked a woman for directions to the Haven, because I knew how to get to camp from there, and got the reply:
"I've lived her all my life...but I've never been..."
After she'd beckoned my Dad out of the car, because she couldn't hear properly. 'I don't know, sorry' would have been fine by me!
So then we asked a man in a car, and he said to turn right at the roundabout. When we got to the roundabout:
Dad: I think we should go left
Me: But the man said to go right!
Dad: But what if he hates English people?
OH. MY. WORD.
So, I convinced my Dad to go right, which turned out to be the right way, and then we drove around for another half an hour, because camp is very well hidden, and my map kept telling me to 'take next left 250 metres' which stopped existing after the first one. Seriosuly, google, just give up, stop lying!
We got there in the end, and I think my Dad was glad to be rid of me for a week, after the eventful journey...and I decided to leave my umbrella and wellies in the car, because it was sunny, and I didn't want to jinx it...any guesses for how that plan turned out?
Part 2 tomorrow...xx
Driving BACK to Wales, over the bridge.
Friday, 6 August 2010
So much for that Heatwave!
I can't believe for once we actually get a 100 degrees summer!
No really, I can't, because erm, I believe we were promised a heatwave? Where is it? Anyone know?
No, me either.
To be fair, June was quite hot, as I can clearly remember spending many a band practice in front of a fan that was just moving the hot air around, and having disgusting sweaty hair. TMI? Oh well.
But July? No no no. More like October. Honestly, I wore a jumper the other day.
So, as promised in my last post, the O2 gig.
It was a while ago now, as in, almost a month ago, but it was brilliant. Definitely worth the wait. I was so nervous beforehand, and accidentally shouted at Chris before we went on, but we were brill. I got THE BUZZ! And the crowd were really good to us. I wish I'd written this sooner actually, so I could remember more, but the buzz lasted for days, and I wrote a song from it. Donna actually cried with pride on my Dad's shoulder!
(Me and Donna)
I just now wanna say thanks to everyone who came! It was one of the best nights of my life so far. And the night out afterwards was hillarious!
So there's the good bit!
Since the gig we've had a few more, and on the day we got some great news in the form of an AMAZING opportunity, in the form of The Breakout Festival.
Everyone who reads this needs to get themselves down to The Cavern on the 10th September, and vote for us, so we can progress to the next round and become a step closer to playing an actual music festival in the Maldives and potentially get signed by an actual record company, and stay on an ACTUAL YAUGHT (Think I have my priorities the right way round there...:P)
So since then, I've spent a week at camp as well!
I love that place so much, seriously, I'd live there if I could. I was contemplating hiding under one of the chalets when the coach was boarding, but we had a gig the next day and I couldn't let the guys down!
Seriously though, it was a bit odd feeling this year, like the first few days didn't feel like camp at all, and we were all feeling a bit mehhh, but in the end, the week really made me think things through and evaluate everything, and I'm on a slightly different track now.
I loved sharing a room for the week with the girls too! Abbie, Andri, Caroline, Rach and Lora are the best roomies ever! I love it cos we're all so different, and lead completely different lives, and outside of camp, we don't all see each other too much, but as soon as we get there, we're like sisters. I've renamed them my soul sisters now, because the song Hey Soul Sister by Train was pretty much the song of the week!
Anyway, it's late, and I have work in the morn! I shall post part 2 sometime soon!
No really, I can't, because erm, I believe we were promised a heatwave? Where is it? Anyone know?
No, me either.
To be fair, June was quite hot, as I can clearly remember spending many a band practice in front of a fan that was just moving the hot air around, and having disgusting sweaty hair. TMI? Oh well.
But July? No no no. More like October. Honestly, I wore a jumper the other day.
So, as promised in my last post, the O2 gig.
It was a while ago now, as in, almost a month ago, but it was brilliant. Definitely worth the wait. I was so nervous beforehand, and accidentally shouted at Chris before we went on, but we were brill. I got THE BUZZ! And the crowd were really good to us. I wish I'd written this sooner actually, so I could remember more, but the buzz lasted for days, and I wrote a song from it. Donna actually cried with pride on my Dad's shoulder!
(Me and Donna)I just now wanna say thanks to everyone who came! It was one of the best nights of my life so far. And the night out afterwards was hillarious!
So there's the good bit!
Since the gig we've had a few more, and on the day we got some great news in the form of an AMAZING opportunity, in the form of The Breakout Festival.
Everyone who reads this needs to get themselves down to The Cavern on the 10th September, and vote for us, so we can progress to the next round and become a step closer to playing an actual music festival in the Maldives and potentially get signed by an actual record company, and stay on an ACTUAL YAUGHT (Think I have my priorities the right way round there...:P)
So since then, I've spent a week at camp as well!
I love that place so much, seriously, I'd live there if I could. I was contemplating hiding under one of the chalets when the coach was boarding, but we had a gig the next day and I couldn't let the guys down!
Seriously though, it was a bit odd feeling this year, like the first few days didn't feel like camp at all, and we were all feeling a bit mehhh, but in the end, the week really made me think things through and evaluate everything, and I'm on a slightly different track now.
I loved sharing a room for the week with the girls too! Abbie, Andri, Caroline, Rach and Lora are the best roomies ever! I love it cos we're all so different, and lead completely different lives, and outside of camp, we don't all see each other too much, but as soon as we get there, we're like sisters. I've renamed them my soul sisters now, because the song Hey Soul Sister by Train was pretty much the song of the week!
Anyway, it's late, and I have work in the morn! I shall post part 2 sometime soon!
Monday, 5 July 2010
Love In The Eyes...
Soo, that gig that seemed so far away is five days away. What? And still we're not referring to our songs by their actual names. The delay one, Drop D, and the acoustic one...it's alright for the others, but I've got to remember the actual names to say them on stage! And I'm not currently sure what the name of one of them is...it's either
A) The Story of A Lonely Hearted Girl
B) Love In The Eyes of A Lonely Hearted Girl
C) Love In The Eyes
D) Lonely Hearted Girl
I guess whatever comes out of my mouth on Saturday is the actual name from now on!
I'm supposed to be driving there, because...oh yeah, I PASSED MY TEST! But Dad's being all arsey about it and has changed his mind back and forth, and back and forth. It'd be so much easier for everyone, especially me, given that I'm working all day before and after!
We've built this gig up so much, for what reason I'm not too sure. But I can't wait! I've sold so many tickets as well, I can't wait to just get up there and nail it! Especially after Baa Bar. No matter what anyone says, that, plus the time in The Cavern with the Fretz is the low point of my musical career so far. And I can't bury a bad performance behind drink this time, I'm in work at ten the next day!
We're sounding good though. It's definitely the most ready we've been, and we've got a brilliant set. I can't wait for everyone to hear our new one, 'What Goes Around Comes Around', and the long complicated title one as mentioned above has had a non-acoustic makeover.
I'm seriously psyched up! And of course I shall update with how it goes, as per usual.
Chow! xxx
A) The Story of A Lonely Hearted Girl
B) Love In The Eyes of A Lonely Hearted Girl
C) Love In The Eyes
D) Lonely Hearted Girl
I guess whatever comes out of my mouth on Saturday is the actual name from now on!
I'm supposed to be driving there, because...oh yeah, I PASSED MY TEST! But Dad's being all arsey about it and has changed his mind back and forth, and back and forth. It'd be so much easier for everyone, especially me, given that I'm working all day before and after!
We've built this gig up so much, for what reason I'm not too sure. But I can't wait! I've sold so many tickets as well, I can't wait to just get up there and nail it! Especially after Baa Bar. No matter what anyone says, that, plus the time in The Cavern with the Fretz is the low point of my musical career so far. And I can't bury a bad performance behind drink this time, I'm in work at ten the next day!
We're sounding good though. It's definitely the most ready we've been, and we've got a brilliant set. I can't wait for everyone to hear our new one, 'What Goes Around Comes Around', and the long complicated title one as mentioned above has had a non-acoustic makeover.
I'm seriously psyched up! And of course I shall update with how it goes, as per usual.
Chow! xxx
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Summer is here, I got my Beer...
Except I don't have to sing those lyrics anymore :)
I can't believe it's June already! The year's gone so fast, but it's been a good'un :), although I've been harbouring this weird feeling that I've changed quite a bit since December! Not sure if it's good or bad yet, but I think I may just have grown up :o
Soo, summer means lots of things...
1. No Uni
And I still haven't finished my finance for next year. I panicked when I was reminded about it, I really did, and I promised myself I'd do it when I got home, but so many other things have been going on, and I just keep forgetting. I need to do it, I really do, but right now I don't even want to spend two seconds thinking about studying Milton and Blake, and Shakey in September. I would rather sit in a bathtub filled with spiders. Why oh why did I pick English lit? Anyone know? Tenner if you get the right answer? I have no idea...
2. Holidays!
Soo, I'm fresh from Cyprus, but I was basically glued to a hammock for a week. Not much exploring done there, and I want to see the world! Shame I'm only going to Wales twice at the moment then.
No really, I can't wait. Camp's always hilarious, and now we have ensuite bathrooms! No more cold showers...maybe. And it'll be cool to spend a week with the Abbie, cos she's always always working now, and I haven't saw Rach and Lora for a while, and cannot wait to catch up, if Lora's even still going. Her life's pretty exciting right now! And of course Andri will be there, and Caro.
But to go back as a leader, someone responsible for other people's (rather big) kids is a bit scary! I'm sure I'll cope, and I'm really excited to branch out and see what happens.
#3 Band stuff
It's weird, but summer always means music. Last year the old band split up in September, so the winter was pretty dull in that respect, I did join Liam's new project but that kinda faded into obscurity very quickly, and even though Dear Chicago have been together since January, summer still means music to me. Maybe that's because it's pretty much all I did last summer.
We've got the gig in the O2 on the 10th July that we've been focusing on since April, and then Danii's getting us more. It's fortunate that we're all either staying put, or going away at the same time.
The 10th's looking to be really good, as long as we really focus from like, now. I have no idea how we managed to be in practice for 2 hours yesterday before even going over a song, but we can't keep doing that. And Liam, if you read this, (which I doubt) FIND THAT AMP! How in the world do you lose an amp? Even if it's only a little one? I was so stressed out yesterday it was unbelievable. And we need a band meeting. And not one like last time where nothing really got sorted out.
#4-Lie ins
Which means nights out (if money allows), nuff said :D
Gonna update soon, gonna go and celebrate Hope's 20th now!
I can't believe it's June already! The year's gone so fast, but it's been a good'un :), although I've been harbouring this weird feeling that I've changed quite a bit since December! Not sure if it's good or bad yet, but I think I may just have grown up :o
Soo, summer means lots of things...
1. No Uni
And I still haven't finished my finance for next year. I panicked when I was reminded about it, I really did, and I promised myself I'd do it when I got home, but so many other things have been going on, and I just keep forgetting. I need to do it, I really do, but right now I don't even want to spend two seconds thinking about studying Milton and Blake, and Shakey in September. I would rather sit in a bathtub filled with spiders. Why oh why did I pick English lit? Anyone know? Tenner if you get the right answer? I have no idea...
2. Holidays!
Soo, I'm fresh from Cyprus, but I was basically glued to a hammock for a week. Not much exploring done there, and I want to see the world! Shame I'm only going to Wales twice at the moment then.
No really, I can't wait. Camp's always hilarious, and now we have ensuite bathrooms! No more cold showers...maybe. And it'll be cool to spend a week with the Abbie, cos she's always always working now, and I haven't saw Rach and Lora for a while, and cannot wait to catch up, if Lora's even still going. Her life's pretty exciting right now! And of course Andri will be there, and Caro.
But to go back as a leader, someone responsible for other people's (rather big) kids is a bit scary! I'm sure I'll cope, and I'm really excited to branch out and see what happens.
#3 Band stuff
It's weird, but summer always means music. Last year the old band split up in September, so the winter was pretty dull in that respect, I did join Liam's new project but that kinda faded into obscurity very quickly, and even though Dear Chicago have been together since January, summer still means music to me. Maybe that's because it's pretty much all I did last summer.
We've got the gig in the O2 on the 10th July that we've been focusing on since April, and then Danii's getting us more. It's fortunate that we're all either staying put, or going away at the same time.
The 10th's looking to be really good, as long as we really focus from like, now. I have no idea how we managed to be in practice for 2 hours yesterday before even going over a song, but we can't keep doing that. And Liam, if you read this, (which I doubt) FIND THAT AMP! How in the world do you lose an amp? Even if it's only a little one? I was so stressed out yesterday it was unbelievable. And we need a band meeting. And not one like last time where nothing really got sorted out.
#4-Lie ins
Which means nights out (if money allows), nuff said :D
Gonna update soon, gonna go and celebrate Hope's 20th now!
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
2 decades old!
Hello blog!
Wish me a happy birthday, but hurry up, there's only six minutes left!
So, I'm finally 20...oh yes, that moment I began to dread on New Year's eve has finally dawned, I'm no longer a teenager...I can't blame anything on that anymore...I might even have to GROW UP. Nah.
Seeing as it doesn't feel any different, I'll stay the same, age is just a number after all, until you get to 25, and then by the X factor's standards, you become OLD. In the OVERS category. I'll panic then I think!
So, I celebrated last Saturday, no idea why, seeing as I had to take a day off work, and I do absolutely nothing on Wednesdays, but anyway, I took seven of my favourite people off to the Red Hot Buffet, which actually, puts a lot of spice in all the food, you'd think I'd guess from the name, but no, I didn't and the malibu and coke I ordered with my food was definitely not enough to suffice! And plus half of it was in my hair, which I was absolutely gutted about. Not even two sips and I trip over a bloody INVISIBLE step and send it all flying into my newly straightened/volumised/perfect hair, leaving it smelling of alcohol all night, feeling like I'd glued it, and by the end of the night looking pretty shabby. Why is it always my hair that pays the price? And just a note here, but whoever makes them stupid upwards dryers that are in all the posh toilets, they are no good for drying hair. At all. Fix it.
Anyway, so the food was alright, a bit spicy, but some people prefer it like that, so I won't complain, and it was really pretty in there! The only thing I'm gonna moan a little about is the service charge. I would've tipped anyway, I always do, but a little choice would have been nice. And I have no idea how we managed to work the money out wrong so many times, I guess out of the eight of us none of us can count. Andri went to Merchant Taylors, but she was in the toilet, I suppose I did 'higher tier' maths back in the old days, but that was four years ago, I've forgotten it all now, and plus, I have no idea how I ended up in that class anyway, but I do remember getting 8/40 on a mock paper once.
So, after food, we headed to Scream to meet Abbie, Hannah, Sarah, Day and Carver, and it was FREEZING. I remember really wishing I had a nice denim jacket at that point, I could've totally been rocking the double denim look instead of the ridiculously cold and goosebumpy one, and then people decided to stop and get money out, so we split up, to get two taxis, but then realised we'd split 6/2 rather than 4/4 so we'd have to wait for two anyway. So Danni, Andri, Vicki and Caroline got in the first one, and Me, Jess, Donna and Hope waited for another one, and had a bit of a race with a woman in a lovely red jacket (warm red jacket) for the next one. Danni phoned me to make sure we'd got a taxi, and asked, 'Are you in the one behind us?' to which I replied 'Is it a silver one?' (Psst, Heather, she doesn't know, she's INSIDE it). And then 'Are you by a load of trees?'
I think I was breathing in the malibu fumes from my hair.
Our taxi for some reason beat theirs to Scream even though they got in one like five minutes before us, and we found the others sitting by the door (always a good idea) and me and Hope went up to the bar, only for me to discover I didn't have ID, I had my work card. To give an idea of how COMPLETELY STUPID that is, here's a picture.
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Hope bought my drinks for me to avoid this scenario:
"Any ID?"
"Yes, I am HEATHER *Flashes card*"
Seriously though, White card with bar code and name/Green card with a load of writing and terrible picture...how hard is it to pick the right one?
I got my Dad to bring my actual ID in. I love my Dad, how many people would actually do it? My Mum would just tell me to piss off or something. Thanks Dad :D
The next part of the night is pretty much a blur, but invloved a lot of walking, arguing over where to/not to go, and bumping into Phil from camp 2 years ago, oh, and tequila, which tequila virgin Vicki clearly did not appreciate. Followed by more walking, Danni leaving to go and see Jake, more walking, stopping, more walking, going to Baa Bar, not waiting in the queue, splitting up, and Me, Hope, Donna and Andri going to Chameleon where we drank cocktails and stole toilet roll. (Well actually, I can't drag Donna and Andri into that one, they were innocently dancing with two men with boss Afros at the time). We bumped into Casey and Jay a couple of times too.
So then it was to the K, where despite protesting for just about 365 days, I knew I'd end up in, but only after goodbyes to Donna and Hope, cos someone had work at seven (and still stayed out till like 2, I LOVE YOU HOPE!), and once we were up there, I just remember a lot of screaming, OH MY GOSH YOU'RE HERE! (Er, no way? It's not like they're out for your birthday or anything...) and then mucho dancing, and general merriment until the place shut, which is getting to be a bit of a habit of mine! Then I think we got talking to some people from Leeds waiting for taxis, and got home to morning sky, and me and Vicki saying we'd got to McDonalds for McMuffins at half ten.
Then I was woken up by by Mum, shouting me for tea. Oh well, you only turn 20 once!
Wish me a happy birthday, but hurry up, there's only six minutes left!
So, I'm finally 20...oh yes, that moment I began to dread on New Year's eve has finally dawned, I'm no longer a teenager...I can't blame anything on that anymore...I might even have to GROW UP. Nah.
Seeing as it doesn't feel any different, I'll stay the same, age is just a number after all, until you get to 25, and then by the X factor's standards, you become OLD. In the OVERS category. I'll panic then I think!
So, I celebrated last Saturday, no idea why, seeing as I had to take a day off work, and I do absolutely nothing on Wednesdays, but anyway, I took seven of my favourite people off to the Red Hot Buffet, which actually, puts a lot of spice in all the food, you'd think I'd guess from the name, but no, I didn't and the malibu and coke I ordered with my food was definitely not enough to suffice! And plus half of it was in my hair, which I was absolutely gutted about. Not even two sips and I trip over a bloody INVISIBLE step and send it all flying into my newly straightened/volumised/perfect hair, leaving it smelling of alcohol all night, feeling like I'd glued it, and by the end of the night looking pretty shabby. Why is it always my hair that pays the price? And just a note here, but whoever makes them stupid upwards dryers that are in all the posh toilets, they are no good for drying hair. At all. Fix it.
Anyway, so the food was alright, a bit spicy, but some people prefer it like that, so I won't complain, and it was really pretty in there! The only thing I'm gonna moan a little about is the service charge. I would've tipped anyway, I always do, but a little choice would have been nice. And I have no idea how we managed to work the money out wrong so many times, I guess out of the eight of us none of us can count. Andri went to Merchant Taylors, but she was in the toilet, I suppose I did 'higher tier' maths back in the old days, but that was four years ago, I've forgotten it all now, and plus, I have no idea how I ended up in that class anyway, but I do remember getting 8/40 on a mock paper once.
So, after food, we headed to Scream to meet Abbie, Hannah, Sarah, Day and Carver, and it was FREEZING. I remember really wishing I had a nice denim jacket at that point, I could've totally been rocking the double denim look instead of the ridiculously cold and goosebumpy one, and then people decided to stop and get money out, so we split up, to get two taxis, but then realised we'd split 6/2 rather than 4/4 so we'd have to wait for two anyway. So Danni, Andri, Vicki and Caroline got in the first one, and Me, Jess, Donna and Hope waited for another one, and had a bit of a race with a woman in a lovely red jacket (warm red jacket) for the next one. Danni phoned me to make sure we'd got a taxi, and asked, 'Are you in the one behind us?' to which I replied 'Is it a silver one?' (Psst, Heather, she doesn't know, she's INSIDE it). And then 'Are you by a load of trees?'
I think I was breathing in the malibu fumes from my hair.
Our taxi for some reason beat theirs to Scream even though they got in one like five minutes before us, and we found the others sitting by the door (always a good idea) and me and Hope went up to the bar, only for me to discover I didn't have ID, I had my work card. To give an idea of how COMPLETELY STUPID that is, here's a picture.
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Hope bought my drinks for me to avoid this scenario:
"Any ID?"
"Yes, I am HEATHER *Flashes card*"
Seriously though, White card with bar code and name/Green card with a load of writing and terrible picture...how hard is it to pick the right one?
I got my Dad to bring my actual ID in. I love my Dad, how many people would actually do it? My Mum would just tell me to piss off or something. Thanks Dad :D
The next part of the night is pretty much a blur, but invloved a lot of walking, arguing over where to/not to go, and bumping into Phil from camp 2 years ago, oh, and tequila, which tequila virgin Vicki clearly did not appreciate. Followed by more walking, Danni leaving to go and see Jake, more walking, stopping, more walking, going to Baa Bar, not waiting in the queue, splitting up, and Me, Hope, Donna and Andri going to Chameleon where we drank cocktails and stole toilet roll. (Well actually, I can't drag Donna and Andri into that one, they were innocently dancing with two men with boss Afros at the time). We bumped into Casey and Jay a couple of times too.
So then it was to the K, where despite protesting for just about 365 days, I knew I'd end up in, but only after goodbyes to Donna and Hope, cos someone had work at seven (and still stayed out till like 2, I LOVE YOU HOPE!), and once we were up there, I just remember a lot of screaming, OH MY GOSH YOU'RE HERE! (Er, no way? It's not like they're out for your birthday or anything...) and then mucho dancing, and general merriment until the place shut, which is getting to be a bit of a habit of mine! Then I think we got talking to some people from Leeds waiting for taxis, and got home to morning sky, and me and Vicki saying we'd got to McDonalds for McMuffins at half ten.
Then I was woken up by by Mum, shouting me for tea. Oh well, you only turn 20 once!
Friday, 7 May 2010
Baa Bar...badddd
It's May!!!!!!
That means, end of term, Birthday, holiday and er, exam, but scratch that last one for a sec!
This is the first guilt free blog I've written in a while, I usually do them when I should be essay writing, but, oh yeah, none left! I love it :)
So, as promised, I'm gonna tell all about the Baa Bar gig, alright, I know probably an average of three people will read this, but I want to write it down anyway.
Soo, GREAT night...yeah, not really. I think it'll go down as one of those to look back and laugh at, but laughing's always good.
We got to sound check at half five, and I swear, I am never stressing out about a sound check again, because we didn't have ours (well, if you want to call it a sound check)until right before we went on, at about twenty to nine...there's three hours I'm never getting back! And then, the sound check wasn't actually a sound check, it was the first bloody song, unknown to any of us. So we 'sound checked' Jenny, like always, and then as it turned out, we just had to carry on with the set, so if anyone who was there actually ever reads this, for the record, turning round, and looking at the other guys like a rabbit in headlights isn't my stage thing or anything, I just thought they were going to stop halfway through and didn't want to be that idiot that carrys on when the music's stopped.
So after Jenny, we're told to just carry on. Cue a lot of arm waving, hand gestures, eyebrow manouvres and whining from me, I must have looked really peed off (which I was) because Danii came over to see what was wrong.
I'll tell you what was wrong, okay, Jenny's just a song, like the rest, but we have an order, seeing as Chris and Tom aren't onstage for the acoustics, we do them first, so that Chris and Tom don't have to leave the stage halfway through, then they join us for the covers, which are next. Then we play Jenny. And then Not About The Girls, that's just the way it is, for now at least until our new stuff is ready. We ALWAYS close with Not About The Girls, always have, but the order was messed up and we closed with the acoustics (which weren't actually acoustic) and Chris and Tom did have to leave the stage halfway through.
So after Jenny, I was pretty annoyed, and I think you could probably tell if you watched me, (sorry), and I think it threw the others as well, because it wasn't exactly the best we've ever played. But, it was nobody's fault, we only knew about the gig two days before, and had no practice time in between (which is pretty important)!
So now, no more gigs until July, really this time. I've written loads of lyrics recently, and the others have wrote loads too, so we should have loads of good material by then, and maybe I won't end up getting completely drunk and fall down the stairs next time.
Seriously, drink is not the answer, if you play a bad gig, let it lie. I have a graze on my knee to show for my stupidity!
That means, end of term, Birthday, holiday and er, exam, but scratch that last one for a sec!
This is the first guilt free blog I've written in a while, I usually do them when I should be essay writing, but, oh yeah, none left! I love it :)
So, as promised, I'm gonna tell all about the Baa Bar gig, alright, I know probably an average of three people will read this, but I want to write it down anyway.
Soo, GREAT night...yeah, not really. I think it'll go down as one of those to look back and laugh at, but laughing's always good.
We got to sound check at half five, and I swear, I am never stressing out about a sound check again, because we didn't have ours (well, if you want to call it a sound check)until right before we went on, at about twenty to nine...there's three hours I'm never getting back! And then, the sound check wasn't actually a sound check, it was the first bloody song, unknown to any of us. So we 'sound checked' Jenny, like always, and then as it turned out, we just had to carry on with the set, so if anyone who was there actually ever reads this, for the record, turning round, and looking at the other guys like a rabbit in headlights isn't my stage thing or anything, I just thought they were going to stop halfway through and didn't want to be that idiot that carrys on when the music's stopped.
So after Jenny, we're told to just carry on. Cue a lot of arm waving, hand gestures, eyebrow manouvres and whining from me, I must have looked really peed off (which I was) because Danii came over to see what was wrong.
I'll tell you what was wrong, okay, Jenny's just a song, like the rest, but we have an order, seeing as Chris and Tom aren't onstage for the acoustics, we do them first, so that Chris and Tom don't have to leave the stage halfway through, then they join us for the covers, which are next. Then we play Jenny. And then Not About The Girls, that's just the way it is, for now at least until our new stuff is ready. We ALWAYS close with Not About The Girls, always have, but the order was messed up and we closed with the acoustics (which weren't actually acoustic) and Chris and Tom did have to leave the stage halfway through.
So after Jenny, I was pretty annoyed, and I think you could probably tell if you watched me, (sorry), and I think it threw the others as well, because it wasn't exactly the best we've ever played. But, it was nobody's fault, we only knew about the gig two days before, and had no practice time in between (which is pretty important)!
So now, no more gigs until July, really this time. I've written loads of lyrics recently, and the others have wrote loads too, so we should have loads of good material by then, and maybe I won't end up getting completely drunk and fall down the stairs next time.
Seriously, drink is not the answer, if you play a bad gig, let it lie. I have a graze on my knee to show for my stupidity!
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