Just a heads up: I got up and wrote this entry at 3 in the morning. In addition to being in a dark ass room, I was still half asleep. I decided to leave the spelling errors in because I think it's kind of funny. Maybe I'll fix it tomorrow.
I was sitting at a bar. Dan had to work that night. Adam showed up at the bar. We shoot the shit for a minutes, then his friends showed up ad he asked if I'm planning of going to the opeth show that night. I freak out immedieately. You never told me! He is sheepish, as if he knows the mistake he's made. I am beside myself. This isn't just a show. it's version 2.0 of the ambient show we went to a t the food sheppherd center. So it's sure to be small and very intimate.
He said there's still tickets, so I frantically try to find my phone so I can call and get one. Ther are a zilion numbers and i don't know which one to call. we're sitting in the green room bar at the showboz market. there's a poster on the wall with a number on it, so i tryit. the recordig that picks up is garbled and not helpful. then a boutncer comes oer, having hear the conversaiotn and sais that it's the numer for the tattoo shop upstairs. then another guy who's sitting nezt to us says, oh that's a great idea, I'll get in throuhg the tattoo shop. and he gets upa nd the bouncer recognices him and they hug and the guiy gets let intothe shoe. i'm devastated.
Daniel N. shows up. He's stokes and asking if I'm going in. I told him i just dound out about it. I'm des[arate. he doens't have an extra tickey. also, my friend Hoang from high school is there. he's also going. he hatches a plan, using an extra phish ticket that he had lepft over. first he gets it all wet, he has some extra random barcode stickers and uses one to cover the phish name on the ticket. but I'm sure it won't work becase they scan the barcodes of ever tickey. soeone will see for sure.
they have to go in and i'm back to being bimmmer and frantic.
adam has disappeared. the venue seems empty, but the show is set to begin in only a few minutes. i start wandering around trying to come up with ideas for how to get in. i consier making a sign that says, "blowhob for ticket." i know it would be wrong, but i quesyion if dan would understand.
as i'm wandering around, i feel awkward, like i'm the odd one out because all these people knew aobut it and not me. my purse is full of crap and i'm ashamed for people to see me. i think maybe they're judging me.
i'm in the area where a team of medics are setting up a station in case people get hurt and need basic medical attention. under one of the folding tables, in some wetness, i see two of my most [rized posession necklaces. I don't remember weating them, but apparently they've fallen off. iut's a startling realization and i feel overwhelmed with wmotion. i start crying as two women walk up, part of the organization. i quickly explain my situation that i'm so bummer i can't get into t he show but at leasy i've gound my very importany necklasts.
One ofthe women sympathises with me. I tell her that adam didn't let mek now in time, otherwiest i totatlly would have gotten tickest. she's amazed that iknow superfan and the topic comes up that i'm a tattoo artisys and i've worked on several of her firends and the other girl too. they take pity on me and she takes out a scrap of paper about business card size and writes on it that i have permission to enter the opeth show plue two. i'm elated. she warns me to make sure the head office doens't hear about it. with a million thanks, i'm digging through my purse, yrying to find business cards. i find some but they're water damaged and disgustenign. the girl points this out and i feel bad but they i forget and go on my wat to the show which is about to start. i madly try to tezt dan but then he's there by my side, like he knew and came right away.
the door is hard to find and eventually we get it. We are speaking in sign langyage now, not sure why. I guess it seems more sophisticated. a man approaches, asking for our tickets. i pull out the scrap. it's a tag from a puece of clothing. he reads the backa and laughts in our feace. he says no way. i protest at first, but then just look in his eye. he sees what i've been trhough to get this. he threatens to take it to the office. i just look at him. finally he gives, seeing that i've been frantic and ceying.
Dan and i run in. there are maybe 20 people in the room. it's well lit. it down't look like opeth, but maybe it's cause it's in a well lit room. they sarte right away. they
re placig and accousit version of bjork's htperballad. there are three woman on strings. they have lots of colorful rubbin in their hair, they look all huppied out. they sound awful. i'm jund of disappingted cause i feel like theu
re ruining the show. one of the women is waaay off kep. they are all maing faces like they know they're off, but keep playing anyway. theyn the cellist breaks her strings. they're made of colordul raw wool roving. it's not strong and she just bows it apart. the whole convery comes to a screeching halt as she tries to spun the strings back together again.
