day two started with the best whoa nellie! set i've seen to date. put me in the best mood for the day. all in all though, it was kinda a bittersweet day. 333 were AMAZING, but it was their last. it was the last miranda for me as well. again, ruled, but sad. i swear i've waited 213 years to see ugly stick again, but since melissa and i were outside of the tent, by the 3rd song of getting monsooned on, we remembered "hey, don't we live across the street, with lots of towels and dry clothes and kittens and bongs and stuff?" so even more amazing but sad. heading back to our house, we were rounding up friends we passed running in the rain and told them to come to our apartment and dry off offered up dry shirts and ninja warrior repeats to everyone. two of the people we rescued from the storms ended up getting engaged during one of my emcee rants by the offramp stage (congrats to adrian X and steph!!! nice ring!) missed earwig because of the storms (and bongs) but by the time i took the emcee mic at the end of red dahlia, i swear to fuck the rock just wouldn't stop. pummelpummelpummel. and then as soon as i was done introing the jesus i hadda walk to my shift at hi5, walk behind the bar, and start serving girly drinks to columbus' fattest vampires. weak!!!
but, i got my alison rose ohio-cassette shirt i've been craving, i got to see all those folks you only get to see at comfest, i got to prove once again why i SHOULDN'T be allowed to have a mic at the 'fest, i got to see bovee with steel drums backing him, got to do mid-day diana ross style costume changes, and fell in love with comfest all over again.
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