So... you may be wondering why I haven't written. Actually, that's not true- if you're on our mailing list you'll know why- I just finished my first final and my project, had class, rehearsal and flyering to do yesterday, and spent about 10 hours in the car on Sunday not to rest my head till 5 AM or so Monday morning... but if you're not on our mailing list, that's why. :) (Speaking of which, anyone who wants to be on our mailing list, should let me know...)
Anyway. Saturday. Jammy Jam.
It all started way back when my friend Mav decided to be born, move to Pittsburgh, and throw parties every year for his birthday. I haven't seen Mav and the Pittsburgh crew in about 7 years. (I think.) And I also hadn't seen my big brother Tommy's new house, also in Pittsburgh. Or my Grandma (who doesn't have a myspace page) who lives in a tiny little village about an hour outside of Pittsburgh. So... lots of reasons for me to go to Pittsburgh.
Mav throws a yearly birthday party called "Jammy Jam" where he hosts a costume contest (for the best pj's and/or lingerie), with drinking, dancing and general debauchery included. This year Tommy and I had a couple of additions-
Tommy's idea: Live Music
Brilliant! How much fun is it to have live bands play at your party? So much fun.
My idea: Kissing Contest
Also brilliant, but I must admit Steph and Mav definitely improved on the original idea which was just that I would get to kiss everyone, and changed it so that everyone got to kiss everyone. Which, I admit, is a much better idea. But either way I got to kiss lots and lots of people, so I win. :)
I asked the band if they wanted to go- Frankie had another show and then we figured since I'd be driving and making all these familial pit stops it probably wouldn't be a good idea to bring John and Saysha. (Just because I was gone for about 5 days and they'd both have to miss work.) So I decided to fly solo. That's when Tommy came up with the idea of him playing bass for me and us finding a drummer.
That drummer was Shane- and the three of us rehearsed 3 times, including once about an hour before the party started. HA! Funny stuff. I've gotta hand it to these boys- they did a great job, especially considering the short notice. Although, if the truth be known (no offense guys) I missed my band. It's not the same without them. I've said this a million times before and I don't mind saying it again- it's the combination of all of us, I think, that makes what we do so much fun. :) Yay!
After us, Max impressed us with his project Naked Friday, a hip hop set with his Wartar. (War-tar? Max, what was it again?) Followed by a rockin' set by Gladstone Ruckus. I have to admit (and please don't take this personally) I was pretty wasted by the time they went on, so I know they were good (because I heard them before when I was sober), but I can't say for sure how much of their set I saw or how much of it I actually remember... sorry guys...
What I do remember is getting to see my friend George again for the first time in forever. George is a girl. She's actually one of the most amazing girls I've ever met. And that's not just my opinion, everyone loves George. How can you not love George?We headed out to the porch, stole Mav's 40 and tried to see if we could finish it before he would notice, which we did. HA! And I think that was right after I had 2 other beers, so I think that's why I was drunk because I just drank really fast.
Anway- I came in 2nd to George on the girl's half of the kissing contest. (Yay me!) But 4th overall- bested by my brother. How did this happen? I was incensed. I insisted on comparisons afterwards to see who was better and the few girls we got to do it said it was me- I demand a rematch. :)
By 2 or so in the morning I wandered back downstairs because I decided it was a good idea to start playing drums. Pink PJ wearing Ben accompanied me on guitar, then Tommy from Gladstone Ruckus joined us on Bass, and Paul (also from G.R.) took over on Guitar. It felt REALLY good to play drums again, and I was better than I remembered. (Probably only because I was drunk and not nervous.) We had at least 8 people dancing around the pool table. That was probably the best part of the night. Well... second best.
I walked myself home at 4 something. How did it get to be 4 something? And Tommy came home shortly thereafter. I had the rest of the pancakes from our breakfast feast with our cousin Joey and his girlfriend Laura. (Joey is now an official chef and we made: pancakes, eggs, home fries, bacon, and strawberries. It was amazing.) And Tommy had a tuna fish sandwich. We didn't get to bed till 5 or so, but it was good.
Sunday I dragged my feet all day- I didn't want to leave. I love my big brother. He is amazing and I had so much fun just hanging out and spending time. Sunday afternoon it was POURING, like trees blowing sideways and water drenching the streets kind-of pouring, and we sat on the front porch and just watched the rain go by. It was really really really really nice.
But I had to leave. I eventually got on the road, got lost, got food, went to Mom and Dad's, got my laundry and more food, got stuck in traffic, took a nap, and eventually rolled into Brooklyn at about 2 AM. I didn't get to bed till 3, then I couldn't sleep till 5. Messed up. I forgot how angry I was, and the second my head hit the pillow it all came back.
Ah well. It was a nice weekend and I can't wait to do it again. Next time I'm bringing the band with me.
Set List:
-Without You
-This Happens
-Don't Look Back
-Stuck in My Head
-Real Dreams
-Six Degrees
-Try So Hard
