Buoy Don’t Float

I’d like to say we rocked the place, but we really didn’t. Of the giant hallways and dance rooms brimming with half-drunk people, we were only able to attract a lousy 30-40 to watch our performance. I’m tempted to say ‘pathetic,’ but that implies that I care more than I do. The word here is…wait for it…checking thesaurus…woeful. (kinda, maybe?)

Regardless, it was enjoyable. No more stage fright, no more new songs, no more great expectations: just plain rocking out. I was feet shuffling half the time and at one point I jumped off of Thomson’s kick drum–not very high, but noticeable to anyone looking. Most of the fun was really just watching people. This was definitely the first show I looked up more than I looked down. Cool part was that all of us were enjoying it. Thomson was playing with his glow in the dark drumsticks, Lin’s guitar strap broke, Marlee…well, I couldn’t hear Marlee without monitors, and Mike just played on and on in his normal stoic pose–but he did admit to having fun despite a mediocre show. I feel like one goal is met: enjoy the music you play. However, I feel like we have a lot more to bring to the table in terms of stage presence and music, but lets not jump too far ahead.

The rest of the party wasn’t anything special with the one exception being pirates; everywhere. So, I watched another band, stole some cursed pirate gold, and then walked home and gave it to Tram.