I was really there for The Vision of A Dying World. Jackson and I spoke last week and he was a little nervous about playing the Beauty Bar...he didn't know how their sound would go over in the place. I thought it was a good chance to get some fans out, but also to make new ones. Whether those people were all there because they were familiar with the band or if they are the Beauty Bar's "built in" crowd, it seemed like everyone enjoyed their set.
I should point out that this was a stripped version of The Vision. Brothers Jackson and Keith hit the stage alone. Jackson killed his guitar strings in the first song so they made due even more stripped and when they wanted to quit, the crowd demanded more.
Still, they stuck to a short set and I think if anything, it left people with a sense of the talent of the band and particularly the Brothers Milgaten.
As soon as they finished I made my way back to Kensington. Apparently still not enough. I walked to the Ken Club and that's where the night gets fuzzy. I ran into Dave and somehow ended up in a cab with him and his friends with the Pink Eephant as a destination and then finished at Dave's house where I pulled the ultimate drunk girl and decided I was going to walk home. Fortunately Dave was looking out and convinced me to crash on the couch, so I made the trek home the next day walking up 30th, grabbing the "flat bun" patty melt at Carl's (ew, by the way) and a smoothie at the place by A/C lounge, eventually catching the 11 bus on Adams back home. I lost a ring and my necklace in my haze the night before, so hopefully those things will turn up, but I'm pretty sure I got all the partying out of my system. Guess it was the impending doom of turning 31 and it just got to me. Ah, growing up. So fun, ain't it?
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