oh my god so i get home.
and the house is empty, (as usual) so I'm all settling into this calm, relaxing bath, and then, a half hour later, just as im getting realllyyyyyy quite into my book, who arrives, but mum, dad, and mum and dad friends of mum and dad. did that make sense? anyway. and theyre all delightfully drunk, which is fine because whatever live it up, but then mum feels the need to come in and have a drunken chat, and then dad comes in and laughs and walks out, i mean what, and then i suddenly hear realllyyyy loud like, salsa latin jazz i dont even know what shit bursting out of the cd player, and im like, ffffffuuuuuuuuuuu.
i prefer it when im home alone to be honest.
BUT ANYWAY.
the prince bandroom once again came through with the goods.
aside from randomly sweaty people and strippers with fag hair, the concerto was funfunfun.
except awkward that i nearly preferred little reds supporting act to the actual band.
THEY WERE SO GOOD OMG I CANT EVEN.
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