holy shit.
the pictures I have burned into my brain are much, much better than what my camera churned out (crap) because I couldn't flash at the KEXP in-studios, and I couldn't bring a detachable lens to the big show.
yes, that is john vanderslice, the old 97s, superchunk, and death cab.
no, I did not have to zoom.
I spent all of death cab up in the front front front, hanging over the railing, screaming my head off. I was pressed tight up against not only the railing, but deb, the finance major in the funny hat from oregon state, and the hot canadian about to travel europe on his parents' dime. and as we speak (type) I am officially declaring myself a bumbertard. this applies not only to my behaviors exhibited this evening pre-show to get in and get up front, but also to the state I am in currently, as a result of said show, which will roll into tomorrow I'm sure - spent, amazed, sore throat, and having seen more bands in one weekend than anyone should see in a month. and almost all of them were really, really, really good. overstimulated, with sore feet and a head full of movies of epic, sweeping, amazing moments. when we left tonight to walk back to the car, I could have sworn I was wasted. but in a good way.
I did it. I was in the front row. and it was the greatest thing ever. except I think I say that about something every few days now. but still.
it was funny, today I said I felt pretty, and that I hadn't felt that way in a while, and kevin remarked that I had gotten out of the east coast, and now the east coast was getting out of me. I liked that. I also like having yelled things out at big, superstar, crazy famous boys in bands, and having them laugh because they heard me. those two things + kristin's just general existence, really = my totally made day. week. life.
I'm slurring my speech. I know, it's cute, but I have to go. I can't even sit up anymore.
this is victoria's reason for getting out of bed in the morning.
xx
VVB
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