The answer to yesterday's question: working! Bonus points if you guessed working and then coming home and playing with myself.
Saturday night was a bust, bust, bust.
Got to the show a little early, wish we hadn't. Had to mill around a crowd that was NOT my kinda people, not that I have a kind of people. Anyway, it was all ages, not 21 and up. 5000 fucked up kids trying so hard to be different in exactly the same way.
So Hatebreed finally took to the stage, we were about three rows from the front. On the first guitar chord, the crowd surged forward (en route to a total and full on mosh, but I digress...). The kids behind us fell, and one of their heads nailed Kris on the spine. She looked up at me and said "Get me out of here now!!!!!" So we got out of there then!!! Once outside of the melee, I saw she was crying something intense and shaking...I got a little scared. She was really hurt.
As it turns out, she could barely walk and couldn't bend at all. She's been drugged up on Doan's Pills ever since.
So here's the thing. She had to work the next day. But she couldn't, you see. So she called and told them what was up. She was told it was her decision to go to the concert and that if she didn't find someone to work for her, she no longer had a job. So we get ready and go down there, me serving as a cane. She asks everyone already working if they could work that night for her. No. She gathers the phone numbers of everyone not working at that moment and we go home. She calls them all. None of them will. She no longer has a job.
So, if we weren't going to go bankrupt anyway from the entire movie theater fuckfest of last month, now this. I'm working eleven hour days, all I can. I still don't think we're going to make it. She's not having luck finding a job. I'm so sleepy I could pass out at any moment. Need...orgasm...now. Or maybe later. Later when I wake up.
