TwangFest Stream of Conciousness
Originally posted to the Fluff-list, these are thoughts from the fest:
Man, it's 11:30 in Toronto, which, would is like, noon Twangfest time, and I'm thinking that what with the lack of sleep I've had over the last few days, I should really ought to get to bed, but somehow something feels like its missing. Possibly it's the lack of PBR buzz, or the fact that I haven't hugged Alex yet tonight, or that it just seems so damned lonely in here without Jamie, Linda and Louise.
I walked into HoJos on Wednesday morning, more than a little nervous and unsure what to expect. I mean, y'all are a little bit nutty on the list, ya know? I was worried that you might turn out to be even nuttier in person. And I feel truly thankful that all my worst fears were realized. You people are insane. Every last one of you. And goddamnit I do love you for that. Does that make me insane, too? I'm not sure.
The whole weekend was a rush of introductions, and I feel terrible about all the people I almost instantly forgot after being introduced.
I have a notepaper full of twangfest notes - things I wanted to remember to maybe write about later, or to remind myself of things - that are rather stream of conciousness but nonetheless sort of amusing. They may be out of order since they weren't exactly scrawled on the page in straight lines.
- Indian palace - veggies better, what's with naan issues. Saaaaaaaag!
- Louise, too cute, Elderberries.
- Well, that was awkward and uncomfortable. Thank god it's done, though.
- Jamie, food, holy shit. Apple butter, how did she know?
- Celebrity Dorm Room.
- Carl Zimring = Mathowie. No really. Corich?
- OMG! Nena and Barry!
- Could Milton Mapes be less interesting?
- TMP Whee!
- Mike = local = did I need to meet more people?
- Why do Americans always want to talk about socialized health care?
- Cigar smoking assholes.
- Marie is a goddess.
- Why do they drink this shit?
- All the stories about Roy Kasten are true. Who'd've guessed?
- I'm just calling them all Jim. It's easier that way.
- No tamarind tofu. Sad.
- Must stop extolling virtues of Deco detailing as if I have any idea
what I'm talking about. Sounds snotty.
- Rough Shop, yay. Not shod.
- Ear plugs. Jesus. How dumb.
- Supersuckers = not as suck as I might have expected. Must learn to
like the rawk.
- Ego / respect / Eddie.
- Meshel likes my truffles. Yay!
- Why does everyone get that invitation but me? I'd totally say yes.
This is probably a bad sign. Must get help.
- 73. Ouch. Take up smoking?
- Sorry Heather!
- Bowling Stones r0x0r. Best set of the week so far.
- full service twang gang
- Stop staring. Tacky.
- Why do they drink this shit?
- Nora O'Connor, fucking great shoes.
- Hurt. Pain. Floor. Oww. This is why.
- Halter dress. Lovely. Good hair.
- How does Jamie manage to look that good this late at night?
- Moot Davis = Chris Isaak - TV show.
- No bathroom issues. Amazing.
- Must have sandwich.
- Fugging rain.
- Johnny Horton. Wow.
- Oh my god, Penzeys! $68. Crystallized ginger, fucking amazing. Want
to remake truffles better this time. What is this going to look like
on my customs declaration? Are spices an agricultural product? If they
confiscate this stuff, I'll cry.
- They hate me, that's why. Or I have bad timing. But probably they hate me.
- Awwwww. Ducky!
- Steve Dawson, yay.
- Shlay-seer. It's not that hard.
- Mowzaat. Must tell chowhound. Zowie.
- Are all the list bands this good?
- Wow. Pictures. Geek.
- Bottle Rockets. Finally, a band I actually know. I am way too
amateur hour to be here.
- Loves the Neko. Looks grumpy though.
- Hell, no, Roy. Smart man, that Jim.
- Jello.
- Straight vodka actually much stronger than orange stuff. Should not
have needed three shots of crap vodka to prove this. Next year, bring
own bottle.
- Tiara!
- If Jamie doesn't marry Earl, can I?
- Next person who makes me say 'about' gets punched in the nads.
Unless they don't have nads.
- Marie is a goddess. May have already mentioned this.
- Bill Silvers officially most adorable man at Twangfest. Maggie Jones
gets most adorable female. Glows like she's radioactive.
- How does HoJo let us get away with this?
- Well, that explains that.
That's the end of my stream of consciousness thoughts from the weekend.
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