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2000-10-02 || 19:26:25 || santa cruz/retarded kid fashion || kay so this diary thing is becoming a bit of a compulsion.. and i know i'm going to get in trouble because i let my beloved supervisor in on my secret extracurricular activity. good thing i live on the edge and all. saturday i went to santa cruz.. maybe it was me but michael and i were getting hard looks. i don't think we're particularly funny looking (...well...), and i was blaming it on the tourist chip on my shoulder, but we had just parked the car and were getting out when this bro yelled "it's not 1950 anymore" from his car. we didn't look like we were from 1950 (except for the howdy doody-core outfit michael was working.. red gingham shirt and brown sta-pressed pants...((i'm trying my hardest not to say anything about retarded kid fashion...omg that's bad.)) but he looked really nice. really. he's quite the fashionable fellow when he goes the distance) so i'm blaming the guy's no fear school of fashion background. we were wandering around and just before the show (oh. we were in santa cruz for one of the shows going on for the big bang festival. looky here: www.kingturtle.com/bigbang.html. i wish that address would light up for ya so you could click on it, hot-diggety. spike and princess and dear nora and the aislers set played.) we spotted a whole bunch of kids we knew and tore down the streets toward the show, a nice gang of us, full of black rimmed glasses and boxy black shoes and knapsacks and plaid (hmm. retarded kid fashion?). coincidentally there was a bad religion show and it was all i could do to keep myself from staging the scene in the michael jackson beat it video when the two gangs come together and start dancin with switchblades. so we got to the show and sat in the parking lot between parked cars drinkin for a while. and then we went inside and watched the bands play. i love shows like that.. not all that crowded, i knew a lot of the kids there... and looking around while the music was playing it all felt so nice. archetypal show scene. and i had to file it away to remember when i'm an old lady sitting on the front porch looking back on age 24. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |