WUSSY WEDNESDAY - 2/24/09

*Sigh* Alright. This for all you guys at the Ani Difranco show a couple weeks ago at The Westcott in Syracuse. God damnit…

You guys know that the music I’ve been hearing lately has been a little less that heavy. Recently, the Beardo dragged me to see Ani Difranco. Now, let me preface this story by saying that I’m a relatively tough chick, but uh… I have my moments of weakness where my true human self shines through. If I had ever lost something at a metal show, it would more than likely be gone forever. If it wasn’t destroyed in the pit, it would be stolen, am I right? We ARE pretty good about helping an injured brother out, but if you found some money on the ground you’d probably just take it. Anyway…

Like many chicks, I have a standard set of jewelry that I wear every day. I don’t think about putting them on, I just do. For me, it’s four rings on my fingers- one of which is a diamond and platinum pinky ring that my grandmother handed down to me on my 13th birthday. As you might guess, when we got to the Ani show last week, I looked at my hands and it was gone. Who has two thumbs and was a horribly sad mess? THIS GIRL. Against all hopes, I searched around me but to no avail. When we left, I left my name, number and description of the ring at the box office, for the slim chance that someone might find it.

Upon returning back to the Beardo’s apartment (conveniently located around the corner from the venue, I might add) I became the wussiest of whiny girls and cried for a solid 10 minutes, when LO! I hear the faint sound of Arch Enemy’s “Nemesis” coming out of my purse. I pick up the phone and it was The Westcott calling to say that they FOUND MY RING.

So my friends, you see now why I have to be chill with the hippies, at least until the do something against me. They’re a little weird and they smell pretty bad, but the have a little bit of goodness in their heart to spare. Fuckin hippies man… Well, this Wussy Wednesday is just for you. Please go shower now.

-Julia