Finally Halloween is here, my favourite holiday of the year. I even carved a pumpkin on Saturday – outside in the bright sunshine, wearing a T-Shirt and worrying about sunburn. Something was very wrong with that picture. Late October, and temperatures over 20 degrees Celsius, I’m certainly not complaining!
Stopped at the petrol station and the meter stopped at Euro 49.49 – slightly eerie. What was more disturbing though was my car’s engine making strange stuttering noises at low speed, and simply not going all that fast at high speed. It basically didn’t go any faster than 140km/h. Needless to say, I was a bit late for work.
When I told my coworker about it, she said, “Well, what did you do about it?” – I replied, “I checked the oil?”. She burst out laughing, but I know nothing about cars (nor do I care), I can check the oil and that’s it. The oil level seemed fine, so I have to take the car to the garage on Wednesday. Great, I expect to be ripped off, my total ignorance of All Things Cars must be discernible to garage owners the second I enter the pit of sweat and oil.
Now Playing: North American Hallowe’en Prevention Initiative, Inc – Do They Know It’s Hallowe’en (Album Version)
I’m starting to think I’m a masochist – not sexually, before you get excited – but in the sense of someone who displays a “willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences”. In my case, that would be going to gigs.
Anyway, amazing voice, amazing guitar player in so many ways (people who know me well will know what I mean), simply amazing sound and lighting with very few effects – though the lead singer did make some pretty disturbing moves which freaked me out. I almost hope they were substance-related. I could have enjoyed myself, but I just fail to blend out what is going on around me most of the time, especially if the audience is so snotty. I found myself squashed between this guy and his girlfriend. I don’t know how I got there, but I couldn’t move anywhere else, and apparently they didn’t mind me standing there either. However, I did. The guy was a lot taller than me, incredibly geeky, a chain-smoker (of course) and he kept jumping or “dancing” to beats that apparently only he was able to hear. I spent a lot of the time ducking elbows and cigarette butts. Even writing this now I feel bad for letting this guy take so much of the atmosphere away from me.
The day wasn’t exactly off to a great start this morning. After I had overcome the initial morning shock of looking into the mirror, I noticed that somehow some mascara must have escaped the eye makeup remover last night, so I had a bad case of goth eyes. I love goth eyes, but only when they are done intentionally. So I grabbed the bottle of eye makeup remover and applied it to my eyes. Only it wasn’t the remover. It was Neutrogena Deep Clean cleanser. I swear I thought I had done some permament damage to my eyes. I once got some rock splinters into my eyes during abseiling, and that wasn’t as bad as the cleanser was. Plenty of cold water and Optrex drops later, I thought I was back to normal.
