there was a good part to my night. in fact i would venture to say it was the best night i ever had at nation. i was there for the very beginning of the Damned show, and it was AWESOME. i was right up front, only 2 feet away from Dave Vanian!!! he is everything i hoped, he is the goth elvis god. i worship. the opening band, tiger army, wasn't too bad either, in a punk way i guess. not that i want to throw that word around, having no cred with which to do that whatsoever. anyways, the damned have added a female bassist, i think she is dave's woman, and she is THE BOMB. she is incredible. i was completely stoked after hearing most of the set and i wandered off to let someone else get battered by crowd surfers.
i found out that several old friends were at the club, people i haven't seen in YEARS. jay looked so awesome and
freakeden did too and it was so great to see them. in addition to that, jack informed me that i may have flipped the dancing switch on him so now he likes dancing. this makes me happy. it was such a good night. and the real irony of all this is that i was really really worried about jack getting home, in fact i was thinking all the way back of all these horrible horrifying scenarios of him calling me telling me he'd been in an accident. and then i ended up calling him. what a mess. what a terrible mess. and i had such a wonderful night, too. it's a damn shame. oh well, i better get my ass in gear and make more phone calls to sort all this out. and a doctor's appointment. dammit. 