I am sitting in a bald-cap with the grossest chinbeard in a while, as Jess blow-dries Jen's hair in what has to be the calmest pre-wedding living room ever.
I flew into Reykjavik then London, then coached to Swansea. Punk John joined me in Cardiff and we pulled in behind the Swansea Tesco where a clean-sober Dave Beer drove us to the Brunswick, thereby joining Keiran's in-progress stag do.
"I feel like I'm in Minor Threat."-- Dave, on drinking a coke in a pub.
There were a lot of quotes. lots of "bloody hell, didn't expect to see you." After a while we moved to the Potter's Wheel where Keiran ordered many pitchers of a green cocktail made with Monster. Yeah. I had one. fuck you, jetlag. So the night carried on and after a trip to Vice we finished off at Mozarts where Adam's brother was amused/annoyed at us, but he was getting paid to be there.
Also: Swansea punks still love their John Reis/Rick Folberg. This makes me happy.
Yesterday I secured my costume. Wandered the downtown with Keiran. A few places have painted their walls. There's an H & M now. The giant BBC Screen in Castle Square still broadcasts nothingness to no one.
Did my reading at The Crunch. Adam has really gotten into his role as a host, and Wood and Becky's help in organizing is evident. Got to see a lot of people and readers I hadn't in a couple years.
Felt fairly jetgovered, but powered through. The set looked like this:
A Brief Thanks for the Diners
You, In Your Heyday
Paintings of Famous Satanists
Zombies and Paint Thinner
When Saying Mean Things About Strangers
Extra Wide Bathtubs
Rules for Riding the King County Metro
Ambition is Critical
basically, overwhelmed by love and support. mainly new stuff, which I'm feeling more and more confident in both as text and performance.
soon I'll be standing by Keiran's side at possibly the casualest wedding ever, best man dressed as a mad scientist from a cartoon we watched so many hours of.