Story time! Long post; I just had to vent this shit. Feel free to skip, as nothing's of consequence.
The tale of a ruined weekend:
Friday, we had our first gig since September 13th, so I was excited. And it was our first gig in the hometown of Pittsburgh since 8/19/2007. And it was with our drummer's bro's band, Circle of Dead Children. Apparently they're a really well-known grind band, and it was their first hometown show in 3 years.
I just got a job this week, and so I had to wake up early and stop partying whenever I wanted. The weekend is now valuable, which made a Friday night gig all the sweeter. So we rehearsed, went to the club, and watched the first band (not a bad band). We set up (my amp's still in LA, so I used a buddy's Peavey JSX, which sounded AWESOME). We played well, the club was packed, and the crowd was great. There's a song on YouTube somewhere - I was acting really corny, so it's comical. Then we left to pick up a friend, and I came back to catch the rest of CODC's set. I don't like grind, but whatever.
Last song (and they're a grind band, so that's a minute, tops)... big mosh pit, no big deal - I'm right up front by the stage watching their crazy new drummer. Someone runs into the back of me and I fall forward onto the stage - right onto a broken beer bottle. Long story short, I had a ton of cuts and scratches, including a pretty deep one on my right ring finger just above where it meets the hand. Instead of partying at my bass player's new apartment and sleeping in all day as planned, we spent most of the night hanging out at the emergency room while I got five stitches. Now the weekend's wasted, and I have to figure out how to do a lot of crap left-handed for a few days. Weak.
/ranting