they were the main reason why i wanted to, one of my favorite bands, and great when the play live. i cried myself to sleep when i new i wasn't going to go
I was ok Monday because the full extent of illness and soreness hadn't kicked in. Tuesday however... I could barely talk and I sounded like a bro dude when I did, I coughed up shit for 30 when I woke up (the fun, coated in yellow and green shit with blood mixed in) and I ran a fever for a while. On Wednesday, I realized I had pneumonia and also made the mistake of talking to much and with my throat all fucked up as it was, I coughed up blood. My asthma also caught up to me on Tuesday.
edit: I forgot to mention, it was totally worth it
Yeah I called in on Tuesday when I got back. I am still a bit stuffy, but I been nursing it pretty good. Fever is gone, but the shit is still lingering in my chest.
Yeah, I hope there's another decent show somewhere along the east coast that a bunch of us can get together for. A year is too fucking long to wait for the next UMF party.