a long time ago (in this galaxy) i wrote about the time my sister took me to see the damned for my birthday. i have also written about ex boyfriend chris several times (since we went to england together in a kind of horrible comedy of errors). i think it's time to tell you the story of how these two things are related.
i guess i should start with the night i saw hugh cornwell the third time, where i saw a guy in the crowd who looked eerily familiar but i couldn't place him. i stared at him for a while until i felt creepy but could never figure out why i knew who he was.
then a month or two later, i was at work at the record store and this guy walks in and i almost shouted "HOLY SHIT I KNOW THAT GUY" but instead i whisper-shouted it. it was that guy from the hugh cornwell show! i figured i must have seen him in the store before and that's why he looked familiar that night. when he came up to the counter i asked him if he was at the show, just to be sure, and he said yes. so i said i remembered seeing him there and i could tell he had no idea who i was, which is good because that means he didn't remember me staring at him like a creep.
he said how he and his friend ended up at that show only because the damned show in new york was sold out that night. and i said well holy shit, i saw the damned the night after the hugh cornwell show in dc! and he was like no way, how was it? so i told him about how amazing it was, probably making him feel bad for missing that tour but whatever. which led to us talking about the times we had seen the damned and we realized we were both at the same one in 2009 which is the one i wrote about before. then he said something funny: "i was there with my girlfriend at the time and we were both really drunk and making a scene. we really pissed off the people in front of us..."
i didn't write about this back then because i didn't see any point when talking about the show. but when he said that, i remembered the assholes behind my sister and i at the show and realized we were standing in front of this guy and his ex girlfriend. they were the most annoying people at a show that i've ever encountered, still, to this day. they were just shouting the whole time, complete nonsense; even the guys in the band seemed embarrassed. finally my sister turned around and told them to shut the fuck up because she's a total badass. but there is no reasoning with drunk people and they both just screamed at her that she didn't know anything about punk and i specifically remember him shouting about how he had seen the damned so many times and tried to make her feel bad for not being as "dedicated" or something. and she was like "YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SEEING THEM AND YOU'RE RUINING IT FOR ME" and i think i held her back from throwing a punch. i didn't want her to get kicked out. she would have missed "smash it up" which would have been a sin.
so yeah. i dated that.
he still doesn't know that we're the girls they pissed off that night. i never could bring myself to tell him.
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