So this technically happened yesterday, but I did not have computer access, but I finally got to play Soma San Diego. For those of you not familiar, Soma is the metal venue for San Diego county. I lived up the street for it throughout all of high school, and spent many weekends and untold amounts of money there with my best friends, moshing to my favorite bands of the time. It's one of the big things that expired me to become a musician, so being able to play there, especially when my band isn't even a year old yet, is a dream come true. The venue didn't charge us for tickets we didn't sell like most do, they had stage hands to help us get our gear on and off stage, and some of my best friends (As well as parents, grandmother, and first guitar teacher) were in the audience. And, after the show, this one guy that was up against the front rail the whole time pulled me aside to tell me what a great player I am and ask for pointers to get better. It was weird but incredibly flattering. To top it off, the room was filled with people, and they all loved our music. Last night was easily the best show I've ever played. I can die happy now.
ETA for today things: In an attempt to be more outwardly appreciative and affectionate towards my friends, I wrote three of them letters. One of them was sent to Texas, since I can't exactly get there myself, while I hand delivered the other two tonight, along with a rose for each (all three of them are women, if that wasn't obvious). I don't mean anything by the timing, but let's be honest, flowers are easy to get right now. Also, something in my head was insisting that this was the only rational response to... I still don't really know what made me do this, but the reactions thus far have been well worth it.