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I like hanging out with Annagray because we’re single but FUCK EVERYONE ELSE and we can go see bad movies and buy scented things at Bath & Body Works if we want to.

• May 25, 2012, 10:09pm

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• wanna go on a proper date?

Well, gosh. How can I say no when you put it like that.

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• May 25, 2012, 3:27am

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I told Alli about the Cursive/Brand New tour and she got really excited.

Our junior high selves are pretty much having heart attacks over this.

We started reminiscing about all the bands we listened to back then (most of which still exist on my iPod, whatever, deal with it): Cursive, Brand New, Eisley, Straylight Run, Taking Back Sunday, Lostprophets, The Envy Corps, Waking Ashland, Zolof the Rock and Roll Destroyer, The Faint, Thursday, Motion City Soundtrack, Jimmy Eat World.

How horrifying.

So naturally, if I’ve finished up at the Janeway by the time this tour is underway, we’re going.

• May 25, 2012, 1:32am

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So, wait. Brand New, Cursive, and An Horse are touring together? In Canada?

I think this calls for another vacation.

• May 23, 2012, 1:40pm

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Shotgunning beer at an Italian farmhouse bar.

Not hard to tell we’re a bunch of Canadians.

With the exception of falling terribly ill, everything about this trip has been pretty much perfect. We reunited with the old crew, met some new people. I still think we found the best people this town has to offer. And not just because they’re basically famous.

The first night, with Phil waiting at the Caffe al Teatro for us. The easy routine we settled back into, different from last year but less frantic. Family dinner at Phil’s apartment, seven pizzas between the seven of us, listening to some Toronto radio station. Going to MOOD with everyone, being able to be like “oh, I’ll be back in a second, I see someone over there I have to talk to.” Lipstick, rainstorm, dubstep party that left me bruised. Punning with Kieran. Breakfast pizza. Livorno with Nicole, slumming it in our hotel and the internet cafes. Drinking free coffee the head of security at The Cage made for us. Standing front and centre for Velvet Score and Cursive. Chatting with Tim Kasher, and gosh, he’s cuter in real life than I  expected, and I hope I don’t look as crazy as I feel right now. Matt Maginn inviting us to the Varese show, names on the door. And last night, driving to the club in the hills, a goodbye party for someone I’ve never met. We jammed in what looked like a shed, wandered in the woods, ate supper with the gang around one of the long tables inside. Nando did impressions of us, we all hugged and drank a lot of wine, Kieran and I took a series of fuckyou pictures reminiscent of last year when I hardly knew him but couldn’t stay away.

And tonight’s the last night.

The pounding rain is making me regret not buying gifts for everyone already, because knows I’m not going to want to go out in that.

Everyone’s coming to the convento tonight for one last hurrah, just like last year. And if it really is just like last year, they’re going to be here until we leave, carrying our bags out to the car and singing the national anthem as the night swallows us up.

It always fucking hurts to leave them.

• May 21, 2012, 9:14am

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Hey, remember that time that I talked to Tim Kasher and Matt Maginn? In Italy?

Because I sure do.

• May 19, 2012, 10:03pm

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I live to see another day.

Maybe it’s all the Advil and juice.

I was feeling a bit sick, no big deal, nothing a handful of drugs and raspberries and a bit of a lie-in can’t fix.

Or so I thought.

Marr and I got back from lunch, sat around waiting for everyone to come back from the wine tour, facebook rampage. I was looking forward to another Thursday in Conegliano - who knows where we’ll end up - but suddenly my body temperature just dropped and I could barely make it to my room, I was shivering so much. Bundled up in two sweaters, cocooned in blankets, Maria found me still shaking maybe an hour later. She gave me more blankets and I shivered myself to sleep.

I woke up early-ish, maybe around 11:30, thought about heading down to the piazza to see if anyone was still around, but I decided I’d be better off sitting in the living room with Stef and Theresa, sarcasm, trash talk, cats. 

I refuse to be sick tomorrow.

Tim Kasher, here I come.

• May 17, 2012, 8:50pm

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