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djpsycheI feel compelled, nay COMPELLED, to post a Whitby write-up, though I highly doubt anyone cares.
Not such a great one for me... The bad luck started in Leeds, when the second leg of our bus journey turned out to be a northern rural version of the Route 4 bus. The route was even more scenic than planned because the A road was closed, so we took an extra hour and a half diversion through beautiful downtown Malton and Howards Castle, where the roads are not wide enough for a bus and a lorry going in opposite directions… but had to bloody well become so for a few hours at least. We arrived at 7pm, checked into our B&B (which was about 500 feet from the Spa, yay!), and were STARVING so we foraged some food from the nearest pub – which as it turned out was the best thing we’d eat all weekend. I couldn’t remember whether Screaming Banshee Aircrew were on at 8 or 8:30 though, so I texted all staff members I could think of. And of course, they were on at 8. No time to change, I threw on some makeup and we dashed 500 feet to the Spa where we hurriedly traded our tickets and cat food for wristbands that Bob and Louise had ready like relay batons, and caught most of their set. Alas the sound was crap and they forgot half the lyrics... not their best performance ever... but at least we made it!
Then we went to the B&B and got ready...
Saw Voltaire, who I’m glad to say went over well. Skipped Gene Loves Jezebel. Left a bit early to go back to the B&B, which really couldn’t have been better located for changing purposes. Went to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
djsynne, jimthegoth and purplestuart’s cottage and hung out with jillyfishie, juliaghoulia and coreygorey, dreddbob and alabastamasta, Tom, and notably NOT purplestuart. Left when we couldn’t take listening to Garbage anymore.
Rest of the weekend was a bit quiet... Oscar’s not horribly social (har, understatements anyone?) and we didn’t have much money for shopping, so we pretty much let the bizarre sleep schedule screw up the remainder of the weekend. Despite many warnings that we should get to the Spa early Saturday night because they’d oversold, we just couldn’t be arsed to rush and get down to the bright crowded Spa for several more hours than we really felt like being there. So we got beautiful, and I left Oscar finishing his makeup while I checked out the situation. Not good. Forty-five minute queue or refund… well by the time we waited, we’d miss In The Nursery anyway, so we decided to get our money back and go to the alternative thingy at the Metropole. Which was actually a much nicer venue with really good music, and we got fairly drunk on the vodka we’d brought to avoid the Spa queues and had a bit of a dance, pity hardly anyone we knew (except Beric and Liz) was there. Stopped by the Spa on the way back to our really well located B&B, then headed back to Jim and Stuart’s with most of the previous night’s suspects, plus Little Laura and Voltaire, minus Rob and Sally, and with extra added non-Garbage on the stereo. It was a bit strange hanging out with the Brides and Voltaire in... Whitby, but there’s the Small World of Goth for you. I think that was the most enjoyable bit of the weekend. Would have been much better withcarolinevain and unprefixedabbie, but eh, put another tick in the bummer column.
Got back to the B&B around dawn, slept for two hours, and then was rudely awakened by the smell of burning pig accompanied by a herd of elephants running down the stairs. Drifted back to sleep after this, and was even more rudely awakened by the cleaning crew not only cleaning and hoovering but SHOUTING LOUDLY TO EACH OTHER ACROSS THE BUILDING while doing this. OK, I know it’s morning, but while some of your guests are still sleeping you could TRY not to intentionally make the maximum noise possible! Got up around noon and had a wee snack, then Oscar (who’d been dead to the world this whole time) went back to sleep. I attempted to do so as well, but by 2:00 I was starvin Marvin. Had (the last of the) smoked salmon and fake eggs at the Java café, took Oscar up to the Abbey and was far too zonked to wait in yet another queue, this time for the ‘80s night, which I would have been tempted to skip except we’d already had one night where our friends weren’t. Thankfully Oscar was kind enough to leave me resting and wait in the queue for me, so that I could enjoy (!?) the best and worst of the ‘80s, drink marginally more beer than I ended up wearing, achieve the world record in getting my request played, Chat Chat Chat and have rather a fun evening in the end. Ended with the traditional Bits & Pizzas.
So a bit of a letdown in general... however, when I woke up on Monday in bed with the hottest guy in all of Whitby, I realised the weekend can’t have been ALL bad!
:)
Roll on Leipzig 2006! >:)
Not such a great one for me... The bad luck started in Leeds, when the second leg of our bus journey turned out to be a northern rural version of the Route 4 bus. The route was even more scenic than planned because the A road was closed, so we took an extra hour and a half diversion through beautiful downtown Malton and Howards Castle, where the roads are not wide enough for a bus and a lorry going in opposite directions… but had to bloody well become so for a few hours at least. We arrived at 7pm, checked into our B&B (which was about 500 feet from the Spa, yay!), and were STARVING so we foraged some food from the nearest pub – which as it turned out was the best thing we’d eat all weekend. I couldn’t remember whether Screaming Banshee Aircrew were on at 8 or 8:30 though, so I texted all staff members I could think of. And of course, they were on at 8. No time to change, I threw on some makeup and we dashed 500 feet to the Spa where we hurriedly traded our tickets and cat food for wristbands that Bob and Louise had ready like relay batons, and caught most of their set. Alas the sound was crap and they forgot half the lyrics... not their best performance ever... but at least we made it!
Then we went to the B&B and got ready...
Saw Voltaire, who I’m glad to say went over well. Skipped Gene Loves Jezebel. Left a bit early to go back to the B&B, which really couldn’t have been better located for changing purposes. Went to
djsynne, jimthegoth and purplestuart’s cottage and hung out with jillyfishie, juliaghoulia and coreygorey, dreddbob and alabastamasta, Tom, and notably NOT purplestuart. Left when we couldn’t take listening to Garbage anymore.Rest of the weekend was a bit quiet... Oscar’s not horribly social (har, understatements anyone?) and we didn’t have much money for shopping, so we pretty much let the bizarre sleep schedule screw up the remainder of the weekend. Despite many warnings that we should get to the Spa early Saturday night because they’d oversold, we just couldn’t be arsed to rush and get down to the bright crowded Spa for several more hours than we really felt like being there. So we got beautiful, and I left Oscar finishing his makeup while I checked out the situation. Not good. Forty-five minute queue or refund… well by the time we waited, we’d miss In The Nursery anyway, so we decided to get our money back and go to the alternative thingy at the Metropole. Which was actually a much nicer venue with really good music, and we got fairly drunk on the vodka we’d brought to avoid the Spa queues and had a bit of a dance, pity hardly anyone we knew (except Beric and Liz) was there. Stopped by the Spa on the way back to our really well located B&B, then headed back to Jim and Stuart’s with most of the previous night’s suspects, plus Little Laura and Voltaire, minus Rob and Sally, and with extra added non-Garbage on the stereo. It was a bit strange hanging out with the Brides and Voltaire in... Whitby, but there’s the Small World of Goth for you. I think that was the most enjoyable bit of the weekend. Would have been much better with
carolinevain and unprefixedabbie, but eh, put another tick in the bummer column.Got back to the B&B around dawn, slept for two hours, and then was rudely awakened by the smell of burning pig accompanied by a herd of elephants running down the stairs. Drifted back to sleep after this, and was even more rudely awakened by the cleaning crew not only cleaning and hoovering but SHOUTING LOUDLY TO EACH OTHER ACROSS THE BUILDING while doing this. OK, I know it’s morning, but while some of your guests are still sleeping you could TRY not to intentionally make the maximum noise possible! Got up around noon and had a wee snack, then Oscar (who’d been dead to the world this whole time) went back to sleep. I attempted to do so as well, but by 2:00 I was starvin Marvin. Had (the last of the) smoked salmon and fake eggs at the Java café, took Oscar up to the Abbey and was far too zonked to wait in yet another queue, this time for the ‘80s night, which I would have been tempted to skip except we’d already had one night where our friends weren’t. Thankfully Oscar was kind enough to leave me resting and wait in the queue for me, so that I could enjoy (!?) the best and worst of the ‘80s, drink marginally more beer than I ended up wearing, achieve the world record in getting my request played, Chat Chat Chat and have rather a fun evening in the end. Ended with the traditional Bits & Pizzas.
So a bit of a letdown in general... however, when I woke up on Monday in bed with the hottest guy in all of Whitby, I realised the weekend can’t have been ALL bad!
:)
Roll on Leipzig 2006! >:)
