Thursday night, theme song: Temptation
Children's Place
Ok, I needed a pair of white shorts because the ones I currently own have a nasty habit of allowing the lower portion of my gluteous to pop out and say hi. Shopping can be both a joy and a chore since finding things in my size is a bit tricky. Generally the smalls are too damned big and when I do find something that has the right waist size, my booty doesn’t cooperate. So I went to Children’s Place (shut up, just shut up, shut up). I’m browsing around, trying for all the world to act like I’m picking them out for my kid when I run into a girl I knew back in junior high. I tried to do the whole pretend-I-don’t-recognize-her thing but unfortunately for me, my face hasn’t changed since I was a child. So she ran up on me and we exchanged that uncomfortably pointless small talk that people make when they don’t really have anything to say to each other. Eventually she realized that the shorts I was holding was for me and she began to make fun of me. She was having a grand old time riding me about being so tiny and ended with the statement “Girl you really need to gain some weight.”
Ready?
“Why? You’ve gained enough for both of us.”
She picked up her fat face and walked away.
Me Talk Pretty - and they do.
I got home and headed straight for the bed. For some reason I could only sleep in twenty minute spurts and the coup de grace was the crash bang boom of thunder rioting outside of my window. Damn. There went my grandoise plans for those white shorts. drAmA, the impatient fugger that he is, kept interuppting the on my mark, get dressed go, with phone calls insisting that I hurry the hell up. Good thing NL didn’t have the phone. Sheesh. I finally head out the door and still manage to beat him to the meeting spot. We get to Snitch mid-rainstorm and the gang’s all there. After listening to The Peanutbutter Band (I shit you not – but their guitar riffs are sick!), Me Talk Pretty took the stage. I was skeptical at first because they prepped by lighting about a zillion tea candles and placing them onstage but then Julia opened that mouth of hers and I was floored. She’s got this haunting ethereal thing going that knocked my socks off (and I wasn’t wearing any). Ya gotta check them out Me Talk Pretty. And when the set was over, the gushing and raving complete, the mailinglist signed and another Absolute Cintron in hand it was time for Pillow Theory… or so we thought.
The case of the runaway drummer
There was a problem with the amp so Kelsey made a Hail Mary call and was able to borrow an amp from a fellow musician. Drummin Chuck was off with Devola (damn we miss Chuck) and while Kels was taking care of the amp situation, the replacement drummer realized that he forgot his snares. Wait a friggin minute. You’re a drummer and you forgot your snares? Who does that and why? That’s like being a model and forgetting your face. To make matters worse instead of telling someone and trying to figure something out, dude broke out like a rash. I shit you not. Now you see him, now you don’t. Pissed was not even the word I would use to describe everyone at this point. So no Pillow Theory and that, my friends, sucked all KINDS of ass.
$15 of who's dollars?
No point in staying at Snitch on a rainy Thursday so we hopped a yellow to Little West 12th to meet Bee at Cielo’s for broken beat and dancing. We pull up out front and I gingerly mince across the cobblestones to the awning. It’s after 2 in the morning and doorboy says “It’s a $15 cover.” I say “Taxi.” Ok, not to be cheap but I can’t pay $15 when there’s little over an hour or so left to a party that does not have any special performances, guests or hosts. I can shake my ass for free. Option? Ubitquity where I ran into…
Beautiful Human (tee hee!!)
Not much to say besides he’s one of my very mostest favoritest people and a VERY talented photographer…
Mandatory Makeout request - wow
You ever have a woman tell you very seriously that they fully intend on making out with you before the night is over so you need to make it happen? I did. It’s AWESOME! Too bad I didn’t get to make out with her but the level of insistance was most gratifying. Thanks.
Short ride home, pit stop at Mc Donald’s (this is getting to be a sad trend), shedding the wearables and knocking right out. No drunk dial although I was the victim of one… “I’m out and I’m tooooooooooooooooore down. Bye.” Ahahahaha Johnnie Gorgeous is it now? You’re hilarious.
Friday, theme song: Tout Moun Dance
My boy Haz is performing his sick rhymes at the Blue Note and I really don’t have much else buzzing in the back of my head. I think I’ll repeat the shoes from last night because as the word of the month describes them, they’re FANTASTIC.
- Hornasaurus Vexed
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