Dan walks into Accounting class this morning. Oh yeah! I saw Dan Thursday night. I wonder what he thought of the shit disturbing behaviour? Later, in the hallway, he asks "How were you feelin' Friday?" I said, "Well, since I barely remember parts of Thursday night, I wasn't feeling too good Friday."
I'm sure you've heard by now what happened, and I don't wish to spell out my version. If you haven't heard it, what are you doing here? It's all over the internet.
Friday, as I mentioned, I was going to go to the Marquee. I haven't seen the Heavy Blinkers in years, so that would have been nice. I saw them ages ago, but I was on acid. Big mistake. I ended up sitting in the back of the Marquee, with my knees pulled up to my chin, rocking back and forth. It's not that they're bad, it's just that the keyboards combined with the acid trip made me feel like I was at a circus. That must've been 5 or 6 years ago now.
The Tragedies are my pals. I've only seen them play twice, and was significantly loaded, so I don't wish to say anything good or bad about them. I met some of the guys a couple years ago when the Mos Huntslers, Made in the World, and the Briefs (cough) played together in Mahone Bay. It was my birthday. I think I was turning 23. We drank at the place that we ate, and the girls shared some Jagermeister and/or Jameson's with me in the playground before and during the show. Later that night, the girls went somewhere, and I slept on a beach with Made and the Huntslers. I've now been JCS and Patt Mollard's neighbour for a year and a half. I met Jon when we became neighbours. We push each other, swear at each other, spy on each other, and root through each other's garbage.
I didn't go to either show. Nor did I go to the Clay Cafe, nor the Burdocks' unplugged show at the Idiot. I stayed home and snuggled. I watched 21 Grams (meh), and Office Space. I can't fucking believe I've waited 5 years to watch Office Space. Now, I own it.
Saturday, I slept in while KC worked. Then we met at Cafe Vienna for some food. He had breakfast, I had a yummy-bummy tuna pita. Not as good as the tuna melt, but I didn't feel like the melt on that day. Bumped into some folks, and that's when Mike Bigelow told me Friday was his "my Thursday." I guess some folks were right loaded at the 'Docks show and someone stole a giant ball and kicked it up the street on the way home.
I spent most of the evening waiting 'till it was time to go to the Burlesque show. I'm very glad I finally checked out one of those shows. It was so fun. Most of the acts were great, and as for the ones that weren't, they were still good and you could still see where they deserved an A for effort. J Melanson was in fine form. What a great host. Erik did good as his sidekick, but J had me snort-laughing. My goodness. "I wasn't ready to come out yet!!!" And he trips onto the stage with his pants around his ankles and sparkly red panties and a purple bra. I always thought purple and red were one of those no-no combinations.
We had to smoke outside. That is where Mark Black showed me his Michael Jackson trading cards. He was nice enough to share that 20 year old gum. Thing is, I remember that gum having the exact same taste and texture 20 years ago. So, I think it's supposed to be like that. EWWW.
I left the Burlesque show early. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get to see the rest of the acts, but I am not disappointed that I made it to the Seahorse when I did. C'mon played second, so I got there just about on time. A little early, but at least I got to see a little max r'n'r. I was enthralled by C'mon. Maybe they weren't that good, but they certainly weren't bad. I usually have a difficult time forming an opinion on something the first time I see/hear it. But I was in such a good mood, and made my way right up front. That chick was inspiring. She kept snapping her hair at the people up front and looking you right in the face. Ian Blurton kept playing in people's faces. I took the opportunity to lick AT his guitar. I didn't actually lick it for two reasons. 1) outta respect 2) I don't know where that's been. After they played, the drummer bummed a smoke from me and recognized KC and I from a drunken night at the Marquee. We were chatting with him and other folks back stage after Blurtonia played. Later, well after hours, one of Victor's friends was trying to pick me up, and I took the opportunity to get another beer. Victor kicked us out upon lighting a cigarette. Who cares that we were smoking all night, it was after-hours and he sets the rules.
C'mon collectively said goodbye to us as we left, and we told them how awesome we thought the show was.
Sunday was spent tidying up a bit, relaxing a bit, and keeping up with the shit storm that I was apparently a part of, but the anger wasn't directed at me. I'm not a homophobe.
Monday was all about the love.
I'm sure you've heard by now what happened, and I don't wish to spell out my version. If you haven't heard it, what are you doing here? It's all over the internet.
Friday, as I mentioned, I was going to go to the Marquee. I haven't seen the Heavy Blinkers in years, so that would have been nice. I saw them ages ago, but I was on acid. Big mistake. I ended up sitting in the back of the Marquee, with my knees pulled up to my chin, rocking back and forth. It's not that they're bad, it's just that the keyboards combined with the acid trip made me feel like I was at a circus. That must've been 5 or 6 years ago now.
The Tragedies are my pals. I've only seen them play twice, and was significantly loaded, so I don't wish to say anything good or bad about them. I met some of the guys a couple years ago when the Mos Huntslers, Made in the World, and the Briefs (cough) played together in Mahone Bay. It was my birthday. I think I was turning 23. We drank at the place that we ate, and the girls shared some Jagermeister and/or Jameson's with me in the playground before and during the show. Later that night, the girls went somewhere, and I slept on a beach with Made and the Huntslers. I've now been JCS and Patt Mollard's neighbour for a year and a half. I met Jon when we became neighbours. We push each other, swear at each other, spy on each other, and root through each other's garbage.
I didn't go to either show. Nor did I go to the Clay Cafe, nor the Burdocks' unplugged show at the Idiot. I stayed home and snuggled. I watched 21 Grams (meh), and Office Space. I can't fucking believe I've waited 5 years to watch Office Space. Now, I own it.
Saturday, I slept in while KC worked. Then we met at Cafe Vienna for some food. He had breakfast, I had a yummy-bummy tuna pita. Not as good as the tuna melt, but I didn't feel like the melt on that day. Bumped into some folks, and that's when Mike Bigelow told me Friday was his "my Thursday." I guess some folks were right loaded at the 'Docks show and someone stole a giant ball and kicked it up the street on the way home.
I spent most of the evening waiting 'till it was time to go to the Burlesque show. I'm very glad I finally checked out one of those shows. It was so fun. Most of the acts were great, and as for the ones that weren't, they were still good and you could still see where they deserved an A for effort. J Melanson was in fine form. What a great host. Erik did good as his sidekick, but J had me snort-laughing. My goodness. "I wasn't ready to come out yet!!!" And he trips onto the stage with his pants around his ankles and sparkly red panties and a purple bra. I always thought purple and red were one of those no-no combinations.
We had to smoke outside. That is where Mark Black showed me his Michael Jackson trading cards. He was nice enough to share that 20 year old gum. Thing is, I remember that gum having the exact same taste and texture 20 years ago. So, I think it's supposed to be like that. EWWW.
I left the Burlesque show early. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get to see the rest of the acts, but I am not disappointed that I made it to the Seahorse when I did. C'mon played second, so I got there just about on time. A little early, but at least I got to see a little max r'n'r. I was enthralled by C'mon. Maybe they weren't that good, but they certainly weren't bad. I usually have a difficult time forming an opinion on something the first time I see/hear it. But I was in such a good mood, and made my way right up front. That chick was inspiring. She kept snapping her hair at the people up front and looking you right in the face. Ian Blurton kept playing in people's faces. I took the opportunity to lick AT his guitar. I didn't actually lick it for two reasons. 1) outta respect 2) I don't know where that's been. After they played, the drummer bummed a smoke from me and recognized KC and I from a drunken night at the Marquee. We were chatting with him and other folks back stage after Blurtonia played. Later, well after hours, one of Victor's friends was trying to pick me up, and I took the opportunity to get another beer. Victor kicked us out upon lighting a cigarette. Who cares that we were smoking all night, it was after-hours and he sets the rules.
C'mon collectively said goodbye to us as we left, and we told them how awesome we thought the show was.
Sunday was spent tidying up a bit, relaxing a bit, and keeping up with the shit storm that I was apparently a part of, but the anger wasn't directed at me. I'm not a homophobe.
Monday was all about the love.
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