Ha Ha, Oh My God! What a great start to the day! I'm still laughing. Hayes posted it on his messageboard. Who let the dogs out?
It's been an interesting week filled with going out. Tuesday, was another Dean Malenko's jamboree. It was sad. If the turnout continues to be that bad, I can't see it lasting too much longer. Only 1 band showed up to play, but others were formed there. The stage banter from the Deans was hilarious in light of the situation. I didn't play on staying long, and didn't. I had a beer, and a couple screwdrivers and then it was off to home.
Wednesday was Ca$h Cow at Reflections. It was their first and last bar show. This guy Jon Bruhm had written all the songs over the last 7 years. I guess it was the first band Christian played drums for, back in the day, so he was on them again that night. The band also featured Mike, from Contrived, and some other guy. I had a decent time, but most of the week I've felt off to the sidelines. After writing my entry about beer and hockey, I was very pleased to learn that Boston kicked ass Wednesday night. I met a girl I only know online, in the bathroom at 'flections, and then we slow danced to Folds of Policy. Just as we were finishing our 'last' beer, Alfred got up to leave. Hey, wait for us, we'll walk with you. He was going up to the Thirsty Duck. We got there when the bands were done and drank in the smoking room with Goose and some KNA guys. We also spit on the Second Cup about 30 times on our way up to the Duck. The walk home was fun. Spitting on every shop window we could, especially that place that's where Mahons used to be. Fuck, I miss Mahons. Next thing I know, we're on South Park Street, and KC and Alf are rolling on the ground kicking and swinging. It soon progressed to humping. My last hork expulsion landed on the NSCC sign. It was still there when I went to class on Thursday.
I don't feel like getting into Thursday, because I could have made the best out of it, and didn't. I was pissed. It's hard when the anger takes me over; it's all I can think about. Although, there were good things on Thursday. I had Dharma sushi for the first time and KC made an absolutely hilarious card for Lavender's birthday. I wish I could put it up here for you, but I don't know how, and it wouldn't be appropriate. A lucky few of you have been emailed.
Last night I was in a bad mood and didn't do much. I should've just tried to enjoy my time with my sweetie, but I had all this pent up energy. I just wanted to lose it and wreak havoc, but didn't. I hate holidays. Oh well.
Tonight will be good. Back to the tried and true Seahorse for Slitch's CD release.
And for those of you that don't get the Coast, either by location or choice, last week's incident got some "real" press. Hurt your eyes.
It's been an interesting week filled with going out. Tuesday, was another Dean Malenko's jamboree. It was sad. If the turnout continues to be that bad, I can't see it lasting too much longer. Only 1 band showed up to play, but others were formed there. The stage banter from the Deans was hilarious in light of the situation. I didn't play on staying long, and didn't. I had a beer, and a couple screwdrivers and then it was off to home.
Wednesday was Ca$h Cow at Reflections. It was their first and last bar show. This guy Jon Bruhm had written all the songs over the last 7 years. I guess it was the first band Christian played drums for, back in the day, so he was on them again that night. The band also featured Mike, from Contrived, and some other guy. I had a decent time, but most of the week I've felt off to the sidelines. After writing my entry about beer and hockey, I was very pleased to learn that Boston kicked ass Wednesday night. I met a girl I only know online, in the bathroom at 'flections, and then we slow danced to Folds of Policy. Just as we were finishing our 'last' beer, Alfred got up to leave. Hey, wait for us, we'll walk with you. He was going up to the Thirsty Duck. We got there when the bands were done and drank in the smoking room with Goose and some KNA guys. We also spit on the Second Cup about 30 times on our way up to the Duck. The walk home was fun. Spitting on every shop window we could, especially that place that's where Mahons used to be. Fuck, I miss Mahons. Next thing I know, we're on South Park Street, and KC and Alf are rolling on the ground kicking and swinging. It soon progressed to humping. My last hork expulsion landed on the NSCC sign. It was still there when I went to class on Thursday.
I don't feel like getting into Thursday, because I could have made the best out of it, and didn't. I was pissed. It's hard when the anger takes me over; it's all I can think about. Although, there were good things on Thursday. I had Dharma sushi for the first time and KC made an absolutely hilarious card for Lavender's birthday. I wish I could put it up here for you, but I don't know how, and it wouldn't be appropriate. A lucky few of you have been emailed.
Last night I was in a bad mood and didn't do much. I should've just tried to enjoy my time with my sweetie, but I had all this pent up energy. I just wanted to lose it and wreak havoc, but didn't. I hate holidays. Oh well.
Tonight will be good. Back to the tried and true Seahorse for Slitch's CD release.
And for those of you that don't get the Coast, either by location or choice, last week's incident got some "real" press. Hurt your eyes.
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