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hey guys - this is my blog from myspace.  i'm peeved and wanted to share :/

Where to start, where to start ...

Well, it began as a glorious weekend, this weekend did.  I got some laundry done on Friday (wonder of wonders).  That night was an AWESOME SHOW at Liquid Lounge - my faves the Valentines (btw, there will be a spinoff post related to that later.)  Anyway, so all night at work on Friday was like a party - not only are the Valentines one of my favorite bands, but their crowd is probably one of the best in Dallas - all the cool kids are there (so of course they are all my friends  )  I'm rambling.  The point is, Friday was cool.  But of course there was an after party, and Anna brought Howard (the cutest puppy ever.) 

Saturday was awesome - I did nothing worthwhile AT ALL!  I played Splinter Cell all day, and must say I'm quite proud of how far I advanced!  Johnny Lloyd Rollins and his band attempted to convince me to call in sick to work.  I've never seen them play altogether I really wanted to go out - ohh I was tempted, but I've never called in sick yet (without being sick) and so I couldn't do that.  damn work ethic! 

enter the (dun dun DUN) terrible sound of impending doom.

I got to work and handed Steve my Ben Kweller cd to play in between sets - as we discussed the wonder of that little Jewish boy with a big piano, Rhonda came up and said "uh, you know tonight is metal, right?"

WHAT!?!

ok, i should have called out sick.

Band #1) - had a singer that sang in his angry metal way - while smiling.  It was really weird and creepy.  In addition to this, while there were three young members of the band, there was one older guy - not really old - just probably in his very late thirties.  He had a wireless kit, so he enthusiastically walked around the Liquid Lounge - no, wait - rocked around the Liquid Lounge - needless to say, this guy really rocked.  He had the long hair - he was probably wearing an old iron maiden shirt - I believe that he had been dreaming about this band for about 18 years.  He was lucky enough to have the opportunity to make his dream happen, when the neighborhood kids that he bought beer for decided to form a band.  They probably figured the the 38 yr old guy that lived in the apartment over his mom's garage was harmless, and anyway, every time they go smoke pot over there, he tells them tales of rock, the way it used to be.  It's cool, because he doesn't really live in his mom's house.  He says it's his own place.  Plus he has a kickin' comic book collection.

Band #2) I don't even remember.  Ooh oh wait, yes I do.  This band had an enthusiastic manager who had been really persistent in asking for a show.  We finally get them in there - and they brought two people in the club.  Two people.  Too bad their enthusiastic manager wasn't as persistent in marketing (or getting them to market) their shows for them!  Not only did I have to sit through their instrumental hard rock (although maybe that was a blessing - no growling) but there was apparently no one else who wanted to sit through it either.  I asked the band if they had marketed this show, and they said "well, no, we were out of town." 

oh.

right.

sorry - did you have a nice time?

Band #3) Sounded like a bad cd skipping.  Another person commented that it made them feel like they were "on acid."  There wasn't even a consistent beat.  I have no idea what was going on with that.  I really don't ... The band was nice though.

Band #4)O     M     G.

If the long curly eighties style ROCKING hair wasn't a clue - if I couldn't tell by the sleeveless shirts, or the big exposed Buddha belly of the lead singer - if it wasn't apparent when they started talking about how they're addicted to jaeger - i knew this band wasn't for me when they announced that this show "is for all you whiskey-drinkin, pot-smokin, women-chokin mother fuckers!!" 

um

what!?  women choking?!  wtf?  and there were people cheering this on!?  yes!  they were!  women included!  I was then treated to a song about choking women, dedicated to the choked women themselves. 

I was particularly impressed by the strangely sexual behaviour from the 50 yr old long-haired singer with the open shirt.  Confidence from a half-naked man that large is impressive.  He also was considerate enough to let us know he was going commando.  I bet that gave more than a few ladies a thrill.  Everyone reacts to stuff like that differently.  Me, personally?  I threw up a little bit in my mouth.

The entire set was just $%@!ing rock n roll to the max.  The singer asked for bud to be brought to the stage - he's so rock n roll, he just poured it all over himself!  wow!  He did not forget about pot either - no, can't forget that key ingredient in a rock and @$%!ing roll band!  no you can not!  Yeah!  getting drunk and stoned!  $%@! yeah! 

and, and and and - he was kind enough to recommend a bail bondsmen - one that the band uses alot - because the long arm of the law might reach you when you're driving home all drunk and stoned from the show!  he is totally prepared!  (wait - it's not that rock n roll to be prepared.... oh - but it IS rock n roll to have your own personal bondsman!  $#@! yeah! let's do jaeger shots!)

don't forget - he didn't let me - that this rockin show was all for the benefit of the whiskey-drinkin, pot-smokin, women-chokin mother fuckers!  yesss!! 

Well, that was Saturday night.

Sunday, sunday was going to be better.  It was time for Heather!  She was getting me a pedi for my birthday!  woot! 

So, we get together - Heather makes me brunch (cuz she's cool like that)  (oh but wait, she's not rock n roll.  there was no pot in the omelette.  )

We go, we get our pedis, we come out, all ready to go to a photo shoot - we're famous photogs now, didn't you know? - and my car is totally smashed!  the back of it is anyway - on the drivers side.  Some kind person thoughtfully scraped off the bird poop on that side.  I had been meaning to go to the car wash, you know, but you just never really have time for those sort of things.  Unfortunately, this person also smashed my car to the point that I couldn't drive it, and the car itself was digging into the tire.  The back door wasn't all the way shut.  Well, it's completely understandable that this good Samaritan, this poor soul would freak out and drive away without leaving a note or stepping into the business that my car was in front of.  I mean really, who owns up to their actions anymore?  We don't live in Mayberry.  Andy Griffith isn't going to make you feel guilty about it, and show you that ultimately doing the right thing will be best for everyone.  Aunt Bea isn't going to tell you no dessert until you confess.  It's cool.  You can just do what you want and it's not a problem.  So of course this person was completely justified in costing me my deductible and however long I'll have to get a rental car - and also the four hours it took yesterday and the missed work.  They had no way of knowing that I've got $0.14 in my account.  It's not their fault. 

*edited to add - FUCK fuck fuck fuck

i just came out of the room to find my digital camera sitting in my cats water bowl.  They probably dragged it there because of the stupid wrist band.  It's completely ruined.  FUCK.