04-30-07
O-Town, oh town…
Coming out of my weekend with a few notable notes of notey-ness. I went Friday night to see New Mexican Disaster Squad, The Draft and Lifetime at the Social. The Draft was great. I love seeing those guys, although Chris Wollard said that we, “the crowd”, were a “bunch of stiff legged turkeys.” I’m not sure what that meant, but I’m kind of worried and I’ve been trying to stretch my legs a lot. The Draft opened for Lifetime and that was rad and cool and stuff. I went into the mosh and it smelled bad and someone punched me in the spine. I haven’t been surrounded by that many hot sweaty young dudes since the really obvious gay joke.
Also of note that evening was; being pulled over for speeding but only, and very very thankfully, getting a warning; hanging with my good pals Sean, Glenn, Julie, Rebekah, and Diane; eating a delectable vegan chili-cheese dog; and having some thimble-dicked jizz-tampon drunk jackass key my car. Three out of four semicolon separated incidents isn’t bad. I kinda wish the keying thing hadn’t happened though. It makes me hate inside. I’m trying not to hate.
The next morning I spent on the roof of my mom’s house cleaning gutters and thinking of a long string of insults to write about the guy that keyed my car. Her neighbor brought over a pressure washer, which was nice, but turned my morning job into an all day job of cleaning the front of the house and my mom’s driveway. It was cool though and I didn’t mind because it was nice out and I owe her a few thousand favors.
The last item on my list was wrapping up my painting. I found the perfect varnish to apply to the lord of darkness (see pic below.) I airbrushed a vignette-type of effect around the edges, signed it, and glopped some of the aforementioned varnish all the heck over it. I think it’s done now. I like varnish. It makes stuff glow and unifies and brightens the colors.
Whitty and I dropped by the pool this weekend as well. That is all. Consider my weekend recapped. Consider yourself robbed of the last four minutes of your life. I’m going to consider something interesting to write about for my next post. I do enjoy rambling on about me me me.
my sixty miligrams of flexiril and five hours at a lesbian wedding (no, it’s not a band) trump your gutter cleaning.
Next time i see you, i’m gonna punch you in the throat for eating the trifecta of ridiculous vegan food:
chili
cheese
hot-dog
You’ve been warned.
I’m sorry about the car and your spine. I’ll let you pet my horse.
05-01-07 » 11:09 am »
I folded capri pants for approximately 5 million hours in Satan’s own outlet mall. I drank too many enviga energy drinks and they gave me insomnia. I felt bad because I had to keep telling women that came into the store that we only went up to a size twelve when the asked what our largest size was. It makes me feel bad to work for a company that doesn’t recognize that people come in a variety of shapes and sizes. But maybe the don’t in Italy. I guess they are all tall and skinny.
But at least I’m tan. And vapid. That was my weekend update.
05-01-07 » 12:01 pm »
BTW- I have access to footage of a certain long haired hippy “moshing” at the Draft/Lifetime show. A good time it was.
05-06-07 » 7:57 pm »