So, that's what having a life is like.
Holy crizap. I WENT OUT!@~#!@!~!#!!
Yep. True story. I was just starting my usual routine of doing nothing when Ian rang me. I think he's been as bored as me this summer, and wondered if I wanted to go to the Imp. And hey, having basically died, socially, I was up for that. I had some money too! Enough to get drunk with, and to enter the room with all the bands in. The whole band room was run by someone I knew anyway, so yeah, maybe she'll pass it around that I'm not dead. Or something.
We got there at about 7-7:10PM, and the bar area wasn't too full. The bands hadn't started so we just sat in there for a while. I felt so rock'n'roll drinking my jack'n'cokes. 8-) Well, I would of ordered more than the pint of Fosters I did but Jack'n'Cokes are cheaper, so I decided to be more economical with my money. Hah. And picked.. err, I can't remember. I think it was "Dreaming of You" by The Coral on the jukebox, too. That's how cool we are.
There was some girl staring at me like crazy. Totally made my self-esteem rise to a place it hasn't been in FUCKING AGES. When Ian went to buy his round I looked at her, and she was looking back. So I was looking around incase there was someone behind me, or if she was just day-dreaming.. or some other reason to explain why she was looking in my direction. After about 40 seconds I looked back up again and she was STILL looking at me. Well, then I felt embarrassed as fuck. I'm too shy, really. I offered a smile and then the bands were about to start!
Oh. And by god, I saw the hottest girl ever. She was playing pool. We spoke for a little bit, but I'm shit as hell when it comes to starting up conversations with people I don't know. Well, all she said was, "Excuse me. Thanks" But that was cool. So hot. And I swear she looked at me a few times. But she did at some others, too, so I guess I can't develop an ego over that.
The bands, yeah. The whole reason we went in the first place. By this time we'd both had 2 bottles of Bud, a pint/two pints of Fosters, and 2 glasses of Jack'n'Coke (in like an hour, hour-and-half). So we were definitely feeling the alcoholism. The first band were called Colorpool. The lead singer/guitarist was from Scunny, the bassist from Leeds.. and the drummer -- all I can remember was that the mikes on the drums were LOUD. So, sorry guys.
Anyway. The band was fucking awesome. Their bass player was seriously godly. And I might not play guitar, but fuck me -- his hand speed was mental and the sound he produced was .. whoa. Easily the best bass player I've seen play. And I don't just mean local bands; but ALL bands I've seen live. The drummer was hardcore-crazy too, but the vocals could barely be heard when it went into the chorus of any song. But they managed to sort the problem out a little later into their set. They owned and sat at the table next to us, so we talked to them about music and the such. And they gave us their demo! Yep.
THE HOT GIRL WHO WAS PLAYING POOL HAD SAT NEXT TO US!@~!!! (we're in between the hottest girl, and the best band!)
Whoa. Yeah. She totally was. The next band had members I'd see at college, and/or at the Imp a few times before. SKA BAND!~ Hooray. They were decent, but every riff was stolen from a RBF/LTJ song. Seriously. They had their own lyrics, which I didn't really care for. I love the ska sound. Why, I have no clue. Oh, and some crazy girl got up and started skankin'. Made me laugh a little. Pretty long set, but were your typical college/school band. Not as good as Colorpool, but decent.
ANOTHER SKA BAND. All I kept thinking was, "Ska revival isn't cool you stupid fucks." Love the Propaghandi. Anyway. They came from Portsmouth? And the leader singer had a fucking god awful, annoying, typical Londoner voice. And he was, I guess, trying to be funny. The previous ska band got up and starting skankin' which signaled my round. God dammit.
As for the band? I think they were called Evil Macaroni. Really. Their sound was decent, what you'd expect to hear from a band that wasn't too well known, but obviously good enough to tour around the UK. After their second song, the singer said, "Let's play a game. Whoever can get the most people from the other room in here gets a free CD." All the skankin' kids ran into the other room. They came back with no one. Hahahahaha. In fact, I think one kid didn't come back.
OWNED.
They were good, though. They'd be a good opening band, or support for say a known band. I still really liked Colorpool. So meh, it was kinda' depressing the best band of the night was on first, and the others were ska bands. I don't mind me some ska, but two bands? After each other? BOO! By this time I was verging on the "having trouble to walk" stage and Ian had left our table. WHY!?
I looked round and he was sat next to the hot girl who was playing pool (she'd left after the second band, but came back and sat with her friends in the corner). OI!~ It was okay though, because Ian was quite obviously pissed out his head and the girl was unsure of what to say/do. Haha. So I walked over and saved them both. I saw her later on in the main room, and she said hi and what-not. Asked what was up with my friend. She didn't seem mad, more amused. So yeah, 'twas cool.
I desperately want a job now. To do that every week would own beyond everything. Usually I'd care about how many people I was with, but it was sweet as fuck just the two of us. Especially when the bar is filled with copious amounts of fit alternative girls. SCORE! Yeah. Great night. Best I've had in ages.
I officially have a friend. And a cool one! So, yeah.. almost a life? Right?
Yep. True story. I was just starting my usual routine of doing nothing when Ian rang me. I think he's been as bored as me this summer, and wondered if I wanted to go to the Imp. And hey, having basically died, socially, I was up for that. I had some money too! Enough to get drunk with, and to enter the room with all the bands in. The whole band room was run by someone I knew anyway, so yeah, maybe she'll pass it around that I'm not dead. Or something.
We got there at about 7-7:10PM, and the bar area wasn't too full. The bands hadn't started so we just sat in there for a while. I felt so rock'n'roll drinking my jack'n'cokes. 8-) Well, I would of ordered more than the pint of Fosters I did but Jack'n'Cokes are cheaper, so I decided to be more economical with my money. Hah. And picked.. err, I can't remember. I think it was "Dreaming of You" by The Coral on the jukebox, too. That's how cool we are.
There was some girl staring at me like crazy. Totally made my self-esteem rise to a place it hasn't been in FUCKING AGES. When Ian went to buy his round I looked at her, and she was looking back. So I was looking around incase there was someone behind me, or if she was just day-dreaming.. or some other reason to explain why she was looking in my direction. After about 40 seconds I looked back up again and she was STILL looking at me. Well, then I felt embarrassed as fuck. I'm too shy, really. I offered a smile and then the bands were about to start!
Oh. And by god, I saw the hottest girl ever. She was playing pool. We spoke for a little bit, but I'm shit as hell when it comes to starting up conversations with people I don't know. Well, all she said was, "Excuse me. Thanks" But that was cool. So hot. And I swear she looked at me a few times. But she did at some others, too, so I guess I can't develop an ego over that.
The bands, yeah. The whole reason we went in the first place. By this time we'd both had 2 bottles of Bud, a pint/two pints of Fosters, and 2 glasses of Jack'n'Coke (in like an hour, hour-and-half). So we were definitely feeling the alcoholism. The first band were called Colorpool. The lead singer/guitarist was from Scunny, the bassist from Leeds.. and the drummer -- all I can remember was that the mikes on the drums were LOUD. So, sorry guys.
Anyway. The band was fucking awesome. Their bass player was seriously godly. And I might not play guitar, but fuck me -- his hand speed was mental and the sound he produced was .. whoa. Easily the best bass player I've seen play. And I don't just mean local bands; but ALL bands I've seen live. The drummer was hardcore-crazy too, but the vocals could barely be heard when it went into the chorus of any song. But they managed to sort the problem out a little later into their set. They owned and sat at the table next to us, so we talked to them about music and the such. And they gave us their demo! Yep.
THE HOT GIRL WHO WAS PLAYING POOL HAD SAT NEXT TO US!@~!!! (we're in between the hottest girl, and the best band!)
Whoa. Yeah. She totally was. The next band had members I'd see at college, and/or at the Imp a few times before. SKA BAND!~ Hooray. They were decent, but every riff was stolen from a RBF/LTJ song. Seriously. They had their own lyrics, which I didn't really care for. I love the ska sound. Why, I have no clue. Oh, and some crazy girl got up and started skankin'. Made me laugh a little. Pretty long set, but were your typical college/school band. Not as good as Colorpool, but decent.
ANOTHER SKA BAND. All I kept thinking was, "Ska revival isn't cool you stupid fucks." Love the Propaghandi. Anyway. They came from Portsmouth? And the leader singer had a fucking god awful, annoying, typical Londoner voice. And he was, I guess, trying to be funny. The previous ska band got up and starting skankin' which signaled my round. God dammit.
As for the band? I think they were called Evil Macaroni. Really. Their sound was decent, what you'd expect to hear from a band that wasn't too well known, but obviously good enough to tour around the UK. After their second song, the singer said, "Let's play a game. Whoever can get the most people from the other room in here gets a free CD." All the skankin' kids ran into the other room. They came back with no one. Hahahahaha. In fact, I think one kid didn't come back.
OWNED.
They were good, though. They'd be a good opening band, or support for say a known band. I still really liked Colorpool. So meh, it was kinda' depressing the best band of the night was on first, and the others were ska bands. I don't mind me some ska, but two bands? After each other? BOO! By this time I was verging on the "having trouble to walk" stage and Ian had left our table. WHY!?
I looked round and he was sat next to the hot girl who was playing pool (she'd left after the second band, but came back and sat with her friends in the corner). OI!~ It was okay though, because Ian was quite obviously pissed out his head and the girl was unsure of what to say/do. Haha. So I walked over and saved them both. I saw her later on in the main room, and she said hi and what-not. Asked what was up with my friend. She didn't seem mad, more amused. So yeah, 'twas cool.
I desperately want a job now. To do that every week would own beyond everything. Usually I'd care about how many people I was with, but it was sweet as fuck just the two of us. Especially when the bar is filled with copious amounts of fit alternative girls. SCORE! Yeah. Great night. Best I've had in ages.
I officially have a friend. And a cool one! So, yeah.. almost a life? Right?