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We set up our little stage at 8pm, surrounded by heavy 20-something women with sparkly purses smoking Camel Lights and leaning on 20something guys with shaved heads and small framed glasses. The Gorillaz and Franz Ferdinand played over the speakers and every once in a while a voice from above would announce "SoandSo has just opened the kissing booth. A kiss for a dollar! Come on guys, she likes making out with chicks too!" Some Roller Derby chick had a guy layed on the floor and performed a rigorous back massage, another buff black haired chick walked the patio with orange jello shots getting stopped every foot, dollars flying at her tray.
"The first raffle for a $100 drink tab at the Grapevine."
I got there around 7:30ish and already it was to the point where it took about 10 minutes to squeeze my way through the crowd around the bar and jukebox and velvet pool tables all the way to the covered patio, warmed by huge heating laterns. Drunk guys leaned over tables "Are u gonna play? What do u play?" Since the place did not have a PA system, Chris took about 30 minutes to hook everything up and at full blast we barely were able to overcome the drunken conversations. All in all, there must have been over a hundred people in this place. The Assassin City Rollerderby Girls' Fundraiser, musical guest Wizard Boots.
Chris played acoustic while I played tambourine and the maraca. He did the Frogs cover, an Iron Maiden cover, a Cure cover, a Cracker Cover, and many of his old El Kabong songs and some new songs from Wizard Boots. Everyone was at least entertained, especially the drunk chicks right in front of us who Chris pestered the entire night for fun. He even let me have a tambourine solo which I really could not do anything besides jumping around in circles. Next time I will throw it up in the air and spin it on my fingers and play it around my head.The last song was Sympathy for the Devil (Rolling Stones). I got Robin to put down her arm full of drinks and come up to the stage area and play some weird instrument while I almost got carpel tunnel syndrome from playing tambourine so fast. "Tell me baby!" to which we screamed "Tell me baby" "What's my name?" "What's your name?" He got up on a table, almost cutting off his power to the amps and finished the show with a little diddley from a Michael Jackson song, all the while bragging to the crowd that he gets free drinks for doing this and he gets to make out with all the little boys and do all the cocaine he wants and see me naked, goodnight.
We got free drinks that entire night, free drink tickets. I was toasted. All sorts of people we knew came in and out, a Ms Desiree, DJ Cloe, coworkers of Chris (to which he slapped his boss on the ass). Then we went outside to play basketball in boots and high heels, knocking over bottles on the table and smashing the shit out of everything out there. I ran to the trash can and got out a glass bottle and insisted on playing one-handed while holding the bottle. These younger guys came out and totally stole the game away from us. I have all these bruises on my hands and legs from running around in boots and playing with these spider-armed guys. Although it was fun to beat the shit out of people since there was a no foul rule.
So the night was fun. and rowdy. You can always expect to see some weird shit at the Grapevine, that's for sure.
Chris and I went home and we watched a documentary, "The Aristocrats". So here's my question to you.
A man walks into a talent agency.
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"What do you call this act?"
"The Aristocrats."
Anyone care to fill in the blanks?
"The first raffle for a $100 drink tab at the Grapevine."
I got there around 7:30ish and already it was to the point where it took about 10 minutes to squeeze my way through the crowd around the bar and jukebox and velvet pool tables all the way to the covered patio, warmed by huge heating laterns. Drunk guys leaned over tables "Are u gonna play? What do u play?" Since the place did not have a PA system, Chris took about 30 minutes to hook everything up and at full blast we barely were able to overcome the drunken conversations. All in all, there must have been over a hundred people in this place. The Assassin City Rollerderby Girls' Fundraiser, musical guest Wizard Boots.
Chris played acoustic while I played tambourine and the maraca. He did the Frogs cover, an Iron Maiden cover, a Cure cover, a Cracker Cover, and many of his old El Kabong songs and some new songs from Wizard Boots. Everyone was at least entertained, especially the drunk chicks right in front of us who Chris pestered the entire night for fun. He even let me have a tambourine solo which I really could not do anything besides jumping around in circles. Next time I will throw it up in the air and spin it on my fingers and play it around my head.The last song was Sympathy for the Devil (Rolling Stones). I got Robin to put down her arm full of drinks and come up to the stage area and play some weird instrument while I almost got carpel tunnel syndrome from playing tambourine so fast. "Tell me baby!" to which we screamed "Tell me baby" "What's my name?" "What's your name?" He got up on a table, almost cutting off his power to the amps and finished the show with a little diddley from a Michael Jackson song, all the while bragging to the crowd that he gets free drinks for doing this and he gets to make out with all the little boys and do all the cocaine he wants and see me naked, goodnight.
We got free drinks that entire night, free drink tickets. I was toasted. All sorts of people we knew came in and out, a Ms Desiree, DJ Cloe, coworkers of Chris (to which he slapped his boss on the ass). Then we went outside to play basketball in boots and high heels, knocking over bottles on the table and smashing the shit out of everything out there. I ran to the trash can and got out a glass bottle and insisted on playing one-handed while holding the bottle. These younger guys came out and totally stole the game away from us. I have all these bruises on my hands and legs from running around in boots and playing with these spider-armed guys. Although it was fun to beat the shit out of people since there was a no foul rule.
So the night was fun. and rowdy. You can always expect to see some weird shit at the Grapevine, that's for sure.
Chris and I went home and we watched a documentary, "The Aristocrats". So here's my question to you.
A man walks into a talent agency.
_____________________________________________
"What do you call this act?"
"The Aristocrats."
Anyone care to fill in the blanks?