You tacky thing, you put them on!
So yesterday, for some unknown reason (probably female intuition, though why it never kicked in at MoHo is mysterious), I had an urge to make myself look pretty for the Metal Bar. I showered (gasp!), dried my hair a la Marilyn, put on my new jeans, new super awesome leather and chain belt, my new purple suit coat which hugs me oh so well, and drove into town!
Upon parking my moped, I notice nobody is there lingering in the alley. Quite odd for a Friday night. I entered my haven of metal inclined mojo and am promptly greeted by 20 men shouting "Surprise!" and proceeding to hug me (invading my personal space). The wonderful fuckers had thrown me a surprise party. As soon as a beer was placed in my hand and I was allowed to recuperate, a band appears in the back corner and begins to play David Bowie's "Rebel, Rebel." The wonderful bastards were playing my song.
And so, we made merry.
Upon parking my moped, I notice nobody is there lingering in the alley. Quite odd for a Friday night. I entered my haven of metal inclined mojo and am promptly greeted by 20 men shouting "Surprise!" and proceeding to hug me (invading my personal space). The wonderful fuckers had thrown me a surprise party. As soon as a beer was placed in my hand and I was allowed to recuperate, a band appears in the back corner and begins to play David Bowie's "Rebel, Rebel." The wonderful bastards were playing my song.
And so, we made merry.