caps are for losers?
saturday//
worked the matinee punk show @ This Ain't Hollywood.
almost saw a dirty punker fight. the one guy had a big fat chain with a huge padlock. fuck, man.
natty came to hang out with me. she brightened my day.
saturday night//
nat came back to my place with me after the show. her friend karli came to pick her up for some party.
jenny came over. we hung out and drank beers with dave.
hung out on the floor talking for a few hours.
ventured out to Absinthe for the Sailboats Are White show.
wtf happened to Absinthe? soooo many douchey people there. i think maybe for this lame dance party in the downstairs lounge.
all ed hardy shirts need to burn in a big fucking fire.
i love noise rock but sometimes i just am not in the fucking mood - the two opening bands, i just couldn't handle on saturday night.
jenny and i went with sean p. to smoke a joint around the corner. some flamingly gay black guy came wandering up to us asking for a smoke.
jenny gave him a menthol. he stuck around, i'm pretty sure he was high on some kind of chemicals.
nice guy, very kooky. started talking about how he was into wicca and was in a satanic cult (which I thought was rad) and said he was a "healer." he made sean, jenny and i hold hands and then he tried to... i dunno, inject some power into us, or whatever the fuck it is that weird new age aging gay 80s goth-punks do? haha.
told us his name was adrian. then he goes into a schpiel about his sexuality. tells us he sucked a dick for money at some art gallery earlier in the evening.
sean was hilarious, he looked totally stunned that this guy just randomly stumbled upon us. he's like "i'm so fucking stoned, i have no idea what the hell is going on right now."
got a text from dave saying he tried to find me, couldn't, was bored and went home.
we all started walking back to the bar. weird guy came with us. jenny and i ditched him at the door and went to the bathrooms. we didn't see him again that night.
sailboats killed it. so glad they're playing shows again.
afterwards, on the street, some dudes were huffing and puffing at each other (the ed hardy-type losers). jenny and i decided to walk to harvest burger for some munchies.
the whole walk there, we followed this trail of blood that went 3/4 of the way.
there would be one dot here, one dot there, a big splatter over there, more drops, etc.
fresh, too. and shiny.
when we got back to my place, dave was passed out on the couch.
i tried to get him to go to bed, he was dead asleep.
jenny and i jokingly started to molest him, still nothing.
so we sat on the floor, smoking, eating our food and had a huge girl talk session.
it was a great night.
***
jen posted a some photos from her trip home in october.
here are a few that i liked:
jen and i on a bus to Toronto for matt's birthday.
me being a shitbag at Chris & Jeff's place.
dan, jen, me and jeff at the bar on matt's birthday.
taking photos in New Orleans.
feeding a big fucking alligator.
really drunk in our hotel lobby in New Orleans.
on a plane leaving Nawlins.
***
a few random crappy blackberry shots:
my little lover.
red wine massacre.
tried weird eye makeup experimentation; wet hair.
steeltown spoilers (my boss glen's band) @ TAH
really pixelated photo of some of the blood trail from saturday night (+ a cigarette butt for an arty composition, LAWL).
worked the matinee punk show @ This Ain't Hollywood.
almost saw a dirty punker fight. the one guy had a big fat chain with a huge padlock. fuck, man.
natty came to hang out with me. she brightened my day.
saturday night//
nat came back to my place with me after the show. her friend karli came to pick her up for some party.
jenny came over. we hung out and drank beers with dave.
hung out on the floor talking for a few hours.
ventured out to Absinthe for the Sailboats Are White show.
wtf happened to Absinthe? soooo many douchey people there. i think maybe for this lame dance party in the downstairs lounge.
all ed hardy shirts need to burn in a big fucking fire.
i love noise rock but sometimes i just am not in the fucking mood - the two opening bands, i just couldn't handle on saturday night.
jenny and i went with sean p. to smoke a joint around the corner. some flamingly gay black guy came wandering up to us asking for a smoke.
jenny gave him a menthol. he stuck around, i'm pretty sure he was high on some kind of chemicals.
nice guy, very kooky. started talking about how he was into wicca and was in a satanic cult (which I thought was rad) and said he was a "healer." he made sean, jenny and i hold hands and then he tried to... i dunno, inject some power into us, or whatever the fuck it is that weird new age aging gay 80s goth-punks do? haha.
told us his name was adrian. then he goes into a schpiel about his sexuality. tells us he sucked a dick for money at some art gallery earlier in the evening.
sean was hilarious, he looked totally stunned that this guy just randomly stumbled upon us. he's like "i'm so fucking stoned, i have no idea what the hell is going on right now."
got a text from dave saying he tried to find me, couldn't, was bored and went home.
we all started walking back to the bar. weird guy came with us. jenny and i ditched him at the door and went to the bathrooms. we didn't see him again that night.
sailboats killed it. so glad they're playing shows again.
afterwards, on the street, some dudes were huffing and puffing at each other (the ed hardy-type losers). jenny and i decided to walk to harvest burger for some munchies.
the whole walk there, we followed this trail of blood that went 3/4 of the way.
there would be one dot here, one dot there, a big splatter over there, more drops, etc.
fresh, too. and shiny.
when we got back to my place, dave was passed out on the couch.
i tried to get him to go to bed, he was dead asleep.
jenny and i jokingly started to molest him, still nothing.
so we sat on the floor, smoking, eating our food and had a huge girl talk session.
it was a great night.
***
jen posted a some photos from her trip home in october.
here are a few that i liked:
jen and i on a bus to Toronto for matt's birthday.
me being a shitbag at Chris & Jeff's place.
dan, jen, me and jeff at the bar on matt's birthday.
taking photos in New Orleans.
feeding a big fucking alligator.
really drunk in our hotel lobby in New Orleans.
on a plane leaving Nawlins.
***
a few random crappy blackberry shots:
my little lover.
red wine massacre.
tried weird eye makeup experimentation; wet hair.
steeltown spoilers (my boss glen's band) @ TAH
really pixelated photo of some of the blood trail from saturday night (+ a cigarette butt for an arty composition, LAWL).