last night.
slip slide don't break your face.
first i called kirsten on her cell phone, after receiving a message that said, "CALL ME ON MY CELL." it's strange that she has a cell phone. but i got to talk to her and that was really awesome, even if it was only for 2 seconds and we both always are talking at the same time because we have so much to say. i bet we annoy the shit out of other people when we hang out.
then we drove to arlington, my car got stuck in the snow next to bigpapathang[jason]'s house. i got it out, fetched jason, and then drove to the virginia square metro station and parallel-parked between two cars. there were no signs that said we couldn't be parked there, and since other people had been parked there for a while it seemed okay.
it was cold outside like ludacris says. & we took the metro to the black cat and got there in the middle of the gossip's set. we pushed our way to the front, in front of the hipsters who jump up and down and shake their heads to indicate "dancing." it was hot, and the gossip was playing, and i felt like i was back in olympia again so i unbuttoned my shirt (except for the top button, because i was wearing a clip-on tie and i didn't wanna take it off) and let dc be offended by my fat gut while i ran around being obnoxious with my bitches.
then har mar awfulstar came on and sung some stupid shit and said even more stupid shit and i kept getting really mad and wanting to sneak behind the mixing console and turn his vocals off. nobody was there. i didn't wanna get kicked out, though, because i wanted to get more drunk. but anyway, i don't understand the appeal of a wretched white man with bad hair ripping off lyrics to songs i actually know (i guess he figures his crowds won't know who marvin, chante, chaka and r. kelly are) and stripping down to his underwear. all i could think about was the work i do and the guys i have to see in this position and i wanted to puke.
jason brought a bottle of gemclear (generic everclear) and we poured a bit into all of our mixed drinks because we're HARD CORE. only gemclear can get you wasted after 3 drinks. blah blah, blah blah.
tre found beth and we all went to the little backstage room that had special bottles of water and sprite. some asshole dude that kept touching tre (and i kept pushing him away but i was drunk and glued to the chair and couldn't tell if there was a possibility that they actually knew each other) was there interviewing the gossip, and beth kept talking about tre and tre and i were talking about rigamortis on the tape recorder. i even plugged the troposcatter. then everyone was gone except for me and beth and we started talking about clandestina [robin]. good things, obviously. we called her and they talked. then they got off the phone and jason and angela came in and angela told me that she plays shows wearing a mask. then jason introduced me to some guy who was having a party, steve something. blah blah, drunk as shit, j-b, beth, tre and i walked to the party in the snow.
we got there, and i smelled weed. i'm bad, right? i smell that shit from miles away. i followed my nose to some bedroom filled with kids dancing and i drunkenly yelled, "WHERE'S THE WEED?" and someone passed me a joint which i gladly took a hit of, a big ass nikki-hit where half-a-joint turns into a tiny roach in 3 seconds because i wanna get HIGH. kind of like the way it only takes me like 4 minutes to smoke a cigarette. i opted to dance by myself because there were like 20 people crammed into someone's bedroom and there were only 3 of them who danced well. jason kept telling me to "show them how a jersey bitch does it" but i saw all the unkept boyhair and the pretty vintage girls in their ugly long skirts and beige polyesther shirts and couldn't bring myself to do it.
i met some girl in a dark hallway. i couldn't see her face, but she begged me to hang out with her in the hallway because there were too many people in the bedroom. i couldn't see her face and the idea of pushing her against the wall and kissing her was really hot and appealing. i was drunk, stoned, holding myself up by a falling-apart bannister, and realized that i was surrounded by a lot of reeeeally straight people and i put my hoodie back on and even put the hood up so no one would see me. then i said goodbye to my new friend and went into the little bedroom and danced for 2 seconds and then us (j-b, t-b and me) left with the gossip and hustled a cheap cab ride back to the VA square metro station. i was greeted by two parking tickets, one for expired tags (shouldn't they send you something when your shit's about to expire so you KNOW?) and one for parking illegally. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU CAN'T PARK SOMEWHERE IF IT ISN'T POSTED? IF THE CURB ISN'T YELLOW? AND THERE ARE NO FIRE HYDRANTS? AND THERE ARE OTHER CARS PARKED THERE? fuck it. whatever.
we dropped j-b off on kansas street and took backroads home so i wouldn't get pulled over. found decent parking, miraculously, and i don't remember what happened after that.
tre's leaving for chicago today to visit nomy. she'll have fun, i'm sure. i'm going to spend most of the next week and a half producing and mixing down the rigamortis tracks so it'll be ready for the final production stage by the time she gets back. we might play a show on january 4th with jason's band + some other bands i never heard of + some girl who plays guitar and sings who i never heard. hopefully we can get on that, i am itching to play live. it's so much fun.
& i realized last night that i can't wait to go back to olympia, even if it is only because i know i can wear hot pants and lingerie to social events without being made fun of. & because if i saw a bitch in a hallway whose face i couldn't see, i could get away with asking her if she wants to make out.
& i think i decided i want to move to the west coast, even though new jersey would be so easy. this is hard. i don't know.
it's getting dark. i woke up at 4. i'm driving tre to the bus station in a little while and i'm sad, but i think ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER or whatever "they" say.
first i called kirsten on her cell phone, after receiving a message that said, "CALL ME ON MY CELL." it's strange that she has a cell phone. but i got to talk to her and that was really awesome, even if it was only for 2 seconds and we both always are talking at the same time because we have so much to say. i bet we annoy the shit out of other people when we hang out.
then we drove to arlington, my car got stuck in the snow next to bigpapathang[jason]'s house. i got it out, fetched jason, and then drove to the virginia square metro station and parallel-parked between two cars. there were no signs that said we couldn't be parked there, and since other people had been parked there for a while it seemed okay.
it was cold outside like ludacris says. & we took the metro to the black cat and got there in the middle of the gossip's set. we pushed our way to the front, in front of the hipsters who jump up and down and shake their heads to indicate "dancing." it was hot, and the gossip was playing, and i felt like i was back in olympia again so i unbuttoned my shirt (except for the top button, because i was wearing a clip-on tie and i didn't wanna take it off) and let dc be offended by my fat gut while i ran around being obnoxious with my bitches.
then har mar awfulstar came on and sung some stupid shit and said even more stupid shit and i kept getting really mad and wanting to sneak behind the mixing console and turn his vocals off. nobody was there. i didn't wanna get kicked out, though, because i wanted to get more drunk. but anyway, i don't understand the appeal of a wretched white man with bad hair ripping off lyrics to songs i actually know (i guess he figures his crowds won't know who marvin, chante, chaka and r. kelly are) and stripping down to his underwear. all i could think about was the work i do and the guys i have to see in this position and i wanted to puke.
jason brought a bottle of gemclear (generic everclear) and we poured a bit into all of our mixed drinks because we're HARD CORE. only gemclear can get you wasted after 3 drinks. blah blah, blah blah.
tre found beth and we all went to the little backstage room that had special bottles of water and sprite. some asshole dude that kept touching tre (and i kept pushing him away but i was drunk and glued to the chair and couldn't tell if there was a possibility that they actually knew each other) was there interviewing the gossip, and beth kept talking about tre and tre and i were talking about rigamortis on the tape recorder. i even plugged the troposcatter. then everyone was gone except for me and beth and we started talking about clandestina [robin]. good things, obviously. we called her and they talked. then they got off the phone and jason and angela came in and angela told me that she plays shows wearing a mask. then jason introduced me to some guy who was having a party, steve something. blah blah, drunk as shit, j-b, beth, tre and i walked to the party in the snow.
we got there, and i smelled weed. i'm bad, right? i smell that shit from miles away. i followed my nose to some bedroom filled with kids dancing and i drunkenly yelled, "WHERE'S THE WEED?" and someone passed me a joint which i gladly took a hit of, a big ass nikki-hit where half-a-joint turns into a tiny roach in 3 seconds because i wanna get HIGH. kind of like the way it only takes me like 4 minutes to smoke a cigarette. i opted to dance by myself because there were like 20 people crammed into someone's bedroom and there were only 3 of them who danced well. jason kept telling me to "show them how a jersey bitch does it" but i saw all the unkept boyhair and the pretty vintage girls in their ugly long skirts and beige polyesther shirts and couldn't bring myself to do it.
i met some girl in a dark hallway. i couldn't see her face, but she begged me to hang out with her in the hallway because there were too many people in the bedroom. i couldn't see her face and the idea of pushing her against the wall and kissing her was really hot and appealing. i was drunk, stoned, holding myself up by a falling-apart bannister, and realized that i was surrounded by a lot of reeeeally straight people and i put my hoodie back on and even put the hood up so no one would see me. then i said goodbye to my new friend and went into the little bedroom and danced for 2 seconds and then us (j-b, t-b and me) left with the gossip and hustled a cheap cab ride back to the VA square metro station. i was greeted by two parking tickets, one for expired tags (shouldn't they send you something when your shit's about to expire so you KNOW?) and one for parking illegally. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU CAN'T PARK SOMEWHERE IF IT ISN'T POSTED? IF THE CURB ISN'T YELLOW? AND THERE ARE NO FIRE HYDRANTS? AND THERE ARE OTHER CARS PARKED THERE? fuck it. whatever.
we dropped j-b off on kansas street and took backroads home so i wouldn't get pulled over. found decent parking, miraculously, and i don't remember what happened after that.
tre's leaving for chicago today to visit nomy. she'll have fun, i'm sure. i'm going to spend most of the next week and a half producing and mixing down the rigamortis tracks so it'll be ready for the final production stage by the time she gets back. we might play a show on january 4th with jason's band + some other bands i never heard of + some girl who plays guitar and sings who i never heard. hopefully we can get on that, i am itching to play live. it's so much fun.
& i realized last night that i can't wait to go back to olympia, even if it is only because i know i can wear hot pants and lingerie to social events without being made fun of. & because if i saw a bitch in a hallway whose face i couldn't see, i could get away with asking her if she wants to make out.
& i think i decided i want to move to the west coast, even though new jersey would be so easy. this is hard. i don't know.
it's getting dark. i woke up at 4. i'm driving tre to the bus station in a little while and i'm sad, but i think ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER or whatever "they" say.