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Dear Livejournal,
I know it's been a while since I've written you, but I just had a really weird day--especially the last couple hours.
I was the booker/promoter at the Cobalt tonight. During the second-to-last band's set, Hunter, Alicia, Doug, and Dylan came and picked me up and smoked me out--even though Hunter and I quit smoking on September 5th.
I got back to the Cobalt while the final band, the Mulhollands, were playing. Firstly, they're really good. Secondly, the singer's smokin hot. So after they played, I stuck around and hit on her really high. I'm really not sure how that went. Probably not well. I also had a really long conversation with Gale, the house manager--or as you know him, "the really giant scary hispanic guy with the crazy piercing in his lip who works out front at the Cobalt."
Oh man, I probably made a really bad impression on that chick. Too bad. She really is a babe.
Love,
Alex
I know it's been a while since I've written you, but I just had a really weird day--especially the last couple hours.
I was the booker/promoter at the Cobalt tonight. During the second-to-last band's set, Hunter, Alicia, Doug, and Dylan came and picked me up and smoked me out--even though Hunter and I quit smoking on September 5th.
I got back to the Cobalt while the final band, the Mulhollands, were playing. Firstly, they're really good. Secondly, the singer's smokin hot. So after they played, I stuck around and hit on her really high. I'm really not sure how that went. Probably not well. I also had a really long conversation with Gale, the house manager--or as you know him, "the really giant scary hispanic guy with the crazy piercing in his lip who works out front at the Cobalt."
Oh man, I probably made a really bad impression on that chick. Too bad. She really is a babe.
Love,
Alex