I Are The One
I just got an email from Penelope Houston because I ordered an Avengers shirt from her website. Does she know that I want to name my children after her? Does she know that I want to have children WITH her? My all-time punk rock crush is closer to 50 than 40 but it doesn't matter, she's always gonna be perfect AND she's never gonna be in Playboy.
Bear-Proof Suit is having trouble figuring out when our first show is gonna be but it looks like after talking to Eric Shutup on Friday that we're just gonna set up a Sheboygan kegger and bring the rock up I-43 and that'll be that. It's the least I can do to return the favor of The Shutups and their whole crew ending up playing in my basement on my birthday this past summer when Barely Legal got shut down for just about the last time. Looking at late April right now--you'll know when I know.
Winter and whiskey finally caught up with me last weekend and a got sick like everyone else although it seems not nearly as bad as everyone else as I've been able to function pretty well while riding this shit out. In fact I just took NyQuil tabs so I've got to type fast before the sweet, sweet coma overtakes me and I ride that big green train for the next 12 hours.
Because of my illness, I've also reverted to eating "healthy" food for the past week since I can't really stomach anything too greasy and/or filling when under the weather. I shopped at Metro(sexual) Market for the first time today and was really impressed--I'll be going back there regularly I think, even though I don't think I can fit my van into the underground parking garage. Fresh-squeezed OJ! Polish horseradish mustard! Strawberry shortcake! Employees I know even if they didn't see me today! The yuppie creep factor is pretty fuckin high, though, so just keep your head up and be sure to wink at the girlfriends and wives so they'll know that you don't respect their hair-gelled male companions because we all know that guys who wear sandals will NEVER be able to kick their way into a burning building to rescue puppies/grandmas/nuns/heads-of-state.
Pass outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
-Ryan
Bear-Proof Suit is having trouble figuring out when our first show is gonna be but it looks like after talking to Eric Shutup on Friday that we're just gonna set up a Sheboygan kegger and bring the rock up I-43 and that'll be that. It's the least I can do to return the favor of The Shutups and their whole crew ending up playing in my basement on my birthday this past summer when Barely Legal got shut down for just about the last time. Looking at late April right now--you'll know when I know.
Winter and whiskey finally caught up with me last weekend and a got sick like everyone else although it seems not nearly as bad as everyone else as I've been able to function pretty well while riding this shit out. In fact I just took NyQuil tabs so I've got to type fast before the sweet, sweet coma overtakes me and I ride that big green train for the next 12 hours.
Because of my illness, I've also reverted to eating "healthy" food for the past week since I can't really stomach anything too greasy and/or filling when under the weather. I shopped at Metro(sexual) Market for the first time today and was really impressed--I'll be going back there regularly I think, even though I don't think I can fit my van into the underground parking garage. Fresh-squeezed OJ! Polish horseradish mustard! Strawberry shortcake! Employees I know even if they didn't see me today! The yuppie creep factor is pretty fuckin high, though, so just keep your head up and be sure to wink at the girlfriends and wives so they'll know that you don't respect their hair-gelled male companions because we all know that guys who wear sandals will NEVER be able to kick their way into a burning building to rescue puppies/grandmas/nuns/heads-of-state.
Pass outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
-Ryan