Bash Sip Lock
Hey, that rhymes with Dash Rip Rock. Cuz I been listening to those mofos like whoa. Praise the loorrrd, I saww the light.
I had a badass birthday. For once I didn't whip out the Eeyore!Cari with the whole "avoiding people" thing that I usually do on the birthday. Fuck no, this year, even though I am now 28, enjoyed celebrating with my pals The Adversary. And most importantly: Paul. The Adversary played at Murphy's with a band I'd never heard called The Importance of Poison, who rocked ass by the way. I caught up with a few people I hadn't seen in years, like Slotalkin' John, Mclane, and AJ. Lev the Medieval Throwdown accompanied Paul and I to the show, which was fantastic since I hardly see Lev anymore. We didn't go inside til The Adversary started playing, instead just catching snatches of IoP when the door opened. The Adversary are badass, though we couldn't understand one bit of Josh's vocals. The music was enough to keep me movin'. I never thought anyone could rock a keyboard and look good doing it, but Jason pulled it off quite well. It was so tits. I snagged an Adversary CD, which Paul & I listened to the next day, and he liked it so much he wants a copy. Harrr.
Friday was so hilarious. Dale, Paul, & I went to Backstreet for karaoke and drag tag (which was postponed yet again). This month Backstreet has dollar longnecks on Fridays til midnight, sw0wn. This particular Friday, they also had Kamikaze Karaoke, where you could pay a dollar to put a song in for someone. If that person didn't want to sing the song, they had to pay 2 bucks to get out of it. This way they can raise money to get more karaoke songs, though they have an excellent selection. Sooooo I got kamikaze'd. They hit me with "You Don't Own Me", which I kinda fucked up on, because I'm so used to Rasputina's version of it. Later they got me with "Chocolate Salty Balls", except they paid Daniel (the emcee) to refrain from notifying me I had been hit with a kamikaze. It was funny as shit though. We got Forrest with the Gilligan's Island theme, which he did really fuckin' good on. And we made Paul sing. We made a pact that if he would sing one song, he would be off the hook forever. And so he did "Over the Rainbow". He is truly fucking awesome. Pretty much the rest of the night it was us and a few other people doing karaoke. We didn't go to the drag show, but since they weren't going drag tag, it didn't matter. The karaoke thing was a blast.
Oh hell. Yesterday was a kickass shopping extravaganza. Dale and I were on a mission to come up with an outfit for his drag performance. We hit the thrift stores over on Summer. At the first one, I snagged a white (!) dress and a sweet plaid long jacket. The next store had sequined formals, but none that would fit, sadly. When were feeling defeated, Dale spotted an outfit hanging on the rack that turned out to be perfect for the number. It was a yellow & orange dress with a yellow poncho thingy. Kinda Steve Nicks-ish. We found a few other things that he could use for other numbers. One kickass thing was this Fubu jacket & pants outfit. It was leatherish kinda material that was black & red. Now, I don't like Fubu stuff, but this outfit was freaking awesome. And it was only ten bucks! I found some plaid pants with stovepipe legs, one of which has like..a kilt leg! After that things just kept falling into place. We stopped at Sonic to pig the fuck out on burgers & cookie dough blasts (oh heaven..). We hit the wig shop next and found a brown layered wig & tons of perfect makeup. So yeah, after all that shopping we were exhausted. We chilled for a bit at his place trying to decide if we were gonna go to Rally Point for Miah's show. Finally around eleven we decided to head over there.
Acid Piss and The Tru Cuntry Bassturds were playing. Acid Piss was like eating glass and chasing it with pop rocks. In other words - it was badass. One of the songs I remember went something like "I wanna buttfuck you......up". Fucking gold. TCB was doing ICP covers, which I loved because they fucking did "Another Love Song". And that of course is one of my favorite ICP songs. Anna Banana showed up, and I harrassed her for being too sick to hang with me on my birthday. I played pool with TJ (? can't remember his fucking name), and he kicked my ass. I didn't pick any fights, surprisingly. Usually when beer goes in me, the punches come out. I just went around poking people. Bwahahahaha. It was a fun night. But yeah, I'm feeling it today.
I'm excited about tonight, because the drag show is going to be fucking awesome with Dale & Katrina performing. I think I need another nap though..
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I had a badass birthday. For once I didn't whip out the Eeyore!Cari with the whole "avoiding people" thing that I usually do on the birthday. Fuck no, this year, even though I am now 28, enjoyed celebrating with my pals The Adversary. And most importantly: Paul. The Adversary played at Murphy's with a band I'd never heard called The Importance of Poison, who rocked ass by the way. I caught up with a few people I hadn't seen in years, like Slotalkin' John, Mclane, and AJ. Lev the Medieval Throwdown accompanied Paul and I to the show, which was fantastic since I hardly see Lev anymore. We didn't go inside til The Adversary started playing, instead just catching snatches of IoP when the door opened. The Adversary are badass, though we couldn't understand one bit of Josh's vocals. The music was enough to keep me movin'. I never thought anyone could rock a keyboard and look good doing it, but Jason pulled it off quite well. It was so tits. I snagged an Adversary CD, which Paul & I listened to the next day, and he liked it so much he wants a copy. Harrr.
Friday was so hilarious. Dale, Paul, & I went to Backstreet for karaoke and drag tag (which was postponed yet again). This month Backstreet has dollar longnecks on Fridays til midnight, sw0wn. This particular Friday, they also had Kamikaze Karaoke, where you could pay a dollar to put a song in for someone. If that person didn't want to sing the song, they had to pay 2 bucks to get out of it. This way they can raise money to get more karaoke songs, though they have an excellent selection. Sooooo I got kamikaze'd. They hit me with "You Don't Own Me", which I kinda fucked up on, because I'm so used to Rasputina's version of it. Later they got me with "Chocolate Salty Balls", except they paid Daniel (the emcee) to refrain from notifying me I had been hit with a kamikaze. It was funny as shit though. We got Forrest with the Gilligan's Island theme, which he did really fuckin' good on. And we made Paul sing. We made a pact that if he would sing one song, he would be off the hook forever. And so he did "Over the Rainbow". He is truly fucking awesome. Pretty much the rest of the night it was us and a few other people doing karaoke. We didn't go to the drag show, but since they weren't going drag tag, it didn't matter. The karaoke thing was a blast.
Oh hell. Yesterday was a kickass shopping extravaganza. Dale and I were on a mission to come up with an outfit for his drag performance. We hit the thrift stores over on Summer. At the first one, I snagged a white (!) dress and a sweet plaid long jacket. The next store had sequined formals, but none that would fit, sadly. When were feeling defeated, Dale spotted an outfit hanging on the rack that turned out to be perfect for the number. It was a yellow & orange dress with a yellow poncho thingy. Kinda Steve Nicks-ish. We found a few other things that he could use for other numbers. One kickass thing was this Fubu jacket & pants outfit. It was leatherish kinda material that was black & red. Now, I don't like Fubu stuff, but this outfit was freaking awesome. And it was only ten bucks! I found some plaid pants with stovepipe legs, one of which has like..a kilt leg! After that things just kept falling into place. We stopped at Sonic to pig the fuck out on burgers & cookie dough blasts (oh heaven..). We hit the wig shop next and found a brown layered wig & tons of perfect makeup. So yeah, after all that shopping we were exhausted. We chilled for a bit at his place trying to decide if we were gonna go to Rally Point for Miah's show. Finally around eleven we decided to head over there.
Acid Piss and The Tru Cuntry Bassturds were playing. Acid Piss was like eating glass and chasing it with pop rocks. In other words - it was badass. One of the songs I remember went something like "I wanna buttfuck you......up". Fucking gold. TCB was doing ICP covers, which I loved because they fucking did "Another Love Song". And that of course is one of my favorite ICP songs. Anna Banana showed up, and I harrassed her for being too sick to hang with me on my birthday. I played pool with TJ (? can't remember his fucking name), and he kicked my ass. I didn't pick any fights, surprisingly. Usually when beer goes in me, the punches come out. I just went around poking people. Bwahahahaha. It was a fun night. But yeah, I'm feeling it today.
I'm excited about tonight, because the drag show is going to be fucking awesome with Dale & Katrina performing. I think I need another nap though..
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