Those tranny train wrecks are why its called "Sloppy Seconds" in the first place.
Saturday, January 10, 2009.
The second Saturday of the month.
The second Saturday of 2009.
The FN Socials throw it every month.
It's been hit or miss since Klever doesn't participate anymore.
Usually, it's pretty mellow.
The vibe at MJQ is pretty mellow.
Everyone is friendly. Usually. Everyone is pretty nice. Usually.
But this Saturday included: the always awesome luridtraveral, a new lady-friend, one of the craziest performances: this time by Hollywood Holt and a...mosh pit?
Yep. A motherf*cking mosh pit at MJQ.
But why?
All I know is that people were pushing and shoving and getting upset when you shoved back (nicely, you know, to AVOID conflicts). I apologized to everyone I shoved and they acknowledged my apologies and they, too, apologized for their pushing - at first. It must have been after midnight that the attitudes started to...morph.
Personally, I would have preferred to go to Octane as I was trying to avoid everyone's fave cheese boy and the guys we were going to meet up with were into fashion (*ahem* REMEMBER???) and if it was going to be the same crowd as the night before at Cenci, it would've been great! I didn't need to be dry-humped by the cast of Tool Academy. But it felt as though after midnight, everything started going WRONG.
I was under the impression that we were trying to avoid cheese boy, since that's what my sister told me. Unless I heard her wrong - which I DIDN'T. But we ran into him on stage. I went from footloose and fancy-free to No More Miss Nice-Guy. We said our hellos to the guys and made our way back to the dance floor. This was the point where I lost luridtraveral and his lady-friend. I was looking ALL OVER for them but I didn't have my glasses - which made it hard to see anything (but red). Sorry!
In the spirit of No More Miss Nice-Guy, everyone was a target. If you pushed me, I pushed you back, if you spilled your drink on me, I knocked it out of your hand, if you stepped on my shoes, I stomped on yours.
NO F*CKING APOLOGIES
Hollywood Holt ended up digging on my sister a little too much - which caught the attention of some b*tch girls. Now, I don't stand at the front of the stage to look pretty and make eyes with whoever is occupying that space, I stand at the front to dance, sing, yell, and have fun. These girls were all up in our sh*t for no reason. One of our friends met up with us and joined the party. Now, these chicks didn't like our friend (for some stupid ass reason) and they started shoving her. We didn't think anything of it (my sister is excluded because she was busy dancing with her EX, cheese boy) and she kept buying us Newcastles. On one of her trips back from acquiring the (giant bottles of) Newcastles, she accidentally elbowed one of those bratty chicks. In response to my friends' apology for doing that, this f*cking tranny whore hit her IN THE FACE. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I will physically fight for my friends and family if it comes to it and it came to it. We were ready for an all out fist fight but cheese boy separated us from them. (Okay, okay it was a good deed but HE was the reason I was looking for a fight...)
So, those bratty b*tches took it upon themselves to try and provoke us by bumping into us more and more and they had their guy friend start grinding (all gross-like) on my sister - to which I took one of my beers (yes, I was double fisting my beers. It was a fight night! I needed a possible weapon) and sprayed them with what was left before throwing my bottle at them. It didn't hit where I wanted but it did come down on the barefoot girl. Yes, there was a girl that was barefoot at MJQ. (Gross)
After that, our friend kept saying how much she wanted to kick that girl's a$$ and all that and I was getting all fired up and I think the guys on stage could sense it because anytime I went in the direction of the girls, one guy kept gently pushing me back. By that time, it was a full-on mosh pit.
When the house lights came on, me and my friend were ready to fight. The other girls came at us, yelling and finger-pointing while we cussed at them.
Cheese boy pushed them back and told them, in a nice way, to get the f*ck out and held us inside until they had officially left the building. I told my friend to hide her beer bottle in her jacket for weapon purposes in case we ran into them in the parking lot.
We made it all the way to The Local but we couldn't find them, so we headed back towards my friends' car.
Now, on the car ride back to my sister's house (with Cheese boy passed out in the back seat - he was our back-up in case we ran into those girls), my sister was trying to tell me that we shouldn't go out with that particular friend because she's always causing a ruckus. Oh, dear sister, on the contrary. The last time I was in a fight was that time at...Cheese boy's house party. Remember? The one where I punched his ex-girlfriend in the gut before I got man-handled away from her? I think it's Cheese boy's fault. His mere presence is what made me get all raged-out. I don't know what everyone else's problem was, but I know that he and those b*tches were my problem and I was going to try and solve it the only way I wanted to: with violence.
*NOTE: I'm not usually a violent person. I will admit, I was before but not so much now. I rarely get into fights or put myself into violent situations (unless I'm in a pit - which is rare).
The second Saturday of the month.
The second Saturday of 2009.
The FN Socials throw it every month.
It's been hit or miss since Klever doesn't participate anymore.
Usually, it's pretty mellow.
The vibe at MJQ is pretty mellow.
Everyone is friendly. Usually. Everyone is pretty nice. Usually.
But this Saturday included: the always awesome luridtraveral, a new lady-friend, one of the craziest performances: this time by Hollywood Holt and a...mosh pit?
Yep. A motherf*cking mosh pit at MJQ.
But why?
- Did the crowd from the Drunken Unicorn spill into MJQ after the show? (It has happened before but I'm not sure if "cross-contaminating" punks with party kids is allowed anymore...)
- Was it because it was raining?
- Was it because it was a full moon?
- Was it because they had all this pent up energy from the awesomeness that occurred at Cenci the night before?
- Was it because all the people who dressed nicely (me included but I only dressed nicely because we were SUPPOSED to go to Octane after midnight...) got their nice shoes (me excluded) and clothing drenched with sweat, rain and drinks?
All I know is that people were pushing and shoving and getting upset when you shoved back (nicely, you know, to AVOID conflicts). I apologized to everyone I shoved and they acknowledged my apologies and they, too, apologized for their pushing - at first. It must have been after midnight that the attitudes started to...morph.
Personally, I would have preferred to go to Octane as I was trying to avoid everyone's fave cheese boy and the guys we were going to meet up with were into fashion (*ahem* REMEMBER???) and if it was going to be the same crowd as the night before at Cenci, it would've been great! I didn't need to be dry-humped by the cast of Tool Academy. But it felt as though after midnight, everything started going WRONG.
I was under the impression that we were trying to avoid cheese boy, since that's what my sister told me. Unless I heard her wrong - which I DIDN'T. But we ran into him on stage. I went from footloose and fancy-free to No More Miss Nice-Guy. We said our hellos to the guys and made our way back to the dance floor. This was the point where I lost luridtraveral and his lady-friend. I was looking ALL OVER for them but I didn't have my glasses - which made it hard to see anything (but red). Sorry!
In the spirit of No More Miss Nice-Guy, everyone was a target. If you pushed me, I pushed you back, if you spilled your drink on me, I knocked it out of your hand, if you stepped on my shoes, I stomped on yours.
NO F*CKING APOLOGIES
Hollywood Holt ended up digging on my sister a little too much - which caught the attention of some b*tch girls. Now, I don't stand at the front of the stage to look pretty and make eyes with whoever is occupying that space, I stand at the front to dance, sing, yell, and have fun. These girls were all up in our sh*t for no reason. One of our friends met up with us and joined the party. Now, these chicks didn't like our friend (for some stupid ass reason) and they started shoving her. We didn't think anything of it (my sister is excluded because she was busy dancing with her EX, cheese boy) and she kept buying us Newcastles. On one of her trips back from acquiring the (giant bottles of) Newcastles, she accidentally elbowed one of those bratty chicks. In response to my friends' apology for doing that, this f*cking tranny whore hit her IN THE FACE. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I will physically fight for my friends and family if it comes to it and it came to it. We were ready for an all out fist fight but cheese boy separated us from them. (Okay, okay it was a good deed but HE was the reason I was looking for a fight...)
So, those bratty b*tches took it upon themselves to try and provoke us by bumping into us more and more and they had their guy friend start grinding (all gross-like) on my sister - to which I took one of my beers (yes, I was double fisting my beers. It was a fight night! I needed a possible weapon) and sprayed them with what was left before throwing my bottle at them. It didn't hit where I wanted but it did come down on the barefoot girl. Yes, there was a girl that was barefoot at MJQ. (Gross)
After that, our friend kept saying how much she wanted to kick that girl's a$$ and all that and I was getting all fired up and I think the guys on stage could sense it because anytime I went in the direction of the girls, one guy kept gently pushing me back. By that time, it was a full-on mosh pit.
When the house lights came on, me and my friend were ready to fight. The other girls came at us, yelling and finger-pointing while we cussed at them.
Cheese boy pushed them back and told them, in a nice way, to get the f*ck out and held us inside until they had officially left the building. I told my friend to hide her beer bottle in her jacket for weapon purposes in case we ran into them in the parking lot.
We made it all the way to The Local but we couldn't find them, so we headed back towards my friends' car.
Now, on the car ride back to my sister's house (with Cheese boy passed out in the back seat - he was our back-up in case we ran into those girls), my sister was trying to tell me that we shouldn't go out with that particular friend because she's always causing a ruckus. Oh, dear sister, on the contrary. The last time I was in a fight was that time at...Cheese boy's house party. Remember? The one where I punched his ex-girlfriend in the gut before I got man-handled away from her? I think it's Cheese boy's fault. His mere presence is what made me get all raged-out. I don't know what everyone else's problem was, but I know that he and those b*tches were my problem and I was going to try and solve it the only way I wanted to: with violence.
*NOTE: I'm not usually a violent person. I will admit, I was before but not so much now. I rarely get into fights or put myself into violent situations (unless I'm in a pit - which is rare).