hahahahaha
tonight i witnessed the funniest thing i've ever seen at the meridian room, and that's saying something. jab was telling me this story about when he was a little kid, and in the middle of the night his mom came downstairs and cold busted him eating a stick of butter out of the fridge. at this point in the story, kingsimon walks up and offers jab a stick of butter. we're all goading him to eat it, but he refuses. then finally he peels it open, places his fingers about a quarter-inch apart to indicate that he is only going to take a small bite of the butter, then proceeds to deep throat the fucking thing. he ate 3/4 of that stick of butter in one bite, chewed it up and swalloed it, and chased it with a newcastle. i absolutely had tears streaming down my face, i was laughing so hard. i could hardly breathe.
ok also, at one point, CptWithIt and i wandered over to the Bar of Soap to see the Sleazy Mancini's, a surf quartet. dick dale was playing tonight at clearview, but i hate that club and this was free. there's something great about seeing a grey-haired dude in tight black jeans and white creepers playing a gibson hollow-body with a leopard-fur pickguard. bad ass. plus i hear our friend Z13 used to play bass for these cats a while back.
tonight i witnessed the funniest thing i've ever seen at the meridian room, and that's saying something. jab was telling me this story about when he was a little kid, and in the middle of the night his mom came downstairs and cold busted him eating a stick of butter out of the fridge. at this point in the story, kingsimon walks up and offers jab a stick of butter. we're all goading him to eat it, but he refuses. then finally he peels it open, places his fingers about a quarter-inch apart to indicate that he is only going to take a small bite of the butter, then proceeds to deep throat the fucking thing. he ate 3/4 of that stick of butter in one bite, chewed it up and swalloed it, and chased it with a newcastle. i absolutely had tears streaming down my face, i was laughing so hard. i could hardly breathe.
ok also, at one point, CptWithIt and i wandered over to the Bar of Soap to see the Sleazy Mancini's, a surf quartet. dick dale was playing tonight at clearview, but i hate that club and this was free. there's something great about seeing a grey-haired dude in tight black jeans and white creepers playing a gibson hollow-body with a leopard-fur pickguard. bad ass. plus i hear our friend Z13 used to play bass for these cats a while back.
i used to love going to hollywood five and dime just to check out the old cat shine up his ride. i used to fantasize about being an old lady and having a fella like that to bring me my whisky. isn't he in a band still? the flaming hellcats or something like that.