Well well well ... I think I am marked for death. I got the monkey finger pointing of doom from Lucy.
I think I might have possibly made up for that later ... but one never knows these things.
However ... it was nice to finally meet her and know that it was her ... not like the two or three times I swear I've seen her ... yet it wasn't her.
Martina is the shit when it comes to liking kick ass music. And her friend with the multi-coloured hair ... not only cute, but she also kicks ass. And crawls under the table to get out instead of making people move. That's the type of brain I like. I WANT HER BRAIN. MMMMMMMMM .... brain.
Uhh .... right. Anyways ... it's always a blast hanging out with Hexe and her "personal limousine service/ handyman/ wallet/ and on rare occasions, lover."
Same goes for Radiofrank, despite him being quiter than a piece of cotton rubbing up on some felt.
It was nice to finally actually chat with Petor and know that other people have it worse off in retail than me. Thanks for the ego boost man. I will say though, it is pretty decent of Petor to house Freakpirate during his stay. Kudos to that.
Speaking of FreakPirate ... Paintedbat was also in attendance. She seemed to be having fun in her own little world as she stared off into space. Or something.
And brief appearances by Shayne and Oryx made the night whole.
I'm prolly missing someone ... oops.
Anyways ... dinner was pretty decent. Worst Pad Thai I've ever eaten and the waiter was ... interesting. As was Bruce Lee's stunt double/ manager. Dude looked like he was a deer and we were all headlights.
We then went to Fun Haus and listened to one of the worst bands that has ever stepped foot on this earth. Yes ... I mean this when I say that they were worse than Serial Joe. They were fucking close to Creed level on the scale of suck ... but I think all of us at least once found ourselves slip into the bopping head to the beat routine. *shudder*
But after they vacated, it picked up and we were treated to a cracked out dude in a Leafs jersey. I'm pretty sure he thought he was roaming the clouds or something as he kept pretending he was an airplane.
And there was some dude in his pyjamas. You know ... not that there is anything wrong with that.
All in all ... fun times. Good times. Good friends and new friends.
Yay.
I think I might have possibly made up for that later ... but one never knows these things.
However ... it was nice to finally meet her and know that it was her ... not like the two or three times I swear I've seen her ... yet it wasn't her.
Martina is the shit when it comes to liking kick ass music. And her friend with the multi-coloured hair ... not only cute, but she also kicks ass. And crawls under the table to get out instead of making people move. That's the type of brain I like. I WANT HER BRAIN. MMMMMMMMM .... brain.
Uhh .... right. Anyways ... it's always a blast hanging out with Hexe and her "personal limousine service/ handyman/ wallet/ and on rare occasions, lover."
Same goes for Radiofrank, despite him being quiter than a piece of cotton rubbing up on some felt.
It was nice to finally actually chat with Petor and know that other people have it worse off in retail than me. Thanks for the ego boost man. I will say though, it is pretty decent of Petor to house Freakpirate during his stay. Kudos to that.
Speaking of FreakPirate ... Paintedbat was also in attendance. She seemed to be having fun in her own little world as she stared off into space. Or something.
And brief appearances by Shayne and Oryx made the night whole.
I'm prolly missing someone ... oops.
Anyways ... dinner was pretty decent. Worst Pad Thai I've ever eaten and the waiter was ... interesting. As was Bruce Lee's stunt double/ manager. Dude looked like he was a deer and we were all headlights.
We then went to Fun Haus and listened to one of the worst bands that has ever stepped foot on this earth. Yes ... I mean this when I say that they were worse than Serial Joe. They were fucking close to Creed level on the scale of suck ... but I think all of us at least once found ourselves slip into the bopping head to the beat routine. *shudder*
But after they vacated, it picked up and we were treated to a cracked out dude in a Leafs jersey. I'm pretty sure he thought he was roaming the clouds or something as he kept pretending he was an airplane.
And there was some dude in his pyjamas. You know ... not that there is anything wrong with that.
All in all ... fun times. Good times. Good friends and new friends.
Yay.
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anyways, I'm showing some art on the 10th. Not sure where it is... it's nothing big, this girl I know is playing and invitied me to display some artwork at the show. It's going to be a typical lesbian event, didn't think anyone would be all that interested in it, so I didn't bother mentioning it...
and yeah, Scratching Post is now known as Minx. It changed back in September. www.myspace.com/minx
I suppose that I should really try not being a wallflower at these gatherings of ours, but it's far too easy to just sit back and observe everything. I'll get over it sooner or later.