Well,, today was exciting.
I actually made it to spanish today. Afterwards I met up with Luke in the courtyard. He was hanging out with this girl named Kara ("Hi, I'm Kara; I drive a Caravan!) who Alia had bitched about to me at length (because of the whole Caravan thing). Afterwards, Luke, Nick and I went to see
The end Of The Century, the Ramones documentary. It was awesome.
This evening, Luke, Kyle and I headed to The Echo Lounge to see a bunch of psychobilly bands. None of the bands were very good (growling into the mic while the bands played decent rockabilly), but it was still a fun time. We all got pretty drunk.
After the show we headed to Taco Cabana, where Luke and I convinced the cashier to sell us a pitcher of margaritas even though it was after cutoff. There was a LOT of tequila in the margaritas; we had to call Luke's roommate to coem help us drink them because Luke and Kyle were too fucked up and I was rapidly approached too fucked up to drive. After chilling there for a while we were finally able to make it home.
Overall it was a fun, if uneventful, night.
Addendum: Don't you just love the funny things tequila does to your brain? Go, mild hallucinagens floating in alcohol! I'm leaving the grotesque spelling, structural, and tense errors in for effect and humor.
I actually made it to spanish today. Afterwards I met up with Luke in the courtyard. He was hanging out with this girl named Kara ("Hi, I'm Kara; I drive a Caravan!) who Alia had bitched about to me at length (because of the whole Caravan thing). Afterwards, Luke, Nick and I went to see
The end Of The Century, the Ramones documentary. It was awesome.
This evening, Luke, Kyle and I headed to The Echo Lounge to see a bunch of psychobilly bands. None of the bands were very good (growling into the mic while the bands played decent rockabilly), but it was still a fun time. We all got pretty drunk.
After the show we headed to Taco Cabana, where Luke and I convinced the cashier to sell us a pitcher of margaritas even though it was after cutoff. There was a LOT of tequila in the margaritas; we had to call Luke's roommate to coem help us drink them because Luke and Kyle were too fucked up and I was rapidly approached too fucked up to drive. After chilling there for a while we were finally able to make it home.
Overall it was a fun, if uneventful, night.
Addendum: Don't you just love the funny things tequila does to your brain? Go, mild hallucinagens floating in alcohol! I'm leaving the grotesque spelling, structural, and tense errors in for effect and humor.
I went to a rockabilly show here in town about a year and a half ago. There were three or four bands on the bill, and one of them was this one-man act called Bloodshot Bill. He had a guitar and a bass drum, and he just sat there on stage ripping the hell out of his guitar and kicking the shit outta that drum. He had the weirdest voice I've ever heard from a singer, though - really high and nasal. Buddy could sing anyway. He kept spitting huge gobs of chew out on the stage between lines. The guy was fucking hardcore.
One of the other acts was pure country, and bad country at that. Bill gave the guy such a disgusted look I swore he was gonna climb back up onstage and shitkick him. I would have paid extra to see that.