christ, im getting old im 24. (hopefully, forever)
-im going gray. (must redye soon)
-i want to settle down. (with a girl i still can go and party it up with every night)
-I THREW MY BACK OUT THIS MORNING!
no joke kids... as i was stepping in to my wonderfull 10 speed massage head shower, as i do every morning. i noticed my foot heading for my roomates mach 3 razor that was lying on the floor of the tub. in a-not-so-valiant-attempt to avoid it, i twisted my already obtuse body just the slightest bit.. and pop.
alas, its not the story i wish it was, like, maybe saving Zooey Dreschnel from an abusive boyfriend at a club. and recieving a really cool scar on my body from the broken bottle he attacked me with. and every night after we make love, she careses the scar and tells me how beutiful she thinks it looks on me because it .....
i digress.
but maybe it did have something to do with the amazing night i had at BarSinister last night. i was not looking forward to it in the first place for a couple of reasons...
-its right around the corner from the Burgundy Room. though i truly love this "trendy" area of hollywood, but my ex lives in that area and of recently, i have found out that she has been haunting my favourite drinkatoriums. it was very clear in the breakup that she got to keep the Powerhouse Bar and BeuteyBar. i got BarSinister and we would share on civil terms the Burgundy Room. sure enough, she was there at Sinister.
-this only added to the fact the i have put on most of the weight i had lost. so needless to say, i didnt feel like my usual sexy psychobilly self, espesially at that very moment.
never the less, i always set out to make the best of a bad situation. my first plan of action was to get smashed. gloriously drunk.... what transpires next at the bar is nothing short of amazing.
-get bartenders attention.
-order a round for my friends
-she's hot, i leave a 30 dollar tip.
-she is amazed and asks if i also am a bartender.
-"yes. why yes i am (twinkle in my eye)"
-drinks are on the house for the rest of the night.
-i ask if she wants to see The Dresden Dolls this wednesday?
-she replies, "see them? i KNOW them."
-introduces me to the drummer.
-i "buy" him a drink, he's a fellow Jack D drinker.
-we hang out and talk music.
-find out that he loves The Murder City Devils also.
-we vacate to the VIP lounge and get lap dances from a dominatrix.
-slips me backstage passes to their show on wednesday at the troubadour.
-he needs to go. play vegas hard rock tonight.
-i thank the bartender and finally ask her name.
-Raven
-find friends.
-drink more
-i actually danced! after more drinks.
-ex finds me and starts dancing with me.
-she touches my ass
-im uncomfortable
-she asks, "seeing anybody?"
-i want to die
-Raven cuts in and announces that im spoken for tonight.
-we dance to Rammstien's version of Rod Stewart's If You Think I'm Sexy.
-wants to introduce me to her friend at the Doll's show on wed.
-drink time
-find friends
-last call, more drinks
-friends haul my drunken corpse to the car.
-before i pass out, Lia asks where i disapeared to all night?
-giggle..zzzzzzz
so maybe im finally aging a bit. even peter pan grew up. but im not old. Hell, im just entering my prime.
-im going gray. (must redye soon)
-i want to settle down. (with a girl i still can go and party it up with every night)
-I THREW MY BACK OUT THIS MORNING!
no joke kids... as i was stepping in to my wonderfull 10 speed massage head shower, as i do every morning. i noticed my foot heading for my roomates mach 3 razor that was lying on the floor of the tub. in a-not-so-valiant-attempt to avoid it, i twisted my already obtuse body just the slightest bit.. and pop.
alas, its not the story i wish it was, like, maybe saving Zooey Dreschnel from an abusive boyfriend at a club. and recieving a really cool scar on my body from the broken bottle he attacked me with. and every night after we make love, she careses the scar and tells me how beutiful she thinks it looks on me because it .....
i digress.
but maybe it did have something to do with the amazing night i had at BarSinister last night. i was not looking forward to it in the first place for a couple of reasons...
-its right around the corner from the Burgundy Room. though i truly love this "trendy" area of hollywood, but my ex lives in that area and of recently, i have found out that she has been haunting my favourite drinkatoriums. it was very clear in the breakup that she got to keep the Powerhouse Bar and BeuteyBar. i got BarSinister and we would share on civil terms the Burgundy Room. sure enough, she was there at Sinister.
-this only added to the fact the i have put on most of the weight i had lost. so needless to say, i didnt feel like my usual sexy psychobilly self, espesially at that very moment.
never the less, i always set out to make the best of a bad situation. my first plan of action was to get smashed. gloriously drunk.... what transpires next at the bar is nothing short of amazing.
-get bartenders attention.
-order a round for my friends
-she's hot, i leave a 30 dollar tip.
-she is amazed and asks if i also am a bartender.
-"yes. why yes i am (twinkle in my eye)"
-drinks are on the house for the rest of the night.
-i ask if she wants to see The Dresden Dolls this wednesday?
-she replies, "see them? i KNOW them."
-introduces me to the drummer.
-i "buy" him a drink, he's a fellow Jack D drinker.
-we hang out and talk music.
-find out that he loves The Murder City Devils also.
-we vacate to the VIP lounge and get lap dances from a dominatrix.
-slips me backstage passes to their show on wednesday at the troubadour.
-he needs to go. play vegas hard rock tonight.
-i thank the bartender and finally ask her name.
-Raven
-find friends.
-drink more
-i actually danced! after more drinks.
-ex finds me and starts dancing with me.
-she touches my ass
-im uncomfortable
-she asks, "seeing anybody?"
-i want to die
-Raven cuts in and announces that im spoken for tonight.
-we dance to Rammstien's version of Rod Stewart's If You Think I'm Sexy.
-wants to introduce me to her friend at the Doll's show on wed.
-drink time
-find friends
-last call, more drinks
-friends haul my drunken corpse to the car.
-before i pass out, Lia asks where i disapeared to all night?
-giggle..zzzzzzz
so maybe im finally aging a bit. even peter pan grew up. but im not old. Hell, im just entering my prime.