So tonight I went to go see the Donnas and the Explosion play as part of WBCN`s X-Mas Rave. The show was decent, whatever. Nothing special. The Donnas are hot. So after the show, I go outside the venue, and I run into Ron of the Lost City Angels/ Spring Heeled Jack fame. I`m shootin the shit with him for a bit, askin about the new album, etc when he asks me if I want to go to the post party for WBCN. I, being the good student that i am, turn down the offer because i have class at 8am the next morning. So i come home, thinkin bummer, i`m missin out. I get back to my room and what do i do for the next 3 hours?? huh?? play Snood. I could be at a fucking party with the Donnas right now. FUCK.
missprint:
Sounds like something I would do. I'm always skipping out on stuff to do work and more often than not I end up wasting time doing rediculous things like building shelving and masturbating. Oh well.