So last night, I was all excited to go to a "Pork and Porn" extravaganza about five blocks from my apartment: lots of good local bands, old French porn movies projected on the walls, burlesque shows (no doubt by local, lovely alterna-chicks), and fucking BARBCUE.
So I put on kinda sorta stylish old-timey clothes, don this weird tweed cap-type thing that I only wear on occasions like this, and stroll down there.
When I get there, I notice that everyone is dressed hip-hop style, and appear to be under 25. "Um, what is this?" I ask the ticket taker. Am informed that it's a kinda hip hop kinda rock show. Leave, chagrined.
Wrong weekend, tool.
So I go back home, get drunk, and watch a bunch of Stan Brakhage films. Whatever.
Good news: it's going to happen next weekend. I don't know what I'll wear.
So I put on kinda sorta stylish old-timey clothes, don this weird tweed cap-type thing that I only wear on occasions like this, and stroll down there.
When I get there, I notice that everyone is dressed hip-hop style, and appear to be under 25. "Um, what is this?" I ask the ticket taker. Am informed that it's a kinda hip hop kinda rock show. Leave, chagrined.
Wrong weekend, tool.
So I go back home, get drunk, and watch a bunch of Stan Brakhage films. Whatever.
Good news: it's going to happen next weekend. I don't know what I'll wear.
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longlostsapper:
Thanks, but after getting shit on enough you start to realize that's all you deserve
mutantbaby1:
Yeah man, Those particular SG hopefuls kinda stuck out to me so I had to show them some 