Just got done listening to Frank Rizzo, Saul Rosenburg and Kissel on the Jerky Boys CD that I finally got my hands on. It's good for a laugh, it's so damn absurd, those silly Yankee-Yorkers!
Anyhow, things have been busy, busy on this end. Trying to get the house, the yard & the camper all winterized before it gets too cold. Plastic needs to go up on all the windows in this overgrown cottage and we need to buy a third space heater! The price of natural gas is suppose to skyrocket to an average of $350 per household, per month! WTF? Thank God I have a fireplace!
I went to see the Suicide Girl burlesque show with Adam on Sunday. There was this KILLER opening band of 3 Japanese chickies, called TSU SHI MA ME RE. A singer/lead guitar player, bass player and drummer. The bass player was a female version of Flea, I swear it! I have not seen 3 girls throw down like THAT in a while! The SG girls were good, too. Lots of electrical tape and pasties, perfectly round boobs and great bikini wax jobs were to be enjoyed by all. Except, we couldn't see a whole lot of ass, because it was at the Beachland Ballroom and they needed to be up on a platform or something, to be seen properly. So, that got annoying after awhile. Also, this Drew Carey/Freddy Kruger, striped shirt wearing, hybrid from fucking hell was annoying, too!
This asshole walked with a limp...on purpose, I don't know. But, he was there with this gorgeous lil' thang and he was this drunk, drugged, which ever, big, burly, ugly, greasy, beast! (I don't get it, dude!) They kept playing hide n' seek and chasing each other through the crowd, barreling into people as they did it. It was quite a sight...Adam and I were scared and we stood there minding our own business, up against the wall, out of the way. Doesn't this asshole have to come and stand by us, not once, not twice, but three different times? And then he had the odasity to push empty beer bottles and an ashtray down the ledge, right into my stuff! I started yelling, then they finally took the hint. Oh, yes, but karma caught up with him. Just as we were leaving, doesn't this asshole fall face first, onto the ground, trying to get through the door? (Thank God he was still inside the building, falling onto the linoleum floor!!!) I just stood there and stared at him, as if I could pick his fat ass up! Security dragged him out (obviously, he had pissed off a lot of people) and then he stumbled out the door and sat in a metal folding chair, outside. He told the girl to keep walking and to leave him there...and man, did she ever! Heh, heh...it doesn't pay to be an asshole sometimes!
Anyhow, my point of writing about this asshole is as follows: It seems that when ever Adam & I go to a concert, there ALWAYS has to be some asshole that will fuck with us. And we are ALWAYS minding our own business, standing out of the way, every fucking time. I SWEAR I WEAR A BIG FUCKING MAGNET ON MY HEAD TO ATTRACT THESE ASSHOLES! Maybe it's because we (Adam & I) are both big people, that others think we won't mess with them. What a stupid mentality! After that night, I promised myself that if anyone ever trys to ruin my night, which I paid my good, hard-earned money to go and see, that I am just going to start screaming at them. It seemed to be effective. Maybe that's what they are secretly seeking in the first place, or maybe they just don't care. Well, maybe I don't care either, anymore!
On another note, I am praying for & sending good ju-ju to everyone who's down or facing hard times right about now. I wish I was rich, I'd help everyone out, because seeing people happy and helping others is what I am all about! At least to those people that matter...We need another party and a big bowl of mashed potatoes to escape reality, at least for a little while!
Anyhow, things have been busy, busy on this end. Trying to get the house, the yard & the camper all winterized before it gets too cold. Plastic needs to go up on all the windows in this overgrown cottage and we need to buy a third space heater! The price of natural gas is suppose to skyrocket to an average of $350 per household, per month! WTF? Thank God I have a fireplace!
I went to see the Suicide Girl burlesque show with Adam on Sunday. There was this KILLER opening band of 3 Japanese chickies, called TSU SHI MA ME RE. A singer/lead guitar player, bass player and drummer. The bass player was a female version of Flea, I swear it! I have not seen 3 girls throw down like THAT in a while! The SG girls were good, too. Lots of electrical tape and pasties, perfectly round boobs and great bikini wax jobs were to be enjoyed by all. Except, we couldn't see a whole lot of ass, because it was at the Beachland Ballroom and they needed to be up on a platform or something, to be seen properly. So, that got annoying after awhile. Also, this Drew Carey/Freddy Kruger, striped shirt wearing, hybrid from fucking hell was annoying, too!
This asshole walked with a limp...on purpose, I don't know. But, he was there with this gorgeous lil' thang and he was this drunk, drugged, which ever, big, burly, ugly, greasy, beast! (I don't get it, dude!) They kept playing hide n' seek and chasing each other through the crowd, barreling into people as they did it. It was quite a sight...Adam and I were scared and we stood there minding our own business, up against the wall, out of the way. Doesn't this asshole have to come and stand by us, not once, not twice, but three different times? And then he had the odasity to push empty beer bottles and an ashtray down the ledge, right into my stuff! I started yelling, then they finally took the hint. Oh, yes, but karma caught up with him. Just as we were leaving, doesn't this asshole fall face first, onto the ground, trying to get through the door? (Thank God he was still inside the building, falling onto the linoleum floor!!!) I just stood there and stared at him, as if I could pick his fat ass up! Security dragged him out (obviously, he had pissed off a lot of people) and then he stumbled out the door and sat in a metal folding chair, outside. He told the girl to keep walking and to leave him there...and man, did she ever! Heh, heh...it doesn't pay to be an asshole sometimes!
Anyhow, my point of writing about this asshole is as follows: It seems that when ever Adam & I go to a concert, there ALWAYS has to be some asshole that will fuck with us. And we are ALWAYS minding our own business, standing out of the way, every fucking time. I SWEAR I WEAR A BIG FUCKING MAGNET ON MY HEAD TO ATTRACT THESE ASSHOLES! Maybe it's because we (Adam & I) are both big people, that others think we won't mess with them. What a stupid mentality! After that night, I promised myself that if anyone ever trys to ruin my night, which I paid my good, hard-earned money to go and see, that I am just going to start screaming at them. It seemed to be effective. Maybe that's what they are secretly seeking in the first place, or maybe they just don't care. Well, maybe I don't care either, anymore!
On another note, I am praying for & sending good ju-ju to everyone who's down or facing hard times right about now. I wish I was rich, I'd help everyone out, because seeing people happy and helping others is what I am all about! At least to those people that matter...We need another party and a big bowl of mashed potatoes to escape reality, at least for a little while!
worldly:
That's sucks having to deal with gregarious people when you're just trying to enjoy yourself. I wanted to go to the sho myself, but homework called. And save those pennies, and keep the heat at 50!