deckwreck

Last night I saw A Flock Of Seagulls. And, since the show was in Alpharetta, I decided to hit on lonely looking thirty-something women because, lets face it, how hilarious is the idea of some punk kid (I scened myself up as much as possible for the show, wearing my tightest pants, most obscure band shirt, and my pin-covered army cap to the side. Ha!) mercilessly hitting on lonely soccer moms? So I finally found one that was sans husband or boyfriend and I started talking to her. It was going okay for a few minutes, but then my stupid friends just had to bring up the fact that we'd all like to see Bush drawn and quartered. She rolled her eyes and took the fuck off. Ah well. So I spent the rest of the evening drinking, dancing, and generally mocking all of the yuppies. It was a good time.

Oh, and last night I had a dream that I was the replacement bass player in Pantera. Yeah, I have no idea where the fuck that came from.