Im (not) with the band!
Seriously though, what an awesome fuckin night. I go out to see my favorite band, and dude at the door lets me in free. Then, all my friends decided they were gonna wait till the suns came on (which was midnight) to get there, so ive got this big ass table reserved for 12 people, sittin at it by myself. so Leevon (bassist) comes over to say hey and we get to talkin about Jaco Pastorius vs. Victor Wooten. Next thing you know all the bands are over hangin out, Royal Family , Whiskey Shit Vomit , and of course THE Mutha' fuckin Bastard Suns!!! . So all night long everytime I go to order something, the bartenders like o.k. here you go, your clay right (lead singer of the bastard suns) and i keep tellin her no. at one point clay even walks up to the bar with me, and we demonstrate, im blue...hes clay...hes in the band....im not.
anyways, i got pretty toasted and by the time trhe show was over i was friggin wrecked... i went outside for a smoke and was plannin on goin back in to tell the guys they did a great job (ha! we even managed to get a pit goin....which the cops broke up within 30 seconds....) when my friends come out and were all talkin about what a great show it was.. well, my D.D. jew-boy said alright lets go, and i forgot what the hell i was doin so we hopped in my truck and he drove me to the after party where i was crashin.
yup. forgot to pay my tab.
So I go in yesterday, expectn to get chewed out by someday, whether by one of the bartenders or by the managers. so i go up tell em how i forgot and tell em im ready to pay....but they tell me they dont have a tab in my name.... curious, after lookin around she finds the manager, he comes over sees me and goes "ohhhhh here ya go, great show man!" so i tell him im not in the band... ohhhh...
so he tells me what happened is i had left, and he had walked over near closing time saw my i.d. and asked the girl at the bar why it was still here. she told him i still had an open tab. he thought i was the percussionist (jason) and told her to comp it, so she told him "no hes not the singer, clays the singer" he had no clue what she was talkin bout, cause he knew i wasnt the singer, figgered she was confused, so comped it himself.
so after we figgered it out he said aw hell, i dont care. those guys brought in so much bussiness i coulda comped a dozen peoples drink and we still woulda made bank. i said okay then, and left a twenty for the bartender and went on my merry way.
free admission
free food
free alcohol (i know my tab was around 80)
flirtin with all the girls and partyin my ass of with all my friends
......and everyones cool with it
Lesson? It's Good to be (Not) In the Band
Seriously though, what an awesome fuckin night. I go out to see my favorite band, and dude at the door lets me in free. Then, all my friends decided they were gonna wait till the suns came on (which was midnight) to get there, so ive got this big ass table reserved for 12 people, sittin at it by myself. so Leevon (bassist) comes over to say hey and we get to talkin about Jaco Pastorius vs. Victor Wooten. Next thing you know all the bands are over hangin out, Royal Family , Whiskey Shit Vomit , and of course THE Mutha' fuckin Bastard Suns!!! . So all night long everytime I go to order something, the bartenders like o.k. here you go, your clay right (lead singer of the bastard suns) and i keep tellin her no. at one point clay even walks up to the bar with me, and we demonstrate, im blue...hes clay...hes in the band....im not.
anyways, i got pretty toasted and by the time trhe show was over i was friggin wrecked... i went outside for a smoke and was plannin on goin back in to tell the guys they did a great job (ha! we even managed to get a pit goin....which the cops broke up within 30 seconds....) when my friends come out and were all talkin about what a great show it was.. well, my D.D. jew-boy said alright lets go, and i forgot what the hell i was doin so we hopped in my truck and he drove me to the after party where i was crashin.
yup. forgot to pay my tab.
So I go in yesterday, expectn to get chewed out by someday, whether by one of the bartenders or by the managers. so i go up tell em how i forgot and tell em im ready to pay....but they tell me they dont have a tab in my name.... curious, after lookin around she finds the manager, he comes over sees me and goes "ohhhhh here ya go, great show man!" so i tell him im not in the band... ohhhh...
so he tells me what happened is i had left, and he had walked over near closing time saw my i.d. and asked the girl at the bar why it was still here. she told him i still had an open tab. he thought i was the percussionist (jason) and told her to comp it, so she told him "no hes not the singer, clays the singer" he had no clue what she was talkin bout, cause he knew i wasnt the singer, figgered she was confused, so comped it himself.
so after we figgered it out he said aw hell, i dont care. those guys brought in so much bussiness i coulda comped a dozen peoples drink and we still woulda made bank. i said okay then, and left a twenty for the bartender and went on my merry way.
free admission
free food
free alcohol (i know my tab was around 80)
flirtin with all the girls and partyin my ass of with all my friends
......and everyones cool with it
Lesson? It's Good to be (Not) In the Band
riz:
That's fucking awesome. You need to (not) be in more bands!! 