Crazy Like a Buffalo
Oh shit...let's see if any of you fools can guess how rad my night was.
Minus getting denied at the Bovine...very disappoinited since I heard the legend of Tegan was there and I really wanted to meet that girl. Next time I will remember to take the stolen Heine out of my jacket pocket.
Anyway you crazy kids...on with the story you say? This is history you say? Oh you are correct my friends and let me tell you something else...
My friend Tara drops by the studio yesterday around 3pm with some promising words..."Are you coming to the Vines tonight??"
"It's sold out...tickets are expensive too yo."
"I got you a ticket like a month ago fool!"
"Shit yo, you da shit."
So that's it. History in the beginning. We started drinking wine in mass amounts later that night. Heather and another chick come over. Hot chicks, rock and roll, wine...fo real I could end the story here and you would be brimming with satisfaction...as was I.
We got to the show late and soon realized we had missed Jet...shit. I had a vodka and cranberry and smoked a splif with buddy behind me...and danced like a twitchy stripper. It was mass amounts of fun.
I am now attached to fur. I think it must have been Heather's rabbit fur coat that did it...but while we were getting our shit from coat check...Jet's drum tech asked us to come backstage. This shit only happens when you get fur involved...fur=heaven, no?
So we went backstage because the bands were obviously starved for normal, non-prostitute looking girls to chill with...which was all kiinds of fine for us. We drank Heine's and talked about stuff...I don't recall what cause I was toasted...but cool stuff I do not doubt.
After stealing an import and finishing my cigarette, the decision was made to move on. This situation wasn't going to get better. I am all for going backstage to hang with rock stars...but it got boring. Plus, Heather was hungry. We told the bands to go to the Bovine, it was my friend Paul's birthday and we had plans to join the PAR-tay. The bands were like "cool yo, we'll go to the Bovine." I doubt they did cause yo, I saw the itinerary and they had to be back on the road pronto. Too bad, poor rockstars.
Anyways...that's when we got turned away at the Bovine *tear*
I can't believe I was sending them such great customers and that is how I was repaid...trash! Not only did I not get to meet Tegan, but I missed Paul's B-day.
Moral of the story: No matter how bad music keeps getting...we can't stop going to rock shows.
Please do your best to save rock stars from cougars in tacky hooker ware.
Peace,
Mandymofo
Oh shit...let's see if any of you fools can guess how rad my night was.
Minus getting denied at the Bovine...very disappoinited since I heard the legend of Tegan was there and I really wanted to meet that girl. Next time I will remember to take the stolen Heine out of my jacket pocket.
Anyway you crazy kids...on with the story you say? This is history you say? Oh you are correct my friends and let me tell you something else...
My friend Tara drops by the studio yesterday around 3pm with some promising words..."Are you coming to the Vines tonight??"
"It's sold out...tickets are expensive too yo."
"I got you a ticket like a month ago fool!"
"Shit yo, you da shit."
So that's it. History in the beginning. We started drinking wine in mass amounts later that night. Heather and another chick come over. Hot chicks, rock and roll, wine...fo real I could end the story here and you would be brimming with satisfaction...as was I.
We got to the show late and soon realized we had missed Jet...shit. I had a vodka and cranberry and smoked a splif with buddy behind me...and danced like a twitchy stripper. It was mass amounts of fun.
I am now attached to fur. I think it must have been Heather's rabbit fur coat that did it...but while we were getting our shit from coat check...Jet's drum tech asked us to come backstage. This shit only happens when you get fur involved...fur=heaven, no?
So we went backstage because the bands were obviously starved for normal, non-prostitute looking girls to chill with...which was all kiinds of fine for us. We drank Heine's and talked about stuff...I don't recall what cause I was toasted...but cool stuff I do not doubt.
After stealing an import and finishing my cigarette, the decision was made to move on. This situation wasn't going to get better. I am all for going backstage to hang with rock stars...but it got boring. Plus, Heather was hungry. We told the bands to go to the Bovine, it was my friend Paul's birthday and we had plans to join the PAR-tay. The bands were like "cool yo, we'll go to the Bovine." I doubt they did cause yo, I saw the itinerary and they had to be back on the road pronto. Too bad, poor rockstars.
Anyways...that's when we got turned away at the Bovine *tear*
I can't believe I was sending them such great customers and that is how I was repaid...trash! Not only did I not get to meet Tegan, but I missed Paul's B-day.
Moral of the story: No matter how bad music keeps getting...we can't stop going to rock shows.
Please do your best to save rock stars from cougars in tacky hooker ware.
Peace,
Mandymofo
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im so sad that my life is so boring now. lol.