Being deathly ill does fuckin' wonders for my body...
Had I ever been a sexy, skinny boy... now is that time. Due to my 2 weeks of eating a meal-a-day, I'm at just under 180 pounds. My pants don't fit quite right, but that may be because my belt is broken.
I only lost about 7 or 8 pounds anyway, but man it's neat...
But I went to the doctor on Thursday, and got the medicine that will make me all happy body again, and they're already working quite well, I'm feeling much better... and those 7 or 8 pounds will return to me.
As a matter of fact, the drugs are working SO well, that I was able to attend the Flogging Molly show tonight at the Riviera.
Let's start from the beginning:
Part 1: The Lessons You Learn
Halloween makes for very, very interesting rides on the CTA trains. Not even that there were people in costumes yet, but on my ride up to the theater, I was aptly entertained by one drunk fellow that just got on after a business party.
Him "I'm drunk..."
Girl "Oh, I'm sorry..."
Him "Nah, my life has gotten so much better since I became an alcoholic. It's a status symbol"
Girl "....."
Him "You go into a job interview and tell them you're an alcoholic, the boss'd be like... 'You too? Here's $20,000'"
Girl "....."
Him "You want a job?"
Girl "I like my job"
Him "I'm drunk"
Girl "You told me that"
Him *Falls asleep*
Yes, that was a VERY accurate recap of the fantastic events that I had to entertain me.
When I arrive at the theater, some god awful band called Inept is performing. They're your average local screamo band...
After that, a band called ZOX came on. I had seen them before with Gogol Bordello, but they were a little better tonight. Still a pretty good band. They did a cover of "Where is My Mind?" by The Pixies... and the violinist sang it... he shouldn't be allowed to sing.
Finally, Bedoiun (sp?) Soundclash came on... which is techinally a Canadian Reggae band. The music was great, but I wasn't a big fan of the singer. Maybe they sound better on the albums.
All during this, I was absolutely entertained again by a group of 6 guys that were plastered by 8 pm. They referred to me as "the tall guy" for the entire night, and man were they fun.
After being told by about 5 other random people that I'm "really, really tall.... guhhh", Flogging Molly was about to come on, so as usual, I gravitated towards the center of the people-mass because everyone knows that's where the fun is.
I procede to walk in front of a girl for a moment who chimes in with "Gah! You're really tall! Can't you stand somewhere else?!"
I turn around to greet this rudeness in the form of a girl 6 times as wide as me. I mean fuck... If I'm blocking anybody from enjoying this concert, she's blocking at least 3. But I bite my tongue from informing her of this fact, and keep walking. (Mind you, I'm not mean... but she shouldn't recieve special treatment. Nobody else complained. And being a large girl isn't her fault? Okay... being tall isn't my fault)
Flogging Molly comes on... and of course, like any FM show, they're fuckin' orgasmic.
They even played Factory Girls, which I didn't expect, and for the encore (because we always get the encore), he busted out Black Friday Rule. I don't care if that means anything to you... but that's a big fuckin' deal.
Afterwards, I was lucky enough to meet the Bassist, Nathen Maxwell, give him a handshake and a hug. He's a great guy, and I was very glad to meet him.
Back onto the train for the trip home...
After transferring to the second train, me and able 15 other running people manage to barely slip into a crammed train. As soon as the last one gets in, this monstorous bitch of a woman pipes up so politely "God! Let the fucking door close already, we've been waiting for like 20 fucking minutes" (Knowing full well the train had been there for 4 minutes). Holding back every restraint I had not to yell at her about how other people have needs, places to go, and a polite/decent person would have consideration for this... I just imagined stabbing her in the fat throat instead.
She then got off... at the next fucking exit. WAS THAT 30 SECONDS SO BAD YOU VAPID CUNT?!
Towards the end of my trip, I was serenated by two 20-something girls discuss different forms of shit...
Fantastic!
That's all for me, it was a decently crappy week that slowly got better, and I had a great night.
But I lost my hat That is the 2nd hat the has been lost as a casualty of music.
My Innes hat got lost at a Brand New concert 2 years ago
and now my Volcom hat has gone wayward as well.
Plus... I need to buy a new belt after 3 years.
That is the 2nd hat the has been lost as a casualty of music.