Sometimes I fucking hate this city.
Brief rundown of my night...
A friend of mine wrote his last final EVER, so a bunch of us went to the local watering hole-slash-"indie bar" for some beers. Turns out it's karaoke night, and there are some shitty off key renditions of Jesus Christ Superstar songs and drunken Bob Dylan warblings going down. I decide to take things up a notch, and suggest to my friends a little Def Leppard chanty by the name of Pour Some Sugar on Me... awwww yeeeeeaaah.
So we step up on stage, in front of the same crowd who has so enthusiastically been rooing on their friends' attempts at fucking Macy Grey and Blind Melon (no joke.). Don't get me wrong, I myself was so stoked at everyone just getting up there, having fun and givin'er...
So. We've got three of us up there, one's even got his arm tucked in his shirt, a la Def Leppard's one armed drummer. I take lead vocals, and we proceed to wail. It was unmistakebly on key... we did the song proud.
And then only TWO of the bastards clap for us. The same people who were going apeshit over their buddy's out of tune White Wedding rendition, could not see past the end of their fucking noses to even clap for people they didn't know.
Long and the short of it, I've lived here for 4 years now. I at least recognized the majority of the people in the damn bar. But this fucking "scene" is so incestuously clique-y... ARRRRGGGG!!!
Fuck it. I'll take my Def Leppard act on the road. We'll make gazillions.
Brief rundown of my night...
A friend of mine wrote his last final EVER, so a bunch of us went to the local watering hole-slash-"indie bar" for some beers. Turns out it's karaoke night, and there are some shitty off key renditions of Jesus Christ Superstar songs and drunken Bob Dylan warblings going down. I decide to take things up a notch, and suggest to my friends a little Def Leppard chanty by the name of Pour Some Sugar on Me... awwww yeeeeeaaah.
So we step up on stage, in front of the same crowd who has so enthusiastically been rooing on their friends' attempts at fucking Macy Grey and Blind Melon (no joke.). Don't get me wrong, I myself was so stoked at everyone just getting up there, having fun and givin'er...
So. We've got three of us up there, one's even got his arm tucked in his shirt, a la Def Leppard's one armed drummer. I take lead vocals, and we proceed to wail. It was unmistakebly on key... we did the song proud.
And then only TWO of the bastards clap for us. The same people who were going apeshit over their buddy's out of tune White Wedding rendition, could not see past the end of their fucking noses to even clap for people they didn't know.
Long and the short of it, I've lived here for 4 years now. I at least recognized the majority of the people in the damn bar. But this fucking "scene" is so incestuously clique-y... ARRRRGGGG!!!
Fuck it. I'll take my Def Leppard act on the road. We'll make gazillions.
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If only living together was one of the reasons this is such a bad idea. It's fucking crazy I tell you. The kind of scandolous shit that I usually go above and beyond out of ny way to try and avoid.
At any rate, she and I have talked since and we both agree it should never happen again.
OMG!!!!!! I JUST SAW THAT CEREBELLUM'D MAKES YOU HAPPY!!!! I ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY LOVE THAT SHIT.
I actually went to the same film school as those guys. It's amazing how far it has blown up since the days when it was like me and 10 other people looking at the site.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
(and your naughty parts are welcome. Even though that was the clean version that you read.)