Wow.
Full moons are always amusing.
I had an extremely lazy day today. I drug myself out of bed at about 10:30 and left the apartment around 12:00 to feed myself. On the way there I saw that dirt had a cover page mentioning Gang of Four and suddenly had a major impulse to go see them. I had checked for dates before and there wasn't a Denver date and had resigned myself to missing them, but I realized upon reading the article that they were playing the Gothic tonight.
Anyway, suffice it to say that I decided not to let the fact that most of my friends had other plans and that I didn't have great transportation deter me. I decided that it's ok to be impulsive at times and that I would find a way.
I hopped on a bus about 6:00 and got to Union street station about 7:00. I decided that I had time to visit the Apple store in the Cherry Creek mall before the show, so I walked in that direction. I got there right as it was closing and was told by the guy at the door that they don't expect to have ipod videos until the end of next week and even then they may only have display models.
I proceeded to walk back to Broadway and then head south, remembering that the Gothic was a ways down Broadway but thinking for some crazy reason that it was easily within walking distance. As it turns out, it's 47 blocks from Colfax & Broadway to the Gothic. (38 from where I rejoined Broadway).
Anyhow, I finally made it and stayed for five songs. I regret leaving early, but I decided that if I was going to sleep in my own bed that I needed to leave at a reasonable time. As it turns out, the 0 bus runs up and down Broadway until the wee hours and I ended up hopping on that and making it back with time to spare. The ride was amusing, though. Generally when I get on a bus I immediately turn on my iPod and pay no attention to the other people, but I couldn't bring myself to tune out this conversation. It went something like this:
Cletus: "Hey man, do you hate niggers and faggots?"
Clem: [unintelligeable]
Cletus: "HELLS ANGELS, MAN!!"
Clem: [unintelligeable]
Cletus: "I said, I roll with the fucking HELLS ANGELS, BRO"
Cletus: "Who the fuck are you?"
Clem: "Cool, man, I'm a biker too."
Cletus: "Bro, you'd better stand up and turn around so i can see who the fuck I'm talking to."
Clem: [complies]
Cletus: "Shit, man, you're a hell's angels?"
Clem: "It's different now, man, but I used to ride with them."
Cletus: "Where at?"
Clem: "Phoneix, man, precint 13. err, 10."
Cletus: "Man, I always wanted to be a hell's angel. come downtown with me and i'll buy you a drink."
It went on for a while, but you get the general idea. When they both got off the entire rest of the bus passengers and driver laughed for a good 30 seconds before the bus could move again.
Eventually, I got to market station and had 45 minutes before the last B left for boulder and after my previous bus experience, I figured that a couple beers would help me to be better prepared for what lied ahead, so I stopped in at Double Daughter's for two beers and then went to the station and jumped on the B.
A couple minutes into the trip home, this guy sitting one row behind me on my right tells his wife that the bus at 1:00am is usually highly amusing for 10 minutes and then everyone falls asleep and it's totally dull. I hoped that he was right and planned to fall asleep myself.
A couple minutes later, we reach the next stop and a couple crazy guys get on and sit a couple seats away from myself and the aformentioned guy and immediately strike up a conversation. It goes something like this:
Cletus: "Who's this cute broad in front of me?"
Wife: "I'm Kate. I'm trying to sleep."
Cletus: "Who's this guy sitting next to you?"
Wife: "That's my husband, Jeff."
Cletus: "You mean you're planning to have his babies?"
Wife: "Eventually, I suppose."
Cletus: "You guys got any dope?"
Wife: ...
Husband: "Sorry, I don't carry that shit around with me."
Cletus: "Someone on this bus has some dope, I know it."
Cletus: "That guy there. He has some."
Me: "Me?"
Cletus: "Yeah, bring that shit over here so we can smoke it!"
Me: "Sorry, I gave it up for lent."
Cletus: "We got a funny guy on the bus with us, CJ"
Me: "What's you guys' story anyway?"
Cletus: "Oh nothing much, we went out and my friend here got 86ed from the bar."
Wife: "How'd he get 86ed?"
Cletus: "I have no idea, ask him."
Clem: "Actually, I have no idea either."
Cletus: "He was probably inappropriately groping a broad."
Wife: "Can we continue this converstation but leave out the word broad, please?"
Clem: "Define inappropriately."
It went on this way for a while and included a lot of meaningless drivel such as the name of the book that Elvis was supposedly reading when he died and conjecture about how 'Everyone dies on the shitter'.
Anyway, I eventually made it home. The moral of this story is that even though being impulsive doesn't always pay, in the case of Gang of Four shows, it's generally a safe bet.
Goodnight.
Full moons are always amusing.
I had an extremely lazy day today. I drug myself out of bed at about 10:30 and left the apartment around 12:00 to feed myself. On the way there I saw that dirt had a cover page mentioning Gang of Four and suddenly had a major impulse to go see them. I had checked for dates before and there wasn't a Denver date and had resigned myself to missing them, but I realized upon reading the article that they were playing the Gothic tonight.
Anyway, suffice it to say that I decided not to let the fact that most of my friends had other plans and that I didn't have great transportation deter me. I decided that it's ok to be impulsive at times and that I would find a way.
I hopped on a bus about 6:00 and got to Union street station about 7:00. I decided that I had time to visit the Apple store in the Cherry Creek mall before the show, so I walked in that direction. I got there right as it was closing and was told by the guy at the door that they don't expect to have ipod videos until the end of next week and even then they may only have display models.
I proceeded to walk back to Broadway and then head south, remembering that the Gothic was a ways down Broadway but thinking for some crazy reason that it was easily within walking distance. As it turns out, it's 47 blocks from Colfax & Broadway to the Gothic. (38 from where I rejoined Broadway).
Anyhow, I finally made it and stayed for five songs. I regret leaving early, but I decided that if I was going to sleep in my own bed that I needed to leave at a reasonable time. As it turns out, the 0 bus runs up and down Broadway until the wee hours and I ended up hopping on that and making it back with time to spare. The ride was amusing, though. Generally when I get on a bus I immediately turn on my iPod and pay no attention to the other people, but I couldn't bring myself to tune out this conversation. It went something like this:
Cletus: "Hey man, do you hate niggers and faggots?"
Clem: [unintelligeable]
Cletus: "HELLS ANGELS, MAN!!"
Clem: [unintelligeable]
Cletus: "I said, I roll with the fucking HELLS ANGELS, BRO"
Cletus: "Who the fuck are you?"
Clem: "Cool, man, I'm a biker too."
Cletus: "Bro, you'd better stand up and turn around so i can see who the fuck I'm talking to."
Clem: [complies]
Cletus: "Shit, man, you're a hell's angels?"
Clem: "It's different now, man, but I used to ride with them."
Cletus: "Where at?"
Clem: "Phoneix, man, precint 13. err, 10."
Cletus: "Man, I always wanted to be a hell's angel. come downtown with me and i'll buy you a drink."
It went on for a while, but you get the general idea. When they both got off the entire rest of the bus passengers and driver laughed for a good 30 seconds before the bus could move again.
Eventually, I got to market station and had 45 minutes before the last B left for boulder and after my previous bus experience, I figured that a couple beers would help me to be better prepared for what lied ahead, so I stopped in at Double Daughter's for two beers and then went to the station and jumped on the B.
A couple minutes into the trip home, this guy sitting one row behind me on my right tells his wife that the bus at 1:00am is usually highly amusing for 10 minutes and then everyone falls asleep and it's totally dull. I hoped that he was right and planned to fall asleep myself.
A couple minutes later, we reach the next stop and a couple crazy guys get on and sit a couple seats away from myself and the aformentioned guy and immediately strike up a conversation. It goes something like this:
Cletus: "Who's this cute broad in front of me?"
Wife: "I'm Kate. I'm trying to sleep."
Cletus: "Who's this guy sitting next to you?"
Wife: "That's my husband, Jeff."
Cletus: "You mean you're planning to have his babies?"
Wife: "Eventually, I suppose."
Cletus: "You guys got any dope?"
Wife: ...
Husband: "Sorry, I don't carry that shit around with me."
Cletus: "Someone on this bus has some dope, I know it."
Cletus: "That guy there. He has some."
Me: "Me?"
Cletus: "Yeah, bring that shit over here so we can smoke it!"
Me: "Sorry, I gave it up for lent."
Cletus: "We got a funny guy on the bus with us, CJ"
Me: "What's you guys' story anyway?"
Cletus: "Oh nothing much, we went out and my friend here got 86ed from the bar."
Wife: "How'd he get 86ed?"
Cletus: "I have no idea, ask him."
Clem: "Actually, I have no idea either."
Cletus: "He was probably inappropriately groping a broad."
Wife: "Can we continue this converstation but leave out the word broad, please?"
Clem: "Define inappropriately."
It went on this way for a while and included a lot of meaningless drivel such as the name of the book that Elvis was supposedly reading when he died and conjecture about how 'Everyone dies on the shitter'.
Anyway, I eventually made it home. The moral of this story is that even though being impulsive doesn't always pay, in the case of Gang of Four shows, it's generally a safe bet.
Goodnight.
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i cancelled my cable a few months ago and now i get one channel. and it's the one with "sit and be fit". comcast sent me a bill for $7.50 and i paid it and then they sent me back a check for $7.50. weirdoes.
we're sort of "cleansing" the crew so only the strong remain. like survivor, for sure!