I've learnt today that it is clearly not in the best interest of my body to attempt to drink my own weight in Guinness, nor is it feasible. See, the culture in which I grew up teaches you two very important things. One, crawfish is a major food group. Two, alcohol is also a food group, and must not be taken in small doses. I also find that staring in the mirror whilst severly intoxicated for a long period of time only results in time wasted, although in my mind I see a drill going through my frontal lobe. Don't worry, I'm just thinking of the movie Pi, and where I got this drill from.
Took a trip over to Austin to check out the musical stylings of the deftones this past weekend, and it was a blast. Brilliant, fantastic, explosive...out of this fucking world. Would've had alot more fun if for one, I didn't have to tape a splint to my legs to keep me from falling over waiting for the show to start--an hour and a half once inside is just nuts--as well as learning that a bladder can hold 24 oz of Fosters comfortably, not 48; moreso, having to hold it throughout the duration of the show. Not fun. Although that nearly unbearable pain went away the second I felt my ribcage compress from an engaging pit. It was on.
Now I'm not the sort to instigate a violent cesspool of alcohol, cigarettes and sweat, but if I'm so inclined by a hard shove, I make the pit aware of my presence and respond with a token of my appreciation.
The Cure cover done over by the deftones was phenomenal, moody deep lyrics from Chino, a brilliant nod to Robert Smith and co. This was one of the best shows I've seen in a long time, with the deftones coming full circle to the club scene again, I loved every minute of it.
Of course, I can't forget to mention Dredg, whom I hadn't heard up until this point, and their work is right on par and quite complimentary to the deftones.
Now where's my tickets to Rammstein, I'd kill a blood thirsty shark for those....that is, if the shark were missing it's teeth, eyes...fins... Perhaps a shark that looked an awful lot like a chicken...without a beak...and pointy, pointy claws. What time is it?
Took a trip over to Austin to check out the musical stylings of the deftones this past weekend, and it was a blast. Brilliant, fantastic, explosive...out of this fucking world. Would've had alot more fun if for one, I didn't have to tape a splint to my legs to keep me from falling over waiting for the show to start--an hour and a half once inside is just nuts--as well as learning that a bladder can hold 24 oz of Fosters comfortably, not 48; moreso, having to hold it throughout the duration of the show. Not fun. Although that nearly unbearable pain went away the second I felt my ribcage compress from an engaging pit. It was on.
Now I'm not the sort to instigate a violent cesspool of alcohol, cigarettes and sweat, but if I'm so inclined by a hard shove, I make the pit aware of my presence and respond with a token of my appreciation.
The Cure cover done over by the deftones was phenomenal, moody deep lyrics from Chino, a brilliant nod to Robert Smith and co. This was one of the best shows I've seen in a long time, with the deftones coming full circle to the club scene again, I loved every minute of it.
Of course, I can't forget to mention Dredg, whom I hadn't heard up until this point, and their work is right on par and quite complimentary to the deftones.
Now where's my tickets to Rammstein, I'd kill a blood thirsty shark for those....that is, if the shark were missing it's teeth, eyes...fins... Perhaps a shark that looked an awful lot like a chicken...without a beak...and pointy, pointy claws. What time is it?
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I'm not a big birthday kind of person, but I appreciate the recognition. However, if someone dares point me out at a restaraunt to get the staff to hoarde around me, toss a silly shower cap on my noggin and sing campy birthday songs in foreign tongues will see the wrong end of a 9 iron in a very unpleasant fashion.
Nevertheless, I hope it's a pleasant day. Maybe heavy showers. Car accidents. Gas leaks.