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Cradle me in your dizzy and woozy arms and comfort me with head pain and cotton mouth. I got to say, it worth the run down this time around. I had such a rad (and confusing) time last night with my dude Brodie that a luscious hangover is a small price to pay for that kind of rock n roll lifestyle. After drinks, healthy discussion, and a medley of mopey Smiths songs, we headed on an adventure with my dear, sweet, lovely, ex future husband, Jesse Parker. I was going to be Mrs. Martini Parker one day and I would wear different colored wigs and a bikini while Jesse and I drank umbrella drink and lavishly spent my husband money. It was going to be a beautiful existence. But time has passed and instead we lived the college kid dream: rockabilly, PBR, and Mary Jane (the middle of which has once again befouled by friendship and the latter of which I am not proud of but I did get the giggles).
Ah, my giggles subsided when I returned home at 3:15am (it been a long time since I was such an eager beaver party gal) after singing “Holy Hack Jack” over and over as loud as I could. There was a rumble upstairs at Casa Puss n Pirate and the war is still waging on this morning along with the hangover that is marching across my face. I confused to say the least. Confused and fucked. Confused and fucked and sad. So to remedy this, I decided to spend my Saturday a la the Knife with good food, movies, and my pajamas, along with a box of tissues because I burst into tears every 5 minutes. I need Queen B therapy. The shower helped. I miss her and her rockin I need more girlfriends so I don have to go to the bathroom at the bar alone.
A little birdie told me that Paul Cox has removed yours truly from his blog links and boy oh boy does that sting hardcore. Paul Cox was once going to be one of my future husbands. He matched a lot of must haves from my list. He must have fallen out of love with me. I have to listen to Air Supply and pine.
Hypothetical situation: say there someone you don much care for and a letter came addressed to them in YOUR mailbox. So you open the letter because hey, who the HELL cares And when you open it, it a subpoena to appear in court on a specific date. Now, do you pretend to be a nice person and call this hated individual and alert them I realize that not showing up after a subpoena is delivered is a big deal. But you also have the option to pretty much fuck them up the rear.
I choosing option number 2.
29 May 2003 1:05p
MUSIC TO BLOG TO: Lazy Cowgirls “A Little Sex and Death”
You may disagree but I pretty sure the song “Because” by the Dave Clark Five isn really about doing things because you really and truly love somebody and the ways you show affection are effortless. Nope. I pretty sure it about cocaine. Try and challenge me. You lose, simple as that. In honor of my great discovery and encoding, here is a special Top 5 list:
Top 5 Good Songs About Drugs
1. Perfect Day Lou Reed
2. Junkie Dead Milkmen4. Caught By the Fuzz Supergrass
5. Because The Dave Clark Five
And once again, I gotta say that I dig The Knife. He diggable. I don feel like I done nerely enough to thank him for all the hard work he done over the past few weeks to restore my sanity. My ill fated sanity went out the door with the ill stained carpet. You can buy somebody a bottle of bourbon, smokes, and fuel but it not enough when they selflessly lent a hand without a single complaint. Switchblade would call this “ass kissing” but I call it distributing the rock where the rocker deserves it. Drinks tomorrow at the Loft and Zephyr to celebrate my new found sanity, y I going to have 2 fingers of bourbon so I can be like the Knife when I grow up. I going to mae this hot comp, listen to it with Switchblade, and then give it to Brodie. And don even suggest it, Fuck Sex by the Pink Lincolns does not apply.
27 May 2003 12:43p
COUNTDOWN TO THE CRAMPS: 1 day. We got there during the dud first band, the Bassholes, and “during” is always the best time to enter when the first band is concerned, especially if they duds. ULTRA attractive), do a little meet and greet coupled with shmoozing of people you already know, load up on fuel.
2. Then the Cramps played which was a THRILL to say the least BUT I will say, and I believe Brodie will back me up on this, that they getting to the end of their rock n roll lifestyle span. I glad I saw them now before Lux has to start asking for an IV half way through the show. I thought they would have oodles of stage presence. They don None, really, unless you count an old geezer who looks like Frankenstein making dopey faces and crawling around in vinyl and high heels. They played around 12 songs which may sound minimal but you know how they can stretch things out and eventhough they didn play “Rock On the Moon” or “Tear It Up”, they did do their two best covers of “Psychotic Reaction” and “Surfin Bird”. That was worth the whole ordeal. Pirate and I both agreed that the best way to label their performance was “fun”. We had a lot of fun dancing and singing and hanging out with the people we dig (and for future reference, remind me NOT to hang out with PBR because it not so nice to me. Not nice at all).
3. The night ended with what I have decided is the perfect conclusion. It was so great so be out of the crowd as most people went home and left a more intimate atmosphere in the tavern. It was a way to finish off the last of the beer, listen to some ridiculous music and basically wind down. No one wants to go home right after their heads been blown away. A wind down should become mandatory. There was more dancing and socializing and GOD DAMN, there were PUPPETS eating SNOWBALLS to boot. I may not like girls very much, but Miss Pussycat has an adorable voice. Rock n rolling around. I bid farewell to Brodie, who is officially back to being the OLD Brodie that I so dearly missed, came home with a drunk Pirate and slept well. Ex one of my list of things to do. I had to recruit my most hadsome, intelligent, fabulous, glamerous pal, the Knife, once again to help me finish the preparations for tomorrow carpet. Does it mean I getting all old and domestic when I get excited over CARPET I thinking that I going to invite everyone over on Saturday for cocktails in my newly refurbished dwellings. Saturday. Mark it down, y