July 22, 1013.
Sorry no post yesterday. I was in bed until 1p. Saturday night was fairly epic. But first, update on Friday night’s show: some great pics up here.
Back to Sat. We met up at 8p at a favorite punk bar not too far away. Since I’ve been getting fat lately because of all this mourning and merriment, I decided to stay on tequila all night in lieu of any beers. (Tequila shots have really low carbs and calories, while remaining super potent). It was a great decision.
A couple hours in, and without warning a couple bands started showing up. There were no posters or announcements or anything, they just decided to play that evening, a young punk band from Jersey named Ms. America. They went on and tore it up. I loved it. It was so loud that half the bar moved outside to escape, but I was into it!
Afterwords I chatted with them outside and had a smoke, and then they actually joined our table and we all talked about music and punk and got summarily wasted for the next couple hours. They’re practically kids, one of them could have been underage, even, and it was great to meet them. I’m so happy when I meet young musicians who are able to tear it up in analogue.
The tequila had me friendly and ponderous, though. I remember their first song, a really fast, riff-heavy song had the lyrics, sung ultra-fast:
“Whys-she-so-pretty-whys-she-so-pretty whys-she-so-pretty-whys-she-so-pretty-whys-she-so-pretty?!?!”
While under Jose Guervo Gold, I pondered that. Yes, indeed… why is she so pretty… yes exactly, that is the right question… and also, why is she so pretty… of course… <nod,nod><foot stomp, foot stomp> And why is she so pretty?
So that was all fun. Altered states can be good for you, sometimes. I didn’t need the Guervo Gold for that. Good bands can get me there on their own.
Hot Asian Tattoo girl from the airport messaged on and off for most of the night, but I was having too much fun to really respond. I just would occasionally send pictures, you know, like these.
And so on. Was great. (That’s my recently deceased advisor’s daughter trying to pick a drunken friend up. Dude can’t hold his beer.)
I was reluctant to correspond, but then I remembered she’s in San Diego anyway, so it’s not like she was going to come and wreck things, and I smartend up. The result was that she sent me a really hot picture. Should I show it?
It’s not naked or anything.
Nah.
One thing that I realized over the weekend is that I have fake exes and real exes. The subject of women came up and someone asked about how things were with so-and-so and I was like, yeah that ended, for the better. And then someone asked about it more and used “your ex” and I was like, fuck, I don’t even know who’s an ex and which one is which. In my mind I still only have one actual ex, a very special person I met in 2010. In the scheme of things it didn’t last that long, but for some reason, that’s just my real ex. The person I just broke it off with is technically now an ex, but in my mind she’s not. I never got close to her at all, despite seeing her often. Some of you knew about our relationship, but for those who didn’t, it’s because it didn’t seem right to write about her here, so you guys don’t have all the details, but you have most.
This isn’t good Monday morning content.
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Two big talks to give this week. Tomorrow night some co-workers and I are out to Indian food. Thursday night I have another thing. Friday is yet another outing for my recently deceased advisor, not sure I’m going to hit that one, though, I’m a little burned out from all the drinking and late nights. I got a little fat, too, which I need to change before Aug. 18th.
I’m 11lbs over, thanks to about three weeks of off-schedule living. This is from this morning. I think I can cut 11 in time, but am def. soft from booze right now. I need to dry out.
Busy times and learning times. Live laugh love and learn.
Have a great Monday my birdies, thanks for checkin up on me sometimes.
