some yo yo went crazy commenting about wednesday nights at martini grill. he mentioned something about a band called vanilla pop that plays cover songs all night and like the wildest albuquerque dance scene possible. yeah right, spambot. unfortunately the gigantic flashing road block signs in the form of the words "martin grill" "cover band" "vanilla pop" and "robot dance" didn't deter me from stuffing all the goods in my bar purse and heading down there.
the crowd here was lame. LAME. LAAAAAAAAAAME! imagine your dentist and dmv receptionist having a cocktail and flipping the fuck out. it was the sorriest excuse for a dance party i've ever seen. no, wait. the reception at any baptist wedding function would be pretty grisly but this night was close.
someone please slip drugs in my beer so i'd have some escape from this night.
that's not appropriate. sorry.
his face will always haunt my nightmares.
so what, marc, if your mouth looks like a wide open beaver? i'm still posting it.
so vanilla pop is a hyped up wedding band. the singer and guitarist reminded me of your grandpa's pedophile friend down the street who waters his grass too much. and worst of all, they sang a radiohead song and made me associate dirty dentures with what was once a good radiohead single. i was pretty pissed off at paying money to dance at martini grill so i pissed on all their bathroom walls like a child. so what. my urine will wash off the walls much easier than the image of a 60 year old man singing sublime will wash off my brain. grrrrr. whatever. i'm over it.aaaaaaand nextly, marc went to an open suse linux thingy at yusif's cafe. i can't remember everything he had to say about it except he was fairly angry at the idiot girl hosting the event. and other computer bla bla stuff.
free as in freedom!!!!!!
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