waking nightmare

simon posted a newsy update on the alibi blog a couple days ago and the comment section was on fire.
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!!!!!!

he's implying i owe him

simon's house. saturday night. it was slightly under a hundred degrees in simey's living room. we each took our turn resting our heads on a box of frozen chicken nuggets in the freezer.there was a dance party at a hotel on the same day as the gay pride parade aka dog petting dog event. see? lasers, djs, spandex, etc. bum bum bum ba ba ba ba bum bum bum so you think you're beeeeeeetter off aloooooone.
simey gave me a wristband and stern lecture about how it's worth $125, did you hear me, G? $125 for you you you so you better remember this for the rest of your life.
i will. don't worry.

hotel room with a balcony overlooking the party. and don't forget the beads!
vip area we were so cool man. i danced round and round and free red bull. plus big round beanbags with minimal stains. yeah so we were all yawns about the guys wearing tight green speedos but i went out of my nonchalant i've seen everything character when i saw guys wearing little boy tighty whiteys with dinosaur and spiderman designs.
we played never have i ever and it just evolved into confessing the strangest object you ever used to masturbate with as a kid. there was a microwaved cantaloupe, barbie doll, vibrating pen, kitchen appliance (?). and then it became talk about your getting arrested experience of which simon stood up like at aa meetings and talked about the indecent exposure incident. he's a real trooper.