mini bike tour and rockstars

My sister and I took our last day together to bike ride from my place to UNM hospital (mom's work!) to the arroyo to Menaul to Marc's work in uptown and then to le mall. How fascinating!

Bye bye, little beer belly!

The mall has a beautifully creepy fairway set up and only 15 year old girls roam around its ground.

On Tuesday night we watched the Hollow Lines, Leto and Calico play at the launchpad.

I loved loved loved the hollow lines. seriously, total boners. marc was skeptical because of his fake british accent.

porn tits, yuck.

oh yeah, and jay jay lost 15 lbs from knock-knock-knockin' on heavens door (strep throat).

willy j?

fucked up THE BAND!!!

Fucked Up would be at the Launchpad that night. Monday. Lukey told us about it. I had onion taste in my mouth and on my way to buy the powder-fresh scented Adidas deodorant (non-related activities! i really don't eat deodorant!) at Target when he told me about it. yay yay! Fucked Up night.

whoa whoa whoa man. what you don't see here is si, luke and me scared shitless that the mosh pit was going to grab us and throw our skulls against the metal corners. this could have been just me.

drool about the adams apple. drool about the slightly screwed up nose. and drool about the hair curl behind the ear.

ass crack sweat. normal or fucked up?

the singer guy jumped into the mosh pit and somebody threw the glass-filled trashcan on his head.

broken glass and bleeding ensued.

punk music, you turn me on.

sex sells like bargain bins

mickey avalon show. sunday night. i paid 20 bucks to get in so immediately felt entitled to be extra assy. here we go.
dirt nasty was simon rex. beardo was beardo. they appeared to do coke on the bench during their set. was it real? doing drugs for applause is so equated with strapping a keg on your anus during a frat party. of course the retarded crowd cheered him on. IT'S JUST FOR SHOW you moron.
also, wtf? am i a dorm rat magnet? i was surrounded by a mini crowd of sheltered life fuck-ups, i.e. dorm rats, during the show. one of them was clearly the ONLY ONE who ever listened to mickey or dirt nasty previously. and she kept saying 'uuhhhg don't worry guys, mickey avalon is soooo much better. he's soooo cool. i listen to him when i practice being ethnic in my mirror' etc.

i clearly have a problem with anyone who has to constantly explain why you're hanging out with them. and secondly, WHY WOULD YOU BLINDLY PAY $$$20 TO SEE A GUY WHO YOU'VE NEVER HEARD BEFORE? this is exactly why dorm rats are fundamental fuck-ups. they elect mildly retarded ringleaders. also. note to dorm rats: please figure out by now that it is NOT OK to wear american eagle and old navy. like since 1999. and even then, ew.
whenever i see dormrats i just want to pluck one up and rescue it from their bleak and meaningless future.
mickeeeeeeeeeeee! oh mickey.
a couple classy dancers wearing nylons, bras and neon wigs came out on stage. grinding each other on the bench. on the wall. on mickey. ass to ass kind of moves. my particular favorite was when she was on the ground spreading her legs and had to put her ciggie behind her ear to get up and bend over so the audience in the back could see. so thoughtful!
i don't know. i understand these photos aren't great but i can tell what's going on in them cause i was there. does it just look like black and red objects? i tried to get as much t&a as possible.
is the dj wearing a gas mask? hahahahahhahah!
hot. so hot.
everyone was getting their boobs signed by a sweaty mickey. then his manager shooed us away since we weren't buying merchandise. boo hoo.
unlike the david byrne concert, the dancers made the show better. i think i want to say it's because of the informality of the venue or music but no. david byrne's dancers were fully clothed. these ladies were two broken straps away from a GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! club. and i think whatever broken libidos were watching david byrne's concert, they would have appreciated a couple dolls like that.