Saturday, July 03, 2004
So getting defecated on by a bird really ruined my day. What saved it was watching the Office second season dvd, taking a shower, Ian agreeing to lend me grown up shoes for the wedding today, and the new Dead Prez album (which is a million times better than the last one despite what Mike Day may or may not think).
I would really like to go see the Dirtbombs play in Montreal on the 17th. I'd be incredibly stupid if I didn't go, but The Cloak are playing here on the 16th and Manitoba on the 15th. My funds will be tapped and I will be exhausted. I don't know if it'll be possible to put on a show and leave right afterwards so that I can arrive in time to see the Dirtbombs the next day, especially if I don't know anyone else who would want to come. I'm sure someone who likes me or tolerates me also likes the Dirtbombs.
The other night when I was peeing at the Attic, the urine streams split (it happens!) and I ended up peeing partly on my pants without noticing. I looked around to make sure noone saw my faux pas (short of wiping your ass with your hand what's a faux pas at the Attic?) and quickly wiped the excess from my pants. The pants were black and the urine didn't seep in so noone in the dimly lit bar could tell. The fabric was quite resistant to liquid. I've never spent 46 dollars so well. I quickly teamed up with Gerry to find Morgan. Once he was corralled we headed on down to the Casino where the guard refused to let me enter because he didn't believe I was 25. I pleaded, "Guy, I've got about dozen other pieces of ID with this guy's name on it!"
It felt funny walking around the Casino, but at the same time I felt at home. I'm sure a large majority of the diehard slots players piss their own pants too.
p.s.That's it for a little bit. See you soon.
I would really like to go see the Dirtbombs play in Montreal on the 17th. I'd be incredibly stupid if I didn't go, but The Cloak are playing here on the 16th and Manitoba on the 15th. My funds will be tapped and I will be exhausted. I don't know if it'll be possible to put on a show and leave right afterwards so that I can arrive in time to see the Dirtbombs the next day, especially if I don't know anyone else who would want to come. I'm sure someone who likes me or tolerates me also likes the Dirtbombs.
The other night when I was peeing at the Attic, the urine streams split (it happens!) and I ended up peeing partly on my pants without noticing. I looked around to make sure noone saw my faux pas (short of wiping your ass with your hand what's a faux pas at the Attic?) and quickly wiped the excess from my pants. The pants were black and the urine didn't seep in so noone in the dimly lit bar could tell. The fabric was quite resistant to liquid. I've never spent 46 dollars so well. I quickly teamed up with Gerry to find Morgan. Once he was corralled we headed on down to the Casino where the guard refused to let me enter because he didn't believe I was 25. I pleaded, "Guy, I've got about dozen other pieces of ID with this guy's name on it!"
It felt funny walking around the Casino, but at the same time I felt at home. I'm sure a large majority of the diehard slots players piss their own pants too.
p.s.That's it for a little bit. See you soon.
