I’m sitting in my office cubicle wondering how my organs and brain are still functioning on five hours sleep out of 52 spent awake – or on the contrary – why my brain isn’t working enough to know that if I delete the email account associated with my lil’ spot here, then I can no longer access/edit my blog. I’m not too keen on abbreviations, but seriously? FML. So here we go again...
On the upside I had a spectacular weekend. On Friday Jenna Lane and I went to Che in Hess Village where I half-seriously excersized my rights to hit on young skate boys. I still went home alone…but with about 4 more drinks in my system that weren’t on my expense, and I feel alllllright about that. Sunday blew in the BYD clan after they’d finished their tour with Static-X in the US. Some personal highlights from that day include (but are not limited to):
a. Towning reunions
b. My first experience in what I can only imagine an acid trip feels like due to Vinnie Paul’s taste in bus décor
c. Watching This Is Spinal Tap and realizing one of the characters highly resembles Cole Stephenson
d. Seeing FTFD play
e. Listening to music makers and shakers shit talk the people I generally shit talk and realizing we’re mostly in agreement about said shitty bands/people
f. Zeke the driver, his plight for a delicious sandwhich and offeratory macaroons + vitamins
g. Admiring front row headbangs and various sets of accidentally exposed big ol’ titties
h. Sneaky Dees reunions
i. Marvelous back scratches
j. Most, if not every single sentence that poured out of Lorenzo Antonucci’s alcohol fueled mouth
Something that’s possibly only personally comical came to light during all this hooplaw: Moreso when I was younger, I used to find myself making fun of ‘band chicks’ and their relationships with ‘band dudes’ because I couldn’t imagine them being anything other than uber shallow and/or slutty. But now that I’m in the opposition and with my own experiences to compare against, I realize that the aforementioned assumptions aren’t necessarily true. I mean, no doubt there are girls out there who thrive off having friends in a specific social circle and can only be satiated by the taste of someone else’s bodily secretions, but there are plenty of legit females out there (and yes, I am referring to myself) who engage in various types of relationships through the scope of people merely as people, as oppose to people as their occupation (IE: band dude). AND there are females out there (again, I am referring to myself) who engage in various experiences with people as people as oppose to people as their occupations. AND ultimately – regardless of whether you’re the girl pop lock n’ droppin’ or just bro-ing down with the bros – it doesn’t matter. Both group A and group B serve their purpose, and in my eyes both their perrogatives are A-OK.
Cheers to you, Pamela Des Barres.
