Last night I got to go see Brain Failure and the Business!! I bet you didn't know "punk rock" had 4 syllables. It does.
Highlights from the evening:
1. Between acts, I went to the ladies' room. This girl who had mad facial tattoos came in with her girlfriends, and dropped trou the second she got in. She was showing off her new ASS tattoo. It was inside her asscheeks. I think her whole body was tattood, at least, her whole face and ass were. It was more than I had bargained for and more than I needed to see. I hate girl ass. It's squishy.
2. I got hit on, but that was more of a downer. As a result, I have now moved my wedding ring from the Greek traditional right ring finger to the American left ring finger, and added my sister's engagement ring so as to scream "I'm unavailable," as loudly as possible without having to say it.
3. The guy from the Business is on the wagon, and has been for a year. I was the only one in the audience who clapped when he announced it. They did not play "Drinkin' and Drivin'", but they did play "Guinness Boys."
4. Limeys look like claymation. It's cute. I love skinny old brits, with their tattoos and their wifebeaters, and their noses.
5. Brain Failure got begged for an encore! (I was one of the five people shouting for it). But they didn't actually play it. Some mealymouthed crap about time constraints. Whatever...the Business didn't go on for another 45 minutes after they got offstage. If they had played that encore, I might have avoided getting hit on.
6. The local soccer hooligans, the Timbers Army, had a booth at the show. I guess the Business is just their sort of thing (their chants and songs page has a re-wording of a Business song). Now I like the hooligans more than I did before. I want to join the Timbers Army and be a hooligan, but that would involve actually having more than a passing appreciation for soccer. And I don't. It's the only sport I don't hate, but that doesn't mean I really like it.
7. I'm dead beat exhausted. I got home at 2 AM and took a shower and slept for five hours before waking up and going to work. The day was a blur to me. I remember stressing out quite a bit about getting hit on. That's pretty much all I remember. Yeah...I did my work but I was on autopilot.
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