The Flaming Lips show was fantastic on Friday. Despite being sold out, there was actually still a decent amount of space, so I wasn't shoulder to shoulder with the silver haired alien or the Evel Knievel look-alike when we were beaming Wayne in the face with our few of thousands of laser pointers. Needless to say, I left the show smiling. After the show, we ended up at Halo Bar for a few drinks where I randomly ran into my cousin and her boyfriend from out of town. After coaxing them to bar hop with us and sufficiently getting my cousin hammered, they ended up sleeping at my place where she proceeded to vomit. Luckily she likes to clean.
Saturday...I kind of wasted Saturday, but those were my intentions leading up to the day. After all, Wed was the FBC Mustache Ride, Thurs I had the RT party and Fri the Lips. So, I slept a lot. I'd put in a movie fall asleep until the menu screen looped two-thousand times and I'd angrily restart it. I did this over and over until the sun was no longer available for my pleasure. Before the day was done, I watched a fleet of movies: GoodFellas, American Beauty, Sketches of Frank Gehry, Cocaine Cowboys and You're Gonna Miss Me...I know, lame day...but I don't have cable and I really didn't feel like leaving the house.
Sunday, now Sunday I had plans. Unfortunately I didn't follow through with anything. I was supposed to get up and ride the River Trail. Which I've yet to do, and am regretful I didn't, because it was a gorgeous day. Instead, I pissed away most of the day, taking my dog on long walks to occupy my boredom. I really wanted to repeat Saturday's wild adventures, but I couldn't force myself to be worthless for such a span of time. So I ended up going to PointFest....now, I have to tell you...I didn't go to see any of the bands, in fact, I hate every band in the line up...even the ones I don't know. I went for egotistical reasons and because it was free. I designed the logo for PointFest and really just wanted to see a shit ton of knuckle dragging rockers wearing my tees. Which they were. Hooray. PointFest runs from something like 10am til 11pm and the PointFest shirt (which is just my big logo) sold out by 3 pm. Now if my dumbass would only have set myself up to get some money out of the deal...but that's another story I need to figure out. But, I am proud to say, in the 3 or so hours we were there, I managed to not only spend no money, but also to not see a single note played by any of the bands. When we got there, we headed straight to the Green Room for free booze. Once we were sufficiently buzzed, we decided to go to El Scorcho for a little night cap and some deliciouso (the o makes it Spanish) huevos rancheros.
Now, I don't know if it was the eggs or what the fuck, but I had some crazy ass dreams. Those of you who know me and my dream history, be on the look out if you have a living mother and two siblings aside from yourself.
No comments:
Post a Comment