So last night we went to see The Birthday Massacre show. I always enjoy TBM and I actually enjoyed Mindless Self Indulgence, they (he) put on a great stage show.
Blah blah blah... the real entertainment was the crowd. Harpo's was PACKED with young kids - which made trips to the bar quick and easy. The table behind us was covered with 5 slacker emo kids who would have fit in better at a library than a show. I finally turned around ( and accidentally sloshed some beer towards the bubble of straight edge ) and asked if they were bored. "We don't like industrial, we are here to see MSI..snoooore," said the leader who, with suspenders on over a shirt with some hand written something about Jesus, resembled Ducky from that John Hughes movie. I may have said some stupid stuff, insulted their generation and Halo and then appointed the cute chick who threw me the horns to be their new leader because Ducky sucked.... Kim said that I may have gone too far and hurt his feelings as his shield now covered both eyes.... you know , the usual for me. No thinking before talking. I guess I was bored.
So after a couple of songs and a chant about "Anal Sex" or "Angie Sucks" ( Ducky wouldn't respond to me asking for clarification ) we left to head to City Club. As I passed Ducky I pulled him aside and said, " You buy their tickets?" "yes" "You buy their shirts & CDs" "yes" " Are you going to the after party?" "wide eyed now "NO."
"Man," I said, " I didn't even have to pay to get into this show and I'm going.... but wait... you ...don't recognize us do you?" Ducky squints, thinks and says, "no.." "Don't worry," I said " we're better known on the east coast, look us up on line" and I mumbled something like lobsterbisque.com just under the music and patted him on the back. As I walked away the table all of a sudden was abuzz with glances and expressions of "Who was that couple?!"
I farted a lot at City Club and I didn't care... another sign that I must be getting too old.
We look at 2 more houses this week, a newish log home on 5 acres that is a step away from foreclosure and a cool bad ass timber frame home that is most likely out of our budget. Both are nestled in state land.
Bank of Scotland is warning of world wide depression in the next 3 months so a buffer between me and my neighbors is looking really good right about now. OF course us Scots are traditionally alarmists. My grand father would look out at the mint fields and pace and worry," not enough rain.." and then when it would rain he would
pace and worry, " it's raining too much"
We'll see.. but if Nostrodamus is correct.... we're F****D!
Enough Procrastinating, Im off!