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Aside from Radiohead, there are really only two bands I would love to see this summer: Poison and Stone Temple Pilots.
At least Poison will be playing close (Lakewood) and I can spend $20 for lawn seats. STP will be at the new Verizon Amphitheatre in Alpharetta… and who knows how much those tickets will be.
Oh yeah. I had my first experience with the alcoholic drink known as absinthe tonight. It tastes like the black jellybeans that no one eats… like the last few left after a few months of sitting around, hoping to be eaten. I didn’t hallucinate and see any pink monsters running up and down the walls, but I can say that I am currently off my ass drunk. I’m curious to see what the hangover tomorrow will be like.
This is something I can see myself doing as a new hobby. Working-out in the gym is one thing, but I think spending more time outdoors would be good for me. I have no clue what it exactly entails, but the physical therapist enjoys it so maybe I can learn. I think Stone Mountain could be an all day date. J had mentioned wanting to go camping/hiking, but we never got around to it. Every time I go into an REI or Dick’s, I always want to get involved in the outdoorsy stuff and get the urge to buy lots of things I have no idea how to use. It’s a group I yearn to belong to.
She did mention that she keeps a knife on her to fend off would-be rapists. I would think the rapists would be more scared of her giant Great Dane than a knife… unless it’s one of those Crocodile Dundee knives she keeps in her boot.
Third date with the interior designer tonight. I’m looking forward to it. We’re “double dating” with Patrick and his girlfriend (although now I’m a little apprehensive, as she didn’t make a super impression on me) and going to a show at Variety Playhouse.
PS – More than 100 page views in one day. I think someone has stumbled across my blog and is addicted.
I’ll just stick to Kidz Bop. Kthanx. I saw this new release on iTunes this afternoon, so that’s awesome that SonyBMG is exposing 12-year-old girls to the music their parents listened to in high school, who now yearn for 80’s night at the club. I’m not hating on the 80’s. I love the one-hit-wonders from that era. More specifically I like the hair metal. But I won’t lie; for 80’s day I dressed as Judd Nelson from The Breakfast Club.
Best thing about this album? It’s got Billy Squier. “The Stroke” is probably the best song about flogging the dolphin. How about the other great masturbation tunes?:
- “Turning Japanese”
- “She Bop”
- “I Touch Myself”
- “Dancing with Myself”
- Chuck Berry’s “My Ding-a-Ling” (!)
- “Strokin”… though I like “Backdoor Santa” more
- “Little Red Corvette”
- “Muscle of Love”
- “Longview”
- “Orgasm Addict”
- “Pump it Up”
- “Blister in the Sun”… which is funny considering how mainstream that single was for The Violent Femmes
- and “Rosie” by Jackson Browne is just plain explicit
I need to bump in to my own “Darling Nikki” one of these days.
Spiral Entertainment organizes quite a few parties in Atlanta such as Halloween, St. Patrick’s, NYE, Day Before Thanksgiving (WTF?) and most recently the OysterFest this weekend.
Now I went to their Halloween thing back in 2006 and that was pretty fun once I could squeeze my way through the crowd. OysterFest was pretty much a repeat. You could smell the seafood from Monroe. I didn’t get there until 5 and the place was packed. No overflow into the park… just cram everybody into Park Tavern. And they had a wedding reception upstairs last night too.
In a moment of brilliance, both my friend Tricia and myself forgot to get cash from the ATM before going. The on-site ATM was out of cash. There was only one bar which could accept plastic and about 200 people had the same idea as me. So we stood in “line” for about 45 minutes trying to get beer. People were ordering like seven drinks at a time, most of which were mixed drinks, and passing them along to their friends not in the line. Meanwhile, I’m missing pretty much all of Cowboy Mouth’s set. I was chatting with this girl next to me about how we could jump out of line right now, walk to the Kroger on Ponce, buy beer, walk back and drink most of it before the people in front of us got their drinks.
So we finally got beer. Hooray for double-fisting Guinness! Got pretty close to the band, saw the last four songs or so.
I have tons of respect for someone who can simultaneously play the drums and be the band’s frontman. And chick bassists are the hottest thing since heels and thongs.
Afterwards we bailed and drove over to Six Feet Under on Memorial Dr. for some more trustworthy seafood. If you’ve never been to this place, let me give you the rundown. It’s in the Grant Park area. They have a rooftop patio which is awesome in the spring, and you have this beautifully morbid view of the Oakland Cemetary. (Get the irony of the restaurant’s name… har har har) So this place was packed, line spilling into the parking lot. So Tricia suggests we go to their other location on 11th near Tech campus. Free valet parking = yes. Their rooftop patio gives this awesome panoramic view of the city, partially obscured by a parking garage that went up across the street. Food was good, music wasn’t live but still my taste, and it looked like a fun place to get a beer after work.
So we’re trying to see what everyone is doing later that night. Seems like I have a lot of friends who don’t like to go out. Phil was just enjoying a chicken nugget dinner and said he may go over to the Righteous Room later. By the time we left Six Feet he had already relocated to The Local on Ponce. We stayed there till about 12:30 drinking PBR and shooting the shit, giving the eye to college girls. One of the biggest challenges a guy faces when meeting girls is when they are in groups of three or more, especially if he’s flying solo. Here, not only does he need to open the whole group but win over his target AND her friends. Tough without a wingman.
Lesson of the day: Bring cash.
I’m off to see “No Country for Old Men.” It’s been out forever and I hear amazing things. But the Academy Awards are tonight and though I have no intention of watching, I’m sick of sticking my fingers in my ears whenever someone wants to discuss this movie.
Just for clarification, I’m going NEXT Saturday. Definitely want to see Cowboy Mouth and I’m eager to hear Gringo Star live. Sure it’s a two-day event, but I just don’t think I could eat oysters for two days straight. I don’t even know if I like oysters.
