|February 6, 2000|
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|Oh, what a weekend.
It started out on Thursday night when I went to see Fury III play at the Curtain Club. I hadn't seen them in a few months, and I figured that for $3, it was worth going down and socializing. On top of the fact that it was my dear Dave Davies' 53rd birthday, and I couldn't think of anything more fitting (from a local standpoint) than going to see the Fury. I got down there about five or ten minutes after they finished (figures) and ended up hanging with Steve and Cullen for most of the night. It's funny - I had never really had a chance to talk to Cullen before last night, even though I used to see him like once a week hanging out at the same places I did. We argued over whether Sloan sounded like Fleetwood Mac or not (I said no) and shared gossip. Steve and I went next door after a while to the Liquid Lounge when Whit (my favorite bartender ever) told me that he saw the Kids in the Hall hanging out over there. They played a sold out show at the Bronco Bowl earlier that night and I was kind of bummed that I didn't get tickets for it, but like I said, it sold out and did so very fast.
The part I left out, was that while at the Curtain Club, I started feeling really sick and ran to the bathroom to throw up. I thought maybe it was the lasagna I had for dinner, so I stayed. Bad idea.
We were hanging out at the Liquid Lounge watching this really cool jazz band onstage. Basically, the DJ would start spinning some drum and bass track, and four guys would jump in and play along, and then take the song in a different direction. It was really something to see. I saw the most beautiful boy in the world walk next to the bar too -- he looked like cute gap boy, except shaggier, and had the cutest denim jacket on. He had a camcorder recording people in the club, and I looked over and noticed he had the camera on me, so I looked at him like, "What the hell are you doing?" and we started talking. Turns out he was on the road with the Kids in the Hall and was making a little tour documentary for them. And then he invited me upstairs where they were all hanging out. So I went up there and mostly talked with Mark - the one in Spiceworld and the headcrusher guy - until I realized I was going to vomit again. Ugh!
So I got out of there. I went home and tried to go to sleep, and I just couldn't do it. I was up in bed all night except for about two or three hours of bad rest, and probably threw up five or six more times in there. I felt like shit. Needless to say, I didn't feel any better by the morning and called in sick to work. I didn't want to get to work and start vomiting all over my cube. Smart move. I was sick almost all day, but my grandma did go and get some medicine for me. By dinner time I was feeling much better.
Yesterday I started moving some of my furniture and stuff out of the old apartment finally. I didn't get all of it because Rajesh could only help for a couple of hours and it was just very difficult to get everything done in one trip. I was supposed to go back today, but that just didn't work out. sigh. It looks like I'm going to have to go up there one night this week and finish up the job.
Last night I met up with Geoff (the guy that took me to see Pavement) at the Red Blood Club and saw some friends of his play. They're called Crooked Teeth and I really dug it a lot. Kind of sound like they're in the 60s beat/90s rock vein. Keyboardist/lead singer boy looks like a red headed Steve Marriott and played his keyboard furiously while wearing some really cool sunglasses. You know, of course, that that was all it took for me to really like them.
We went from there with some cats to this party in this really cute old house near Greenville. The two guys that rent out the place were really cool - one was wearing a Stereolab shirt and one was wearing a Flaming Lips shirt - so it was obvious I had at least musical tastes in common with them. We listened to Donovan and Spoon and talked about the Monkees. Good night. I'm going to be hanging out with a couple of those guys sometime soon which should be fun. It's really nice to be out on my own making new friends. I always feel like a hanger-on if I'm with one of my gal pals and meet the friends that they have ... they might be the sweetest people in the world, but it always feels like a second cousin-like association with them if I see them on the street or wherever. These people are actually the types I prefer hanging out with, so I'm super stoked. The boy that looks like Steve Marriott, Chad, is supposedly going to meet me up at the Cavern tomorrow night, so I'll have someone to talk to. Yay! I already invited Geoff to meet me up there, but I'm not sure if he will or not -- he likes to sleep (crazy old fashioned idea!) but I think he would enjoy it. Last night he started singing Faster Pussycat's "House of Pain" kind of out of the blue, and he was talking about Poison earlier in the night, so he might at least be amused with the whole place. I'm not sure if he's going to be there though ... part of me really gets along with Geoff, but there's another part of me that thinks he really hates me. He's very peculiar and I'm not used to handling people like him. I guess that makes me like hanging out with him more, but at the same time, he intimidates me. Which is rare, because there aren't many people out there that I'll admit being intimidated by. I mean, I gave old Henry Rollins a hug last year without any hesitation, and put my arm around Slash without thinking twice about it. But Geoff, I just don't know how to read him.
My birthday is in ten days. I'm not sure what I'm going to do exactly, but Judah Bauer (mmmm!) is playing the night before, and I'm not going to miss that. I think towards the end of the week, I'm going to have a drunk bowling party with my friends, but I'm not sure exactly when to do it or where to have it. If anyone wants to help me coordinate this, feel free to step right in.
Acme - Jon Spencer Blues Explosion.
Rule OK - The Dandy Warhols.
You Really Got Me - The Kinks.
The Best of Big Star - Big Star.
This Year's Model - Elvis Costello.