My Rock N Roll Lifestyle

so, last night i went to a going away thing for a friend from work. it was nice but there were a few things off about it. first, my boss and her boss were there. it didn't stop me from fully participating in happy hour but i had to watch my swearing, etc.

next, i have two co-workers that are decent people but annoying as a perma-wedgie. honestly the most abrasive and bossy folks i've ever met. i spend enough time with them when i'm getting paid so i'd rather not do it off the clock.

lastly, i may have finally learned that ulcer + beer = uncomfort the like i cannot stand. i left earlier than planned simply because i was repeatedly told that i looked wiped out and sick.

well, when the wiped out and sick girl returned home she found that her roommates had a gig that night. their band is called flink and i genuinely like their music. however, going along to their gig sounded good until it was close to two and i still hadn't seen my bed yet.

the two opening bands redefined horrid for me, my friends. i have never heard anything quite so horrendous as the first band. they would not have been so horrible except for one major detail... during every song their bass player screamed into the mic. by that i mean that he used the shrillest voice possible and it sounded like a car collision.

the next band was only slightly better. they had two memorable songs in a set of fifteen. one involved a catchy line about "drinking in the kitchen" which they repeated 20 times or so. the next had the singer praising his girl "watching her dance in her new underpants".

more to follow...