Okay, so it wasn't actually a blind "date," but it was definitely blind. I guess it could just be called a blind meeting. I hooked up with this musician on Craigslist who wanted to collaborate on music, and last night was our first meeting. Wow. Interesting stuff. First, she comes dressed pretty wild--which isn't necessarily bad, but you know, this is just the icing on the cake. To make things short, we went to a coffee place, and she drank some random, cold, left-over coffee that had been sitting outside on a table. () Fucking hell... how strange is that, not to mention disgusting? And then, after pretty much ditching me for the entirety of the concert we were going to, she was kicked out of the venue by security for trying to run backstage for some insane reason. She was supposed to give me a ride home, but she was looking rather distressed , so I decided to just walk it... which was fucking scary at 1 AM. I'll tell ya, there are some sketchy people out after midnight. And one final thing: While walking home, some pretty shaky-looking, white, baby boomer asked me if I was "lookin'." I had no fucking idea what that meant , so I shook my head "no" and walked a little faster. What does that mean? Was he asking if I was looking for drugs? Man... weird stuff.
I figured. However, there was a small part of me wondering if he was asking if I was "lookin'" at his bod.
Seriously, Derek. Didn't your mom ever tell you not to talk to strangers?! Including internet ho-bags? That aging baby boomer probably just wanted to eff you up the ass, as would I. You should learn kung-fu. (For next time.) ()
Yeah, it was good. It was the Apples in Stereo with two pretty cool opening acts as well. The first opener closed their set with a fucking awesome version of Johnny B. Goode which ended with an insane backflip off of a guitar amp. And the Apples closed their set by having all of the band members from the two opening acts join them onstage for the last song. "Internet ho-bag" is such the appropriate description. <3 And no, my mother apparently didn't teach me shit. "teh Hippiee Fora" has taught me much, but no one here has advocated picking up meth from a would-be internet ho-bag baby boomer standing against a wall with a banana in his pants.
Oh, and I forgot one of the OTHER weird things that happened that night. While the two of us were sitting outside the coffee shop (and before she decided to drink the aged, AIDS-ridden coffee, mind you), some really awkward guy approached her and said, "May I speak to you for a moment?" He was a film school student, and he wanted her to star in his silent, black and white art school short film... which you already knew was going to be fucking weird. And coming from this serial killer guy, I was cringing at the thought of what it would all be about. And sure enough, he wanted her to be some woman who is beaten to death and all fucked up in a back alley... and of course, the internet ho-bag was delighted. Ahaha.
ahahahahah awh man, I am so jealous of you I wanna hang out with internet ho-bag and run into this serial killer guy =D
yeah i too am jealous, it's not every day thsat you get to hang out with internet ho-bags and serial killer guys and aging baby boomers selling drugs or sex you's a lucky one derek
molded AIDS coffee though hmm...maybe she knew something we don't...maybe molded AIDS coffee is the new starbucks
I want to go to Starbucks and order a molded AIDS cappuccino with whipped cream and a dome lid. Ahaha... I don't actually go to Starbucks, just so you know.
hahaha i have a gucci bag that carries my little dog spartacus and he loves to go to starbucks, i'm actually a writer too and of course i wouldn't be a writer unless i did my writing at starbucks on my ibook
Hey, I have an iBook than can occasionally be found in a coffee shop... but that's only because Macs are great and I don't usually have internet at home. Don't hate what you can't understand, Jess.
hahaha :tongue: i do understand though, therefore i can make jokes all i like :tongue: my jokes are often based on love and not hate