Rocks and Deals...

i liked the part where me and Brett hopped into a cab outside Molotov's and the driver turns around and goes "you guys wanna beer?"...and Brett goes, "are YOU drinking?" and he goes "naw...i got a 22 of Prohibition though, you want it..." and i go "um hell yeah! thanks!" and Brett goes "Deco Lounge please..." and he goes "you guys can smoke in here...you mind if i turn this up?" and then me and Brett are riding through the LH sapping beer, smoking stogs (she's not) listening to some really great Surf Punk really loud with the windows down talking to the cabbie about detox...that part was pretty fun.

i also liked the part where i met up with Steve O. at Molotov's and Steve shit-talked The Machinist and then Christian Bale in general...Steve says "The Machinist?! that was one of the worst movies i've ever seen...i liked the part where he got hit by the car though..."...and then i was into the part where me and Steve sort of bro'd out over the fact that neither of us is comfortable with everybody kind of shitting on Tim Burton's OG Batman and Jack Nickelson's The Joker just because Chris Nolan made a good action movie...and then we had a conversation with Brett about "poo-ticles," she's an esthetician, can you deduce? and then it was probably a little weird when i told these two girls, who i hadn't seen since high school, one of the girls who was on a date with my roommate at that moment, that i had been "good, i mean, i was locked up for 4 years on a drug rap...but no, yeah, i mean, it's bullshit...i've been really good though...you?"...our 10 year reunion is coming up in Nov., egads!

and then the part where it was Sunday and i felt like crying, but happy crying so i watched Smoke...that movie gets an intense cry-smile out of me every time, Smoke and Holland's Olivier Olivier are my go to weepy/ get it all out movies...and then i ate that spinach quiche with a tin of nacho cheese dip on the side and then Jon came home and i said "Sunday beers at Molotov's?" and he said "yeah, now?" and i said "yep..." and then at Molotov's Jon and i talk about girls and Concord and the horrors of camping and hangovers and the lameness of Rhythmic Gymnastics as a "sport" (i say it's "entertainment"...like juggling)...but Jon left and i'm still there and then the part where that girl sat next to me, and she was hammered, and she touches my wrist and says "you're furry..." and then i go "no i'm not, look..." and then i pulled up my sleeve to show her how not furry i am, but she goes "yes, furry..." and then she introduces herself as "Allison...with two 'l's'" and then i'm like "is there another way to spell 'Allison'...?" and she says "with a 'y'" and i'm hella confused, but anyway, so she buys me a shot of Dewers which tastes like Appalachian-hippie-sweat and then she's really drunk now and giving me the come-hither google eyes, so she touches my knee and says "do you want to makeout...?" and rabbit out of the hat i say "haha, um...no thanks, i'm with somebody..."...and then she says "i'm pretty upfront..." and i'm like "that's cool...thanks for the drink..."...and then it gets awkward and she hands me 6 of her business cards...turns out she works for Dewers, she's in marketing...

and then the part today that i'm not so into is being really hungover at work...so i've decided that i'm not going to do the "Sunday beers at Molotov's" thing for a long time or at least the "Sunday beers at Molotov's while being fed shots of Dewers whiskey by a sloppy drunk punk rock girl with GZA blaring in the backgroud and some MMA fighting crap on the TV with a stomach full of Kirkland Brand quiche and 2 day old nacho cheese dip from the corner store" thing...but then i talked with Geoffrey Young on the phone this morning and he's cool and he wrote a little chapbook called Rocks And Deals that's sitting on my desk right now...

...currently listening to Philip Glass be minimal