!I'M A PRINCESS!
went to richards on richards last night to see the scissor sisters. http://www.scissorsisters.com/ they rocked, i've never seen anything like 'em before. we met rod there, very gay and quite fabulous. he called me a princess and thought i was 19. needless to say - i love him. he was almost as excited as rhonda to be seein the scissor sisters - and she was singin and dancin around on the street when she first found out.
the opening show featured the fitness. i think they royally sucked. the sound was ok but they were talentless hacks. there was a keyboard guy, a guitar guy, a girl on bass guitar and the she switched over the second keyboard every once in a while and a lead gal. first of all, less-than-five peice bands have a hard time impressing me. u'r guitar ppl better be fuckin awesome. this band, however, was by no means fuckin awesome material not even in the vicinity of. the chick on bass kept switchin over to the second keyboard and played the same two chords over and over again. the guy on guitar put his guitar away and just sortta screamed and pranced around the stage. the only thing consistent was the keyboard and the lead but really - who can't hollar the same 3 lines repetitively to a synthesizer?rhonda still bought their cd but she has a hard time dislikin anything, she gave points on originality.
in between shows last night, rhonda wanders away and rod, makin some chit chat, tells me that i'm obviously from money, i'm a princess and absolutely fan-fuckin-tastico. flattered? mostly - but it's still ringin in my head. when did i start lookin like that girl? the spoiled little asian gal? now i can't stop thinkin 'bout it. my new apartment, my new car, the way i look and all my spoils from being a sucker for consumerism amount to not a hard working or a sucessful power-gal but rather a princess who gets it all from daddy-moneybags.WTF! rod, u'r a beautiful person but u'r a fucker for bringin this to my attention. where's the solution? what now? fucker!
there's no recoverin from that. after the show we went to tonic. it's pretty dead on a wednesday but really, i didn't know what to expect. there was a raffle for cancer research of some sort and so, true to form, i bought a ticket. i won. i've never won, but i won second prize. it's quite exciting, i got two tickets to the bc lions game next thursday, three tickets to the indy tomorrow and the default concert at the plaza of nations after, $50 cactus club certificates, a $25 tonic certificate, two bottles of wine and a bunch of little goodies at the bottom of the basket that i've yet to explore. so if there's any football fans out there - i've got tickets for the takin. the indy, i'm not so excited about but default is gonna rock! http://www.defaultonline.com/ there's a company bbq tomorrow night too but i'm not goin cuz i won tickets.
fun. fun. fun.
the opening show featured the fitness. i think they royally sucked. the sound was ok but they were talentless hacks. there was a keyboard guy, a guitar guy, a girl on bass guitar and the she switched over the second keyboard every once in a while and a lead gal. first of all, less-than-five peice bands have a hard time impressing me. u'r guitar ppl better be fuckin awesome. this band, however, was by no means fuckin awesome material not even in the vicinity of. the chick on bass kept switchin over to the second keyboard and played the same two chords over and over again. the guy on guitar put his guitar away and just sortta screamed and pranced around the stage. the only thing consistent was the keyboard and the lead but really - who can't hollar the same 3 lines repetitively to a synthesizer?rhonda still bought their cd but she has a hard time dislikin anything, she gave points on originality.
in between shows last night, rhonda wanders away and rod, makin some chit chat, tells me that i'm obviously from money, i'm a princess and absolutely fan-fuckin-tastico. flattered? mostly - but it's still ringin in my head. when did i start lookin like that girl? the spoiled little asian gal? now i can't stop thinkin 'bout it. my new apartment, my new car, the way i look and all my spoils from being a sucker for consumerism amount to not a hard working or a sucessful power-gal but rather a princess who gets it all from daddy-moneybags.WTF! rod, u'r a beautiful person but u'r a fucker for bringin this to my attention. where's the solution? what now? fucker!
there's no recoverin from that. after the show we went to tonic. it's pretty dead on a wednesday but really, i didn't know what to expect. there was a raffle for cancer research of some sort and so, true to form, i bought a ticket. i won. i've never won, but i won second prize. it's quite exciting, i got two tickets to the bc lions game next thursday, three tickets to the indy tomorrow and the default concert at the plaza of nations after, $50 cactus club certificates, a $25 tonic certificate, two bottles of wine and a bunch of little goodies at the bottom of the basket that i've yet to explore. so if there's any football fans out there - i've got tickets for the takin. the indy, i'm not so excited about but default is gonna rock! http://www.defaultonline.com/ there's a company bbq tomorrow night too but i'm not goin cuz i won tickets.
fun. fun. fun.
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