...me actually finding something else better to do than post. Well, I dunno if I can say better per se or even something else, but I've been bouncing around spending minimal time in front of the comp lately. Still a few notes:
1. Free shit is excellent. I've been on a bit of a roll lately with the swag. More free shows and prizes! (And I've just jinxed myself, natch.)
2. Everyone in the hood is an entrepreneur, a hustler, one with dreams and drive and ambition...except me, I was thinking the other day. Connecticut has made me soft, it's dampened my fire. I'm planning on doing something about that.
3a. A note for the fool at the party last week (which I will expand upon later): The most countereffect flirting technique that I can think of has to be that when you were younger, you used to go to my neighborhood to buy drugs from those funny, funny crackheads. You're lucky you weren't ripped to shreds, but at least you had the foresight to make yourself scarce after that.
3b. I really despise when people who don't know me that well want to do that touchy/kissy shit. I've got to be one of the most non-touching people I know...unless I'm drunk or have known you forever or our relationship is like that (or will be soon enough) and even then it depends on mood. At Sapph last night, this guy who has been trying to kick it to me did that whole "hey, girl, nice to see you" crap and gave me this kiss that was a little too close to my neck for comfort. Yay for a thick turtleneck sweater! He better recognize that I will beat a man, like my annoying Saturday party shadow could recognize with a glance.
4. Being broke sucks my nuts. For future reference, I'm taking money upfront and will ride them until they cut that check.
5. Isn't it possible to follow the styles (as misguided as they may be) and not fuck up your hair also? At the rock show (which will also be expanded upon at a later date), this band was all about The Look and they had their outfits coordinated and such and that was okay. But, they topped it off with MULLETS! No! That is never okay. Friends don't let friends have mullets. Why would you purposely want to look like shit? Ack. I'm out of touch. I obviously don't get it. But, fuck a mullet. I don't want to.
6. Cranberry juice is indeed good for my health. I'm feeling better already. I'll be having a low-key early in (you know, like 4 or 5 instead of 8) weekend to get the remnants of the sickly out of my system.
7. Stevie Wonder is always excellent. His covers almost make me forget that there were originals. "Blowin' In The Wind" and "We Can Work It Out" are choice.
Posted by Candicissima at November 21, 2003 04:08 PMMullets should have been over by now. Please be over.
Posted by: Jenny at November 22, 2003 08:33 PMyou were at sapphire on friday too?
Posted by: nick at November 24, 2003 11:45 AMFor a change, I wasn't actually. I went to the door and chatted with my friend, but decided to make an early night of it. Don't tell me someone actually went there because of all my free promotion!
Posted by: Candicissima at November 24, 2003 03:16 PMin a roundabout way. my friends were steering the evening and we ended up there because bob was deemed "too crowded." ehhh - it wasn't bad, not particularly memorable though. DJ played each song too long, very Urkel-y crowd too. i realized it was the place you talked about afterwards, kind of like "huh?"
Posted by: nick at November 25, 2003 02:22 PMHeh. The first thing I'll admit about the place is that it can be hit or miss. They've been more than a few times when I'm like "sorry, guys, this crowd is wack. I'm out of here." Bob, on the other hand, sucks and if I wanted the meat market groping, I'd have gone uptown.
Posted by: Candicissima at November 25, 2003 06:47 PM