oh, yeah, i forgot...
in my catch-up post i failed to mention going to see alien ant farm at maggie o'toole's earlier this month.
q wanted to get together some people to go watch aaf, and didn't seem to be having any luck, and i had the night off, so i told him i'd go.
i only know the one song by aaf. you know, it's that micheal jackson cover of that song about the japanese girl. c'mon, you know it: annie urrokke, urrokke, urrokke annie. you've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal! but i figured getting out to a bar and seeing a band i had actually heard of might be fun, and i like hanging out with q, so it was cool.
we ended up at a table with some of q's other friends and their friends. as the night progressed, and they got considerably drunker (i stopped after a couple of drinks, since q spilled guinness all over me doing some goofy thing and i told him i needed his keys, as his drunk ass was not driving us home), i began to feel old. the average age of everyone else at the table was 22. most of them were army airborne or army rangers. most of them were pretty full of themselves. there was only one girl at the table, a cute, petite thing with enormous breasts (which brings up a tangentiant thought that i have had: is it just me, or are smaller- and smaller-framed girls showing up with much larger boobs than i am used to seeing on ladies of their size? wonder how much the surgeon's scalpel has to do with it. in this particular case, absolutely none. i could see enough of her cleavage to know they were real.), who sat idly by while two of the guys played some game that i had never seen before: the "i've had that" game.
it goes like this, (and i offer this particular one as an example only, and let me assure you, it was the tamer of the list they went through) one says, "ever had a girl let you fuck her in the ass, then ask you to shoot your load in her mouth?" those present who had, said, "i've had that." it made me feel old. most of the stuff they said they had done (i think they were lying, frankly, but who knows?), i would never dream of doing to a lady, unless she specifically asked for it in the heat of the moment. later, i overhear the girl at our table ask one of the other guys why she was still single. i had a burning desire to tell her it's cause she hangs out with stupid fucking bastards who only think of women as receptacles for their cum. but i kept my mouth shut. in the context of the bigger conversation she was having with this guy, i think it was an invite for him to come home with her and fuck her senseless. i know, i know, written out here by itself, it looks like she was sad with the state of her life, but the whole conversation seemed to be some kind of convoluted flirting that i didn't get in any way, shape, or form. and that made me feel even older.
all this while the shitty opening bands played through their sets. then we actually got up by the stage for aaf, and they blew my goddammed mind. they were insanely good, and i spent the whole time watching the bassist, who not only was a stunningly brilliant bassist, but also had an intense amount of energy. i actually got bounced around a little by the mosh pit, which i haven't done since fucking my knee up in a mosh pit at a concert in fairbanks some 8 years ago, nearly.
to top it off, after the show, the band hung about signing autographs and talking to fans, and i spent a good five minutes talking to the bassist about playing styles, favorite basses, and other such sundry bassist shit. q grabbed a set list off the stage, and got it signed by everyone in the band, and was very pleased in his guinness-fueled haze.
overall, a fun night, though i felt like the lameass older guy who can't have any fun.
in other news, no. 1 is throw-uppy today, making it two members of my family that i am taking care of. he's had about 3 baths already today, and the floor needs to be steam-cleaned. i've also washed his blankie at least twice. right now, i'm the only person in my family that is awake, which means that later the boys will not want to go to sleep, and i will be up late, probably. but oh well. not like i have anything going on tomorrow except caring for the sick members of my family.
i may need more time off from work. heh heh.
darth sardonic
q wanted to get together some people to go watch aaf, and didn't seem to be having any luck, and i had the night off, so i told him i'd go.
i only know the one song by aaf. you know, it's that micheal jackson cover of that song about the japanese girl. c'mon, you know it: annie urrokke, urrokke, urrokke annie. you've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal! but i figured getting out to a bar and seeing a band i had actually heard of might be fun, and i like hanging out with q, so it was cool.
we ended up at a table with some of q's other friends and their friends. as the night progressed, and they got considerably drunker (i stopped after a couple of drinks, since q spilled guinness all over me doing some goofy thing and i told him i needed his keys, as his drunk ass was not driving us home), i began to feel old. the average age of everyone else at the table was 22. most of them were army airborne or army rangers. most of them were pretty full of themselves. there was only one girl at the table, a cute, petite thing with enormous breasts (which brings up a tangentiant thought that i have had: is it just me, or are smaller- and smaller-framed girls showing up with much larger boobs than i am used to seeing on ladies of their size? wonder how much the surgeon's scalpel has to do with it. in this particular case, absolutely none. i could see enough of her cleavage to know they were real.), who sat idly by while two of the guys played some game that i had never seen before: the "i've had that" game.
it goes like this, (and i offer this particular one as an example only, and let me assure you, it was the tamer of the list they went through) one says, "ever had a girl let you fuck her in the ass, then ask you to shoot your load in her mouth?" those present who had, said, "i've had that." it made me feel old. most of the stuff they said they had done (i think they were lying, frankly, but who knows?), i would never dream of doing to a lady, unless she specifically asked for it in the heat of the moment. later, i overhear the girl at our table ask one of the other guys why she was still single. i had a burning desire to tell her it's cause she hangs out with stupid fucking bastards who only think of women as receptacles for their cum. but i kept my mouth shut. in the context of the bigger conversation she was having with this guy, i think it was an invite for him to come home with her and fuck her senseless. i know, i know, written out here by itself, it looks like she was sad with the state of her life, but the whole conversation seemed to be some kind of convoluted flirting that i didn't get in any way, shape, or form. and that made me feel even older.
all this while the shitty opening bands played through their sets. then we actually got up by the stage for aaf, and they blew my goddammed mind. they were insanely good, and i spent the whole time watching the bassist, who not only was a stunningly brilliant bassist, but also had an intense amount of energy. i actually got bounced around a little by the mosh pit, which i haven't done since fucking my knee up in a mosh pit at a concert in fairbanks some 8 years ago, nearly.
to top it off, after the show, the band hung about signing autographs and talking to fans, and i spent a good five minutes talking to the bassist about playing styles, favorite basses, and other such sundry bassist shit. q grabbed a set list off the stage, and got it signed by everyone in the band, and was very pleased in his guinness-fueled haze.
overall, a fun night, though i felt like the lameass older guy who can't have any fun.
in other news, no. 1 is throw-uppy today, making it two members of my family that i am taking care of. he's had about 3 baths already today, and the floor needs to be steam-cleaned. i've also washed his blankie at least twice. right now, i'm the only person in my family that is awake, which means that later the boys will not want to go to sleep, and i will be up late, probably. but oh well. not like i have anything going on tomorrow except caring for the sick members of my family.
i may need more time off from work. heh heh.
darth sardonic
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