Up and Down the 55

   Yesterday I went to see Robin Kivlin's band Jack Bighead at Hogue Barmichaels. As always they rocked out and were awesome. They're kinda like Solemite or Locale AM.
   The place was pretty sketchy.. they were trying to get more money from the band than had been agreed upon.... originally the band was to keep all profits over the first 50 tickets sold, but then the place started demanding all other profits and they were like "uhhh go suck yourself."
   And the door man was "the angriest person ever." That guy definitely had a complex. He kept shouting at people but he did it in a way that no one took seriously. I was helping the band move equipment in and out and I don't know how many times he told me I couldn't go in and out.. but I still definitely did. He didn't even take my ticket. And he exed out my hands without even asking for ID. My friend/twin Brad (I think that was his name? from Robin's last party) showed ID and got scrutinized for like ten minutes by the man.

   From there I went up the 55 to a a Wild Rivers official party at this roller-rink just to make an appearance. Was there for a bit. Called Allie who I was supposed to hang out with and lived in that area, but no response. Then I went back down the 55 to where the afterparty for Robin's show was supposed to be.. got to the street in question but hadn't been given the address... tried calling Robin but no response so I had to return home.

   Was planning on stopping diedrichs for free pizza hut since it was appx midnight when I rolled by.. pulled into the parking lot, saw two cop cars there, kept on moving...


   There are a number of things I keeep forgetting to put in the lj and I remember like while I'm at work... so.. this is in honour of those things I guess.


   Now its time to see about those straight edge kids.

Anti-Climatic

   Well it looks like I do in fact need to code entries into secrecy. In the mean time, I refer you all to the disclaimer. It is the disclaimer I originally wrote for The Chosen Echidna. In a nutshell I reserve the right to deny anything in this livejournal - it may well just be written there to make my life sound more exciting than it actually is. I reserve the right to claim that Diedrichs doesn't even exist and I really just sit at home every evening and wait for the phone to ring.


   With that in mind, if there were any straight edgers who may have intended to fight the people who I may consider my friends, hypothetically they might have declared that we were to meet them at THEIR hang out this evening... yea we woulnd't theoretically deliver a fight right to their doorstep at the time they determined, we're not their bitcheses. So it would have been the decision of Matt and the others that if we were to take them on we would do so at least at a time of OUR choosing. Assuming this were all a real scenerio.


   I remembered one of the things I keep forgetting to write. Apparently Mike the Horrible Human has learned of my livejournal, though not seen it himself because he is a neanderthal ruffian who is probably afraid of computers.. but he apparently is actually upset that many people now regularly refer to him as "Mike the Horrible Human." Aww isn't that cute.. he's upset.
   Today he sprayed me with lighter fluid in keeping with his frequent threats to set me on fire, and then was like "does anyone have a lighter??" I know people did so I dunno if he didn't really put any effort into finding one (I doubt he'd actually set me on fire) or if everyone pretended they had none, but as I was leaving (as I was at the time anyway) I pointed to this girl Steph and was like "she has a lighter" (cause she did, a pretty awesome one).