Last week was fall break, which I feel was brilliantly timed. The University calls it a "study break", but it's the week AFTER midterms. I made good use of it though. Good use of course being spending all of the money that I had getting drunk. Okay, not every night. I did work a good bit. I voluntarily went to the Houndstooth last Wednesday night. $3 pitchers will do that to a man, or an asswipe for that matter. Thursday entailed working. A hangover, and working. Friday was more working. I got out of my closing shift and spent that evening in Birmingham and had what I thought was a really funny encounter with a waitress at a bar in Birmingham. Saturday, I bought some new records in Birmingham. I got the singles for the Kinks' "You Really Got Me" and "Lola" and a record that teaches you how to play along with the best of the Kingston Trio. The latter was free. After that, I managed to get lost in Jefferson County for about 45 minutes (don't ask), got a slight hard-on when I passed a train station in Bessemer (America's 9th most violent city!), slept until 7pm, and got drunk and watched football. I love going to Egan's and being the only person there that doesn't work there. Sunday was hungover for most of the day, and then working. Work kinda sucked when the T-Mobile network decided to be efficient and not work. Monday was the most fun. I worked, read, got drunk, and gave the last $20 that I had to an indie pop band from Louisiana.
More on the indie pop band. I don't even really like indie pop. It's funny what happens when you get drunk and a band has an attractive female member that not only has a sweet voice, but she also plays guitar, ukelele, percussion, and a mean damn tambourine. And she could move. Not like drunk girl at a party dance or like all the strippers that I've ever paid to entertain me. She was graceful and smooth and had a flow. That's probably why I liked them. Okay, it IS why I liked them, and gave them my last $20 so they could make it to the next show. They actually weren't bad though. I'll put a video up at the end of this tripe.
Fortunately, tomorrow is payday. I can pay my water and power bills and maybe have a couple of drinks (AFTER I finish being a good student and read the rest of Gogol's Dead Souls.)
Speaking of new music, a guy that I work with gave me the latest Frank Turner album. He just signed to Epitaph Records (the best band to sign to Epitaph in a LONG time. Really, Epitaph has gone to hell.) It's really good. The songs are really good and he sings like he's English (You know what I'm getting at, how guys like Eric Clapton sound American when they sing.)
I got a little panicky Sunday night at work because the T-Mobile network was down and I thought that my phone was cut off again. Let's just hope it doesn't get that far again. I think I've got it figured out though. I got the first "past due" text this morning. I'll get about 5 more and then they start calling and saying "Hey, this is T-Mobile, pay your goddamn phone bill!" Then, without fail, my phone will be cut off at an inconvenient time, like when I'm delivering to a dorm (to some dickhead or dumb cunt that probably won't tip) and I have to call them to come get their sandwich. Yeah, that's when it will happen.
Oh yeah, someone ordered Jimmy John's last week and had a cookie delivered. A cookie. One goddamn cookie. I delivered it, and got a $2 tip. Granted, the cookie was $2 (which makes the tip 100%), that's just goddamn lazy. Fuck you guy.
I just adjusted myself I think the girl next to me assumed that I'm playing with myself. No ma'am. That comes behind the locked privacy of my own apartment door. Unless the pest control guy shows up at 9am while I'm sleeping off a hangover, starts banging on my door, and somehow has a key and let's himself into my place. Fuck you pest control guy. I need my hangover sleep. And there's no way in hell I'm getting up with an erection and letting you into my place just to spray for bugs.
Well, that paragraph just sent this post downhill really quick. I guess I'm gonna call it a night with that. Maybe, if someone actually reads this thing, I'll do it again REAL soon.
Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.
And now, here's Givers (the indie pop band with the pretty girl singer).
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