for some fucked up, really pissed poor, annoying reason, the new blogger format looks different on my work computer than on the computer at home. it's just this fucking gray background with a window that you post things in. makes me feel like strangling some sorry ass motherfucker.
it was a long night last night. a group of us, coerced mainly by me, went to see stefana and her band perform at the knitting factory in hollywood last night. she was schedule to start performing, bellydancer and all, at 11pm. but as unfortunate luck and some fucking assholers on stage would have it, she didn't get on until well past midnight. (it was really cool of my friends to stay and support her even though it was immensely late and they had to sit through some pretty awful shit bands.)
jumping ahead a little here... deidra, her friend gwen, and her ex-boyfriend/current roommate, robert met up with me at the VA and we went to chin chin in brentwood for gwen's birthday dinner. gwen had the "dim sum and then sum" (a trifecta of finger foods - potstickers, mushu pork, and bbq ribs); robert had some sort of noodle dish with veggies and meat; deidra had the veggies in lettuce cups; and yours truly had the hunam chicken. the food wasn't especially great since it is a chinese restaurant that caters to whities, however, it was better than what i'd expected. after dinner, gwen started fellating her birthday dessert, a chocolate eggroll, and i think robert captured it digitally with his new camcorder.
it was getting late, and we had to get our asses to the knitting factory. i told my friends that we were going to be there at around 9ish, but we didn't get there until an hour later. oh well. i've never been to the knitting factory, and i was surprised that the venue was so small. of the three undersized areas there, stefana's and the other bands were stuck in the cramped alternative room. we had to sat through five pretty crappy bands before we were able to enjoy the brilliant musical stylings of ms. stefana. after the show, i walked everyone back to their cars, and went home, 2am.
i rang up my parents, wind down and relaxed a little bit in front of the computer and tv, had a light snack and a shower, and went to bed at 4am. usually i'm pretty good with getting six hours of dreamy-sleep time. but i guess the potency of the rum & coke and the long island ice tea at tkf made waking up this morning a bitch. didn't get into work until 12, but luckily, my supervisor was out. it's amazing how much life rocks when the supervisor's gone.
btw, i totally forgot to bring my camera so i have no digital proof that the above actually happened. you'll just have to take my word for it (don't do it!), or go talk to robert.
it was a long night last night. a group of us, coerced mainly by me, went to see stefana and her band perform at the knitting factory in hollywood last night. she was schedule to start performing, bellydancer and all, at 11pm. but as unfortunate luck and some fucking assholers on stage would have it, she didn't get on until well past midnight. (it was really cool of my friends to stay and support her even though it was immensely late and they had to sit through some pretty awful shit bands.)
jumping ahead a little here... deidra, her friend gwen, and her ex-boyfriend/current roommate, robert met up with me at the VA and we went to chin chin in brentwood for gwen's birthday dinner. gwen had the "dim sum and then sum" (a trifecta of finger foods - potstickers, mushu pork, and bbq ribs); robert had some sort of noodle dish with veggies and meat; deidra had the veggies in lettuce cups; and yours truly had the hunam chicken. the food wasn't especially great since it is a chinese restaurant that caters to whities, however, it was better than what i'd expected. after dinner, gwen started fellating her birthday dessert, a chocolate eggroll, and i think robert captured it digitally with his new camcorder.
it was getting late, and we had to get our asses to the knitting factory. i told my friends that we were going to be there at around 9ish, but we didn't get there until an hour later. oh well. i've never been to the knitting factory, and i was surprised that the venue was so small. of the three undersized areas there, stefana's and the other bands were stuck in the cramped alternative room. we had to sat through five pretty crappy bands before we were able to enjoy the brilliant musical stylings of ms. stefana. after the show, i walked everyone back to their cars, and went home, 2am.
i rang up my parents, wind down and relaxed a little bit in front of the computer and tv, had a light snack and a shower, and went to bed at 4am. usually i'm pretty good with getting six hours of dreamy-sleep time. but i guess the potency of the rum & coke and the long island ice tea at tkf made waking up this morning a bitch. didn't get into work until 12, but luckily, my supervisor was out. it's amazing how much life rocks when the supervisor's gone.
btw, i totally forgot to bring my camera so i have no digital proof that the above actually happened. you'll just have to take my word for it (don't do it!), or go talk to robert.
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