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2002-04-04 12:05:45
This entry: EK'S RAGING MISANTHROPY REVEALED!
kyburg: Heh - sounds good :D
Problem is, I gotta dress nice or I can't get in to see the show. Aw, hell, I'll just break in the heels I'm going to wear at Central, I guess.
It's not a matter of competing, it's a matter of hating to be in places where you're constantly being buffeted around by the mighty vibe of YOU'RENOTWELCOMEHEREYOU'RENOTWELCOMEHEREYOU'REUGLYGETOUTNOW.
I spent four years in high school, and I really don't care to repeat the experience, even for just a couple of hours.
Here's the page of reviews about the club - the positive reviews scare me more than the negative ones:
http://austin.citysearch.com/profile/11587118/
(If it tells you anything, my favorite bar in Austin is far from downtown, up on a hill by the lake, in a beat-up little shack, where Johnny Cash tapes play on a mono speaker.)
"Best pick-up bar in Austin", huh...
Jesusfuckingchrist. >_<
OH, speaking of pickups, I never shared the silly story from Easter.
OK, so we're all over at Brett and Aleks' house, watching "Snatch". ("We" being Me, Brett, Aleks, Adam, Danetta, Greggo, Nisha, and Nisha's Boyfriend, Name Unknown But Soon To Be Christened "Jerkface".)
Anyway, I'm drawing these caricatures for Greggo to use in Match Game at ACen, in exchange for him buying my plane ticket. One of the pics is of Greggo, so I decide to go ahead and draw him in person while he's there.
No sooner do I get to work on Greggo's pic than Nisha's Boyfriend, Name Unknown But Soon To Be Christened "Jerkface" (NBNUBSTBCJ from here on out) gets all up next to my ear and goes, "Hey, you draw people? Draw me next!"
[Ferris Bueller-style interlude]
Now, there is NO faster way to make me NOT want to draw ANYTHING, EVER, for you than demanding it like that, ESPECIALLY if I'm in the middle of another project. The word "please" works wonders, the word "pay" works better, but if you start off with a demand, you've already lost me. I draw for fun and for a living; not for irritation.
[/Ferris]
So I respond with something about being in the middle of one already, and that this is a commission. Very clearly concentrating on getting Greggo's nose right. NBNUBSTBCJ stars going on LOUDLY, like to where people near him can't hear the movie, about how he entered this picture of a dragon in an art contest once back in eighth grade but got shafted when someone else won, and something something something that might have been appropriate conversation if we weren't ALL TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE whose dialogue is hard enough to understand anyway.
Eventually he lowers his voice, and instead starts flirting with me. Scratch that - let's say "hitting on", since "flirting" implies some degree of mutual interest.
Now, at this point, I'm still unaware that he's Nisha's boyfriend. I'm figuring he's just some guy from the softball team, or whatever. So I put up the psychic "I'M UNAVAILABLE" wall (turn your back, respond with monosyllabic grunts, etc. etc.), which is rendered useless by the large quantity of beer that NBNUBSTBCJ has already consumed (by 6 pm). It gets a little more blatant shortly, and I move elsewhere, figuring I've done enough pencil work on Greggo's pic (I'm sitting across from Greggo) that I can ink it without reference later.
One cool-ass movie and three beers later, NBNUBSTBCJ (now "Jerkface") returns from the pisser with a long and loud speech about his love for Benicio del Toro as Johnny Four-Fingers.
We all watch the extras on the DVD, with running (loud) commentary provided by Jerkface.
I swear, it was like every self-important, harmless yet searingly obnoxious drunk I'd ever met in college, all rolled up into one thirty-year-old man going on 14.
By then, it's about 8, so I head home to tweak the book cover and burn it to CD. Brett and I step outdoors first for a kissy-wissy goodbye, and I ask, "so, who's Jerkface?", still thinking: softball team member. Brett spills that he's Nisha's boyfriend.
You can probably guess my facial expression at this point.
"So, knowing we were a couple, he hit on me ANYWAY, IN FRONT OF HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND."
"Seems that way."
"Jesus."
"I hope it doesn't last long, she deserves way better than that, and I'm sure she knows it."
We're soon joined by the rest of the crowd, as Adam and Danetta take their leave. I climb into my car after kissing Brett goodnight and chunk my keys into the ignition.
Jerkface decides that this is a good time to make chitchat while sitting on the hood of my Honda.
Oh no, honey. Not today.
Simultaneous:
- Car revs, reverses, slides out from under Jerkface's unsuspecting self
- Opening trumpet salvo of "Tank!" blasts from my stereo at max volume
- Jerkface launches into air and about shits himself
Some moments in life are just priceless. -
Yer dad called me the human torch / got a little pissed at him / so I burned down your front porch
2002-04-03 20:37:53
Pie Row Maniac - Every time I see your name in the journal listings I get stuck on "If you love somebody (set them on fire)".
Good news: Brett's playing with a band Friday night.
Bad news: Their show's at the Sky Lounge.
So I get to spend a day surrounded by tall, thin, tan, beautiful, rich girls, then go attempt to get into a club filled with tall, thin, tan, beautiful, rich girls in order to see my boyfriend play drums.
I just hope I can get in and manage to dodge the eye-knives.
Oy gevalt.
And I've got dick-all to wear, since my wardrobe screams "CLEARANCE RACK".
Maybe I'd have a better time waiting in the alley anyway.
But then I'd miss Brett on drums.
Sigh. -
2002-04-03 10:26:40
It's official - I'm not providing video links in here any more. 93 requests for the Brak video, and it was in a HIDDEN DIRECTORY.
Damn. - 2002-04-02 19:40:23 Rebus_Valstay: I was going through the first ripped chapter of KoHD when Brett was playing that song on Winamp. The "how about you?" thing synced up... and it went from there.
- 2002-04-02 15:11:15 Amizadai: I am so sorry to hear about your sister's friend. My prayers are with you.
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