Sunday, March 9, 2008

Lucero, bitches.

My favorite band showed up and played a set at Barley's last night. This was exciting for me on a lot of levels, but the big one was the hope that this would somehow erase the bad taste in my mouth left by the events during the last show they played here. Mission accomplished on that front. Mica provided good company and a shove in the back to get me closer to the stage to take pics. She is way supportive of my endeavors, and I appreciate that more than she knows. The pics are grainy as fuck, but the light was low...WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???

Also, I ran into my friend Brandon, who is dating a friend of mine. Brandon offered a free tattoo! I am siked beyond all imagining.

Pics...





4 comments:

Anonymous said...

There was this one brief period in my life when I thought it would be a worthy endeavor to engage in sexual intercourse with at least one member from every ethnicity outside my own - kind of like taking my penis on a tour of the world, so to speak. Being just on the brink of graduating from college, I was without the necessary fundage to actually leave the booming metropolis of Knox Vegas, so I sought my first conquest close to home. As there was a semi-acceptable (but more importantly, AVAILABLE) Indian chick (Indian dot, not Indian feather)where I was working at the time, I felt that the best place to start my world tour would be Central Asia. Using my gentlemanly charm and cunning wit, a formal date was secured and I prepared to steer my boat down the fabled Ganges. ( By boat I mean my penis and by Ganges I mean her Indian vagina.)

The date arrived and after the requisite niceties of dinner and a movie, I was asked inside the confines of her slightly curry-scented apartment for some end-of-the-evening conversation and additional get-to-know-each-other-time. The pieces were falling nicely into place and, with equal parts excitement and trepidation, I was beginning to look forward to what looked to be a successful first stop on my world tour.
Rather than bore you, dear reader, with a blow-by-blow account of my deftly persuasive maneuvering by which the clothing was removed from the darkly exotic body of my Hindu companion, I will suffice to say that the path I had so adeptly prepared myself up to that point suddenly emptied this intrepid voyager into an unforseen and most alarming final destination. My anticipation of the apparently imminent taste of Indian fare was immediately wiped away from the focus of my psyche by a visage which can only be described as a steak-and-ham combo sub (extra meat)resting comfortably atop a garnish of steel wool. Despite the lusty momentum which had, up to that point, virtually demanded a full-scale anglo invasion of this sacred temple, I found myself at the moment of truth utterly unable to dip my bread into this metaphorical hummus laid out before me. Hastily concocting an excuse, I extracted myself from this dilemma in a most expeditious, if ungraceful, fashion - savoring the refreshing scent of the late-summer Tennessee air as I burst into the parking lot - muttering something about imminent diarrhea while fumbling for my keys in the pockets of my still unhitched trousers.

And with that, my grandiose plans for whetting myself with the flavors of the world ended.

Oh yeah - the whole point of this response - Lucero rules! I'd have been there but I'm on crutches and shit.

Jaime said...

YOU SUCK!!!! Nice pictures!!We wanted to go so bad but I had to work!!! Love the picture of Ben! He is hot!!!! I still need to come and get our cookies!!! Love ya miss ya

raspberrytoast said...

Thank you for taking me to see your favorite band. I had a really good time with you, and you were totally cute.
Also, don't forget to contact barleystaproom.com/knoxville/ about getting your awesomely rock.n.roll photos on their site.

Stephen said...

I am assuming that my friend is talking about a girl that I worked with as well. I guess the lure of her curry spiced rack was too much...