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So.
Saturday night at Bang! and a neat and good night was had by me. Sure, I didn't go home with a number, or with anyone kickig it in my bed, but really...is that what I judge a successful night on? No, not really, no, not at all...
Anyrate, I reached successfull goal #1, which was to be drunk by the end of the night. Goal Reached. Goal #2 was to have fun. Goal #2 Done. But there were lots of perks in between all this...
Roman Fucking Dirge (of Lenore and Invader Zim fame) was there tonight *again* and I chatted with him. I love the fact that he actually remembers me--moreso from the first time that I met him! And that was like almost 3 years ago!!! Stood there talking to him on the smoking patio about stuff in general...turns out that his wife works for Disneyland Corporate, which gave us lots of neato random shite to talk about! Roman introduced me to a friend of his who was there too--Chris (I believe last name) Vrenna, drummer of Nine Inch Nails...Chris was very cool and one of the chiller folks that I've met in a while...I managed not to go too fan boy on stuff like that, but well...you know...I only went a *little* bit ape shit, but s'all good.
I danced (and drank) the night away after going to go see the wonders of The Ministry of Unknown Science live on Pico Blvd. Oh. My. God. Laughed sooooo hard. If you take The Upright Citizen's Brigade and give the concept to Bob and David of Mr. Show. Results: Funnier than shit! I swear to god, I'll be dealing with the reprecussions of that comedy troupe for weeks to come...especially now that I will never be able to look at hot dogs, the masturbating mentaly disabled, clone armies, or girls named "Sunshine" the same again...
Mmmmmmmmm....
But to get back to the later part of the night, it was good...and though dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lorienbiznitch didn't show (I would later find out that she was burned out and dead tired, which I *so* undersand), and lady Sundress was dead tired and kinda not there in heart and mind, I managed to have a good freaking night...(and who knew that I say "motherfucker" a lot more when I've been drinking?) Natalie and Cruz and Natalie's sister were there, as was Richardo, this screenwriter and (like me) weirdo of many things was there tonight. Go figure.
Dave and I rounded out the evening by downing chili burgers and oogling large bra-less gozongas at Tommy Burgers at 3 something (read 4 something) this morning. Yee ha. Burgers and Bossoms...only way to be...
Unless of course you're bedding Bussoms...no? Of course not :-P
Saturday night at Bang! and a neat and good night was had by me. Sure, I didn't go home with a number, or with anyone kickig it in my bed, but really...is that what I judge a successful night on? No, not really, no, not at all...
Anyrate, I reached successfull goal #1, which was to be drunk by the end of the night. Goal Reached. Goal #2 was to have fun. Goal #2 Done. But there were lots of perks in between all this...
Roman Fucking Dirge (of Lenore and Invader Zim fame) was there tonight *again* and I chatted with him. I love the fact that he actually remembers me--moreso from the first time that I met him! And that was like almost 3 years ago!!! Stood there talking to him on the smoking patio about stuff in general...turns out that his wife works for Disneyland Corporate, which gave us lots of neato random shite to talk about! Roman introduced me to a friend of his who was there too--Chris (I believe last name) Vrenna, drummer of Nine Inch Nails...Chris was very cool and one of the chiller folks that I've met in a while...I managed not to go too fan boy on stuff like that, but well...you know...I only went a *little* bit ape shit, but s'all good.
I danced (and drank) the night away after going to go see the wonders of The Ministry of Unknown Science live on Pico Blvd. Oh. My. God. Laughed sooooo hard. If you take The Upright Citizen's Brigade and give the concept to Bob and David of Mr. Show. Results: Funnier than shit! I swear to god, I'll be dealing with the reprecussions of that comedy troupe for weeks to come...especially now that I will never be able to look at hot dogs, the masturbating mentaly disabled, clone armies, or girls named "Sunshine" the same again...
Mmmmmmmmm....
But to get back to the later part of the night, it was good...and though dear
lorienbiznitch didn't show (I would later find out that she was burned out and dead tired, which I *so* undersand), and lady Sundress was dead tired and kinda not there in heart and mind, I managed to have a good freaking night...(and who knew that I say "motherfucker" a lot more when I've been drinking?) Natalie and Cruz and Natalie's sister were there, as was Richardo, this screenwriter and (like me) weirdo of many things was there tonight. Go figure.Dave and I rounded out the evening by downing chili burgers and oogling large bra-less gozongas at Tommy Burgers at 3 something (read 4 something) this morning. Yee ha. Burgers and Bossoms...only way to be...
Unless of course you're bedding Bussoms...no? Of course not :-P
