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Wednesday into Early Ass Thursday
Mar. 11th, 2004 02:36 amGot my ass together, changed, quickly scarfed some KFC and made it up into Hollywood to see Piers do some stand up action at The Parlour. Good show, indeed. There was one guy who was just talking WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY too fast, and some good catholic school girl jokes (pppprrrrr) and then Piers went on, and though the audience was quiet (it was, alas filled mainly with comics), he did a good job and I giggled and laughed quite a bit.
The boy is funny.
And then there was the Black Albino guy, Vic? Victor? Vincente? Well, he was a black albino, and funnier than shite. The best line (for th enight for me, really) was him ranting on The Superfriends, and how the only black character was "Black Lightening." And then came the superman rip on him--"Hey, it's either that or NiggaTron!"
I think that I snarfed my Martini on that one. Ouch.
Stayed around afterwards and shed a bunch of stuff on poor Piers. I don't know if he was ready for the Anthony unload, but he faked his way through it pretty well ;-) (For those of you in the know, you know what I'm talkin' about...bitter, bitter, bitter Camel...).
Piers left, and I went and got my dance on. And my drink on. And a little bit of the flirt on. Not too much, just a little. Met a cute nose piercy girl named Mariselle, and a "I'm not sure if it's a girl or a boy, wait, I've been talkin' to her, and heard her, and now up close can see that those are breasts and she's not fabulous enough to be a Queen, so it's a girl" named Leah. Also met this cutie named Suzie Q, and some other girl in a really really really short skirt who I don't remember her name.
I refuse to lay down and die dammit. Got to get back on that horse and ride, Sally, RIDE!
*ahem*
Drank, and danced, and danced, and now I'm sore, and hungry and thirsty. But go figure.
Oh! And Mary and G and Mike Retro and RED showed up all late and hung out and danced with. Good kids. Anthony V. was good on the turn tables, too.
And then I drove home. Couldn't see a freakin' thing for all the fog...and half of the freeways are closed down due to freakin' CALTRans doin' work on them...gggrrrrrr. That is not what you want to deal with in on a foggy night at 2 in the morning when you're trying to get home before you fall asleep. Martha Fokkers.
Anyrate, only one day left of hell, and then some fun stuff with ADR, and packing and changing CD's and getting oil changed, and buying comics and then getting Piers and drive drive drive. And all shall be good. I say, good.
Right. Off to bed so that I can survive the hell that is my jobbage. But hey, I'll smile, because, as all good men know, if you frown, your dick shrinks.
So--BIG SMILES! BIG SMILES!
The boy is funny.
And then there was the Black Albino guy, Vic? Victor? Vincente? Well, he was a black albino, and funnier than shite. The best line (for th enight for me, really) was him ranting on The Superfriends, and how the only black character was "Black Lightening." And then came the superman rip on him--"Hey, it's either that or NiggaTron!"
I think that I snarfed my Martini on that one. Ouch.
Stayed around afterwards and shed a bunch of stuff on poor Piers. I don't know if he was ready for the Anthony unload, but he faked his way through it pretty well ;-) (For those of you in the know, you know what I'm talkin' about...bitter, bitter, bitter Camel...).
Piers left, and I went and got my dance on. And my drink on. And a little bit of the flirt on. Not too much, just a little. Met a cute nose piercy girl named Mariselle, and a "I'm not sure if it's a girl or a boy, wait, I've been talkin' to her, and heard her, and now up close can see that those are breasts and she's not fabulous enough to be a Queen, so it's a girl" named Leah. Also met this cutie named Suzie Q, and some other girl in a really really really short skirt who I don't remember her name.
I refuse to lay down and die dammit. Got to get back on that horse and ride, Sally, RIDE!
*ahem*
Drank, and danced, and danced, and now I'm sore, and hungry and thirsty. But go figure.
Oh! And Mary and G and Mike Retro and RED showed up all late and hung out and danced with. Good kids. Anthony V. was good on the turn tables, too.
And then I drove home. Couldn't see a freakin' thing for all the fog...and half of the freeways are closed down due to freakin' CALTRans doin' work on them...gggrrrrrr. That is not what you want to deal with in on a foggy night at 2 in the morning when you're trying to get home before you fall asleep. Martha Fokkers.
Anyrate, only one day left of hell, and then some fun stuff with ADR, and packing and changing CD's and getting oil changed, and buying comics and then getting Piers and drive drive drive. And all shall be good. I say, good.
Right. Off to bed so that I can survive the hell that is my jobbage. But hey, I'll smile, because, as all good men know, if you frown, your dick shrinks.
So--BIG SMILES! BIG SMILES!
