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Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.

 

Monday, April 03, 2006

So . . . Sleepy . . .

Before the weekend of “rock-star” excitement began, I said that I’d be amazed if everything went according to plan. Well, I’m amazed. And now I’m also very, very tired.

Our shows went well. The Girls got to Miami and back safely (and their show was awesome, but I’ll let Michelle tell you about that). Because our camera is still missing / lost / misplaced, my snapshots are in form of bullets:

-- Our first show (Friday night) was at the Unfair, an art exhibition by non-major art students at FSU. There were paintings and drawings, videos, and some performances (including belly dancing and hula-hooping). My personal favorite was the “artist” who manipulated Andrew Wyeth’s “Christina’s World” to include dragons, one of which was setting Christina’s house on fire with its breath.

-- There was an anthropomorphic condom on stage with us with a selection of free condoms (extra-lubricated or dual-pleasure).

-- Our friend Mark’s band, Yellow Crystal Star, which included a drummer for this outing, played alongside a performance-artist (Bob), who was a middle-aged guy painted head to toe with white acrylic paint. The band played one long instrumental piece (very reminiscent of a tribal, early-70s Pink Floyd) while Bob sort-of danced in slow motion with a stage light. I should mention that Bob was naked, except for a well-placed thong-type covering.

-- I didn’t drink too much at the show, and we got out at a fairly reasonable hour. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of going out afterward.

-- I spent most of Saturday really hungover. After coming home from loading in for the second show (reuniting with Michelle, back from Miami), I had lots of half-flat Sprite and raw carrots. Hangover gone. (In fact, I felt so good, I had a beer at the show and a shot of Crown . . . with a ginger ale in between.)

-- The second show was at Tallahassee’s “new rock” haven. I think everyone who came to see us was on the guest list. And still we walked away with twice the amount of money we were promised.

-- One of the bands was from Bainbridge, Georgia, and brought along a lot of friends / fans. A number of drunk females were grinding on one another in a faux-lesbitronic way. I’m sure their boyfriends were very impressed.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 04/03 at 04:01 PM
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