getting caught up

Holt smokes it’s june. I still have to write about three things to get this blog current.

Emergency Memorial Day Party:

Superfun. John Waters moustaches, drunken scooter rides, a noise complaint the next day. We found out one of the attendees (out of six) was turning 21 that very day, and we decided to ring it in in style.

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult:

Severus and Anton and I went to the city to see them. We bummed around the city for a while, around the TL, finding, in order, a thrift shop, a leather shop where S purchased an Asylum mask, and the ineitable trip to the Powerhouse. The den of iniquity was hosting someting called Blow Buddies, wherein it’s assumed that if you want to get laid, you’re going to find something to stick in your mouth. It’s weird; being surrounded by people who couldn’t get laid anywhere else was depressing, but at the same time it kind of gave me this urge to mess around with Anton and show them what people who don’t need to be at a sleazy bar to get laid look like. Either way, we headed down to DNALounge around nine. The opening act was good- the lead singer was wearing Chelsea boots, which I’ve been trying to find for months- the DJ was absolutely atrocious, and the fellow attendees were… mixed. “Do you love the Kulllllt?” asked one goth girl wearing vinyl gloves who seemed to be made entirely of plastic. I do love the Kult and I loved them even more when they came on. They did an incredibly intense set with an encore that rocked my pants off, and the audience responded with a mosh pit. I got violated by some Courtney Love wannabe, smacked into by some douche in a Joy Division t-shirt, and ended up with my back covered in liquor. Which, was appropriate. S basically acted as our wall, in his mask and Hellraiser jacket, and was covered in… humanity, essentially. We ran into Alyx at the close of the show, and then proceeded to get the hell out of the city.

Oh. I forgot about the night before.

So, I’ve met that storied ex of Andy’s. I think I’ll call him L2, for the nonce. Sev and I snuck up on Anton after a night of drinking and cuddling- you know, I must say, now that he’s showering regularly, S makes a decent bunkmate- and proceeded to go on a quest for a smoking jacket. After buying a copy of Madonna’s Erotica on vinyl and walking around entirely too much, Anton got a call from some friends of his. A few bullet points and this will all be summed up:

-Drunken scrabble was desired

-Isis said no on our place

-Ran into my friend Darron at True Love

Oh, shit. I guess bullet points don’t sum it up. So, in yet another example of how A and I’s lives are so weirdly interconnected, we ran into someone special at Rick’s- a boy by the name of Tod that i’ve known casually for years. Turns out he’s an ex of A’s most infamous paramour, and in fact was the basis of comparison for A and said ex’s entire relationship. Whoops. That was pretty insanely awkward, so we ducked out and ran to True Love. From there, we met another person I’d known casually for a while (Darron), and proceeded to hang out with him until closing. We ended up at the mercantile, where we met this photographer who proceeded to go on an photoshoot adventure with us around the 20’s. At this point it was the time of night that only comes but once a day- 2 AM, when you can’t buy alcohol anymore. So we essentially used L2 for beer. There was a bit of an underground railroad into the hotel room that was rented by said friends, and then we proceeded to have a delicious cheese and apple party with that classiest of beers, Tecate. Far-too-little-sleep later, we headed to SF for TKK. And now you’re caught up.

Okay, I still need to write about the Honeycut show, but that gets its own post, because I’ve written myself out. Peace out, kids.