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Yesterday's news headlines brought with it an exciting and wonderful tidbit of information on two levels: we now have another potential presidential candidate (whom I might add is a perfectly capable public speaker. A welcome change from our fearless leader.), which provided a welcomed respite from all of the hoopla regarding the death of a gold-digging former playmate. Death by Trim-Spa is tragic, but not worthy of a week's worth of news.
It's been a minute since my last post. Overworked and underpaid.
Quick Update.
Ran the door at Memmories New Year's Eve, which gave me the esteemed privilege of ringing in the New Year and doing the following (in no particular order): break up a girl fight between not two but three girls (one of the scariest moments of my life), pick a grown-ass man off the sidewalk in front of the bar b/c he thought it would be a lovely idea to rest his head on the pavement outside the front door, and I held some dude's mullet back while he puked all over the parking lot. Good times indeed. If this is some sort of sign for things to come than I'm in for an interesting 2007.
Show next week in Stockbridge and the CD release show is March 16th at the Ten High. Can't fuckin wait.
Last weekend proved to be an interesting adventure. I witnessed a naked black chick do things with a pearl necklace that I never thought possible at the Clermont. I also scored a copy of a publication that I nearly interviewed for. Glad I didn't. After viewing the publication I quickly realized that I would never be allowed to work with kids ever again with that on my resume.
Nothing too extravagant this weekend. Attempted to practice with the new band yesterday, but two of the five didn't show. I love working with professionals. Last night proved to be just another night of shananigans in Middle Ga. 80's night at the Hummingbird must happen more often. I found a Poison and a Milli Vanilli (sp? ahh...who the fuck cares) seven inch in the bar and it took every bit of self control to leave them where they lay.
It's been a minute since my last post. Overworked and underpaid.
Quick Update.
Ran the door at Memmories New Year's Eve, which gave me the esteemed privilege of ringing in the New Year and doing the following (in no particular order): break up a girl fight between not two but three girls (one of the scariest moments of my life), pick a grown-ass man off the sidewalk in front of the bar b/c he thought it would be a lovely idea to rest his head on the pavement outside the front door, and I held some dude's mullet back while he puked all over the parking lot. Good times indeed. If this is some sort of sign for things to come than I'm in for an interesting 2007.
Show next week in Stockbridge and the CD release show is March 16th at the Ten High. Can't fuckin wait.
Last weekend proved to be an interesting adventure. I witnessed a naked black chick do things with a pearl necklace that I never thought possible at the Clermont. I also scored a copy of a publication that I nearly interviewed for. Glad I didn't. After viewing the publication I quickly realized that I would never be allowed to work with kids ever again with that on my resume.
Nothing too extravagant this weekend. Attempted to practice with the new band yesterday, but two of the five didn't show. I love working with professionals. Last night proved to be just another night of shananigans in Middle Ga. 80's night at the Hummingbird must happen more often. I found a Poison and a Milli Vanilli (sp? ahh...who the fuck cares) seven inch in the bar and it took every bit of self control to leave them where they lay.
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