so last night was a small/slow night at peabodys in general...
more so due to the day after the holiday syndrome that most people had but also just because of the lack of promotion for the acid rain thing... however why a new revolution downstairs was pretty sparce would be due to the holiday thing... esp at a $5 ticket and a bunch of freebies handed out...
anyway at somepoint of the night I ran out to see friends and was cornered by this chick on the way back up to spin more...
she was cute, looked kinda drunk and really familiar but i couldn't place it...
anyway we make small talk for about 2 seconds and she asked why i was going back upstairs, and I said to dj the stuff up there... she said you should stay down with her crew because djing gives you herpes...
I just looked at her confused and said "thanks for the advice" and walked upstairs...
the night slowly rolls on, I end up jetting out to meet samantha and krystle (who wasnt there) at the hifi...
akwardness filled the bar as it was mostly flamingly gay men which was humerous and a screamo band with bad haircuts, rolled up pants and flipflops...
kinda like chick capris, but rolled up and on guys... and not looking any better than they would on chicks...
anyway past waiting around for a while I end up ditching samantha and her crew due to a phonecall I really didnt want to take at 4am and went home to edit...
pissed that I missed the FREE emperor show in chicago i grudenly edited one oral scene for this company I "unoffically" work with (but they pay me) and crashed out
today after waking up a bit late I roll into the PO to drop off/pickup stuff and this had arrived:
part birthday present for someone/part obnoxious toy-gag for myself to harass others with...
so now i have 15 plastic fetuses (or is it fetii?) on my desk... next to porn and horrormerch flyers...
something seems wrong about this idea hahaha
