What I learned tonight at the bar ...
Oct. 21st, 2007 04:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsos-- I will always be the only one in the bar who knows the words to "I Can't Decide," and yet I still won't stop playing it on the jukebox.
-- Watching a gay guy stick his face between your best friend's breasts and motorboat never stops being funny.
-- I need to wear my glasses to the bar if only to be able to identify the transvestites.
-- I really didn't need to hear the annoying blonde woman standing next to us at the bar stating that she likes gays just fine but tires of dealing with queens. Not so much because of the sentiment, but because I could have been happy to ignore her the rest of the night and instead kept noticing her for the rest of our time in the bar tottering from side to side and pretending that it was really hot dancing.
-- You wouldn't think the lead singer of a band whose music is less music and more screaming could be pretentious, but spending your entire set standing with your back to the audience is pretty fucking pretentious, especially considering you're not singing to the drummer and your "songs" have no discernable lyrics.
*****
Oh, uh ...
Dear Yuletide writer (part two),
You know the Luke/Noah plotbunny I mentioned with the Oscars and the limo and the sex? Er, forget I said that one. *shifty eyes*
-- Watching a gay guy stick his face between your best friend's breasts and motorboat never stops being funny.
-- I need to wear my glasses to the bar if only to be able to identify the transvestites.
-- I really didn't need to hear the annoying blonde woman standing next to us at the bar stating that she likes gays just fine but tires of dealing with queens. Not so much because of the sentiment, but because I could have been happy to ignore her the rest of the night and instead kept noticing her for the rest of our time in the bar tottering from side to side and pretending that it was really hot dancing.
-- You wouldn't think the lead singer of a band whose music is less music and more screaming could be pretentious, but spending your entire set standing with your back to the audience is pretty fucking pretentious, especially considering you're not singing to the drummer and your "songs" have no discernable lyrics.
*****
Oh, uh ...
Dear Yuletide writer (part two),
You know the Luke/Noah plotbunny I mentioned with the Oscars and the limo and the sex? Er, forget I said that one. *shifty eyes*
