I Had No Idea

Damian's girl is out of her head...


After viewing this, is she more, or less of a babe? Discuss.

Review

This weekend was fanfuckingtastic. I'll give you the rundown.
Started out with plans to go to the country bar for Candace's birthday.
Fell asleep at 10:30.
Wake up way later to texts harassing me about my whereabouts.
I blew it.
Sounds like shit got handled too.
Had to work Saturday. Work on Saturday. Ugh
Saturday night started off innocently enough. A few drinks in the warehouse, a really strange partyorsomething at suburban world theater. Had a late night sandwich at jimmy johns.
I smelt like a sandwich for the rest of the night.
Watched some giant worms grow out of the S.W.T. stage. Made of garbage bags no less.
In weird performances such as this, i really like to think about how rehearsal goes.
"Rodney, Stay alive! Kelly, your mask is crooked! KEEP THAT WORM STRAIGHT PEOPLE!!" Maybe you had to be there. Maybe I don't make sense.
Schooled some broad in Saved by the Bell Trivia.
Met some dude from the future on the street.
Went to Rogue Buddha Gallery.
Drank for free.
Drank waaaaay too much.
Peed on some one's garage.
Met a babe named Lucy.
Kicked it with her for a minute.
The abridged version of the encounter goes something like this.
Lucy, like Lucinda Williams. Ryan Adams is the man. Make Neko Case a part of your life. What continents are these? That's Africa. No that's Antarctica, THAT'S Africa. Dancing. More art. Dancing. Her Friend asks me how old I am. "Oh your just a baby!"(i really get a kick out of this when the person saying it is a year or two older than me.) More dancing.
Me-"Give me your phone number."
Her-" No."
M-" What? Really?"
H-"Ya. I have a boyfriend."
M-"Oh. Well that's too bad."
H-"Oh now you're sad."
M-"Oh no, not sad."
H-"Well that doesn't mean we have to stop hanging out"
M-"Its cool. I have a girlfriend"
H- "Really? Where is she?"
M-"Ummmm, (insert bullshit line here)."
More dancing. She leaves. fin.
Walk home at 6 AM.
Determine Ashley likes djs and icky dix.
Wake up on a couch without cushions at 10:30 AM.
Eat brunch at the stag.
Dump over a full container of mushrooms.
Execute way rushed complete bike overhaul. Thanks Tucker.
Don't take a shower. Don't change my clothes.
Buy some cages that are waaay too little.
Go on a bike ride. Posse deep. Amazing. Beautiful weather.
Brain doesn't work. Feel like a piece of garbage all day.
Ordered theworstbloodymaryever from theworstwaiterever. Azia loses.
Crash hard while learning skid stops with Mike in the Wells Fargo parking lot.
Take a life changing shower.
Ran into Jack and his girl by the river. Random.
Sunday dinner. Almost knock a girl I just met's tooth out while talking about Gatorade. Spill wine everywhere.
Ate amazing Mexican food prepared (not exclusively) by the always amazing PBG.
At one point at the dinner table, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of joy and happiness. A whole crew of outstanding people gathered in one spot. Every Sunday.
Bike home. Wake up with the lights and my clothes on at 330.
Back to bed.
Wake up feeling stiff and sore.
Eye exam. Nap at Mom's house. Almost late for work.
Feel Alive.
And that brings us to now. The point of this post totally got away from me. I may not be fully recovered from Saturday night.
Basically what I'm trying to get across is that even though my luck wasn't great this weekend, and my body kinda feels like i got hit by a bus, on the eve of potentially the best summer ever, I feel more alive than ever. I am so grateful just to be surrounded by the people I am surrounded by, living, interacting, sharing all of this. It truly is a great feeling. So really, truly, Thank you. Thank you for sharing all of this with me. And chances are if you are reading this, you are who I'm speaking of, but you know who you are.
That dude from the future is right, It's not what you do, it's who you do it with.

What?

I guess i just don't get it...

Why does it say fixed gear? Really?

Found on the Urban Outfitters webstore.

Really? I understand the correlation between the store and the idea of being "hip", but is this just too much? Its not like they are selling those fixed gears. Do the shoes fit nicely in the cage? I'm really not sure. Maybe if this were a different blog, the tone of this post would be much different. Actually, that is one thing i am sure of.

Come on Urban...

Also, I recently saw Bon Iver and Fleet Foxes. Both great. Fleet Foxes wins however, based on the smile placed firmly on my face the entire set. Dope setting too.

And, in typical jts fashion, a music rec. Jeremy Enigk. No link. Sorry. Look him up over at the Hype Machine. That site is where it's at. I guess I kinda did the work for you already there. No excuses now.