litter meet
Mar 02, 2001
Last night was full of alcohol, loud rock music, and excellent company. I was a
ll dressed up for dancing at one of Austin's fine booty establishments, when I d
ecided to veer into the Red Eyed Fly instead. One of my favorite Austin bands w
as playing with a couple other bands that I had heard before.
That band was Litter Meet.
There was a lot of free time before the show, so I chit chatted and boozed it up with them and a couple other friends of theirs. It was a punk rocky show, and I was all slicked out like sideburns on an auto-mechanic.
There was this Coors light promotional thing where a prostitute in a black dress distributed "coozies" to the patrons. I had really mixed feelings snuggling my $4 imported lager in a Coors coozie. The practical reality of cold beer, however, outweighed the risk of public humiliation. Yeah.
It was a good time. I met a funny lesbian girl with a New Yawk accent too. She was friggin hilarious. It was like buttah!
I've really gotta visit home soon. My parents are starting to miss me.
I'm moving out of the Bee Cave apartments, and over to the East side of Zilker Park. It's a loft apartment. I figure I should fully embrace bachelorhood, and do all that goofy stuff, like living in a loft apartment while I still have the chance. The old place was just too expensive too. Working part time, I couldn't swing it alone anymore, and there was no prospect for finding a roomate. It was my first apartment.
I need to figure out what I'm going to do next semester. I may work full time to save some money back up. I don't like being this low... I like having options.
I'm painting again. Joy of joys! Things just keep getting better.