I have this Ashlee icon solely for reference to something on the Jim Rome show and no other reason.
Between now and 4:30 (when I leave for the baseball game) the following events must occur:
1) Reading this week's articles
2) Commenting on this week's articles
3) Commenting on other people's comments to the articles
4) Getting a haircut
5) Calling the LV poker rooms and setting up interviews
6) Taking another shower
7) Putting my contacts in (seriously, if i don't put it on the list, I'll forget to, and I don't want to go to the baseball game in my glasses)
So last night my affected hipster look (black plastic-frame glasses, black untucked dress shirt, khakis, and my fabulous-fresh black casuals), Louisa the blue guitar, and myself headed to the Pegasus for another night of open mic.![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
bluecadet was able to make it and we had a grand time, including my performing a song I just wrote last night about how i'm in love with a lesbian. The line "Your friends, like you, are femme. There's no butchery in sight" went over the best.
Setlist:
untitled song about being in love with a lesbian
haunted (song about the 40 year old who wants my jock)
lights in california
cow brain sandwiches song
handjob on a churchbus
People were singing along and everything on handjob, it was so much fun. I had a blast, and that new group of friends is terrific. I really appreciatebluecadet inviting me out there. You rock.
Aaron actually asked me to play beyond the setlist so I played Mother's Day (Jennie's Song) and got offstage. I was followed by an amateur standup comic who was actually quite funny, though he stuck around a little too long.
Okay, my sides (articles) are finished printing. Time for the barber shop. I hope I don't get that KKK woman I had a few months ago, the one who complained about "dirty Mexicans" the entire time she cut my hair and then conveniently cut it way too short. I want Pokey, she does me right.
Between now and 4:30 (when I leave for the baseball game) the following events must occur:
1) Reading this week's articles
2) Commenting on this week's articles
3) Commenting on other people's comments to the articles
4) Getting a haircut
5) Calling the LV poker rooms and setting up interviews
6) Taking another shower
7) Putting my contacts in (seriously, if i don't put it on the list, I'll forget to, and I don't want to go to the baseball game in my glasses)
So last night my affected hipster look (black plastic-frame glasses, black untucked dress shirt, khakis, and my fabulous-fresh black casuals), Louisa the blue guitar, and myself headed to the Pegasus for another night of open mic.
bluecadet was able to make it and we had a grand time, including my performing a song I just wrote last night about how i'm in love with a lesbian. The line "Your friends, like you, are femme. There's no butchery in sight" went over the best. Setlist:
untitled song about being in love with a lesbian
haunted (song about the 40 year old who wants my jock)
lights in california
cow brain sandwiches song
handjob on a churchbus
People were singing along and everything on handjob, it was so much fun. I had a blast, and that new group of friends is terrific. I really appreciate
bluecadet inviting me out there. You rock.Aaron actually asked me to play beyond the setlist so I played Mother's Day (Jennie's Song) and got offstage. I was followed by an amateur standup comic who was actually quite funny, though he stuck around a little too long.
Okay, my sides (articles) are finished printing. Time for the barber shop. I hope I don't get that KKK woman I had a few months ago, the one who complained about "dirty Mexicans" the entire time she cut my hair and then conveniently cut it way too short. I want Pokey, she does me right.
