Last night was a riot. Kev and I went to a metal show at the Bovine Sex Club. I haven't been there since before they put the smoking room in.
The bartenders are still the same. The manager guy is still the same. The bus boy is new and has no chin.
I forgot what the band was called but they were underaged so their parents were standing at the side, acting as chaperones. Not only were the guys amazing musicians, I found myself really enjoying a lot of their songs. Who knows, maybe there is a metalhead in there somewhere. I mean, I was listening to Slayer yesterday and jumping around my room. Remember those days? When you can just listen to music and jump around your room ALL DAY?
Now we have priorities as adults whereas I have to designate bedroom flailing time each day.
Anyway, after the metal show and about 8 glasses of scotch down the hatch, we headed to the People's Party at Footwork. Peter was playing some really fun house and cheesy remixes of Prince and Armand so there was a lot of arm flinging and yelling.
I think I broke a beer bottle but I don't really remember. The whole night was a huge blur.
Now that the weekend is over and I have a full week of work plus a weekend work-related out-of-town conference (I hear our hotel suites are very nice), it's a good chance to detox.
Time to jump around my room now since I learned how to do Madonna's Hung Up fist rolling dance. I have about an hour of jumping around before I have to head out to dinner with Amy and Claire.
