We hiked to the Stella show, and found out it was sold out so Suzanne couldn't get in. (JR, Peter, & myself had pre-ordered tickets.) I contemplated giving her JR's ticket but it was he who bought them so she left to continue drinking (bummer). The Stella show was a blast and the parts I caught while not daydreaming about this girl's breasts were hilarious. They had music, skits, videos, audience participation; everything. We got to hang out with them afterwards, and it was all good. We went downstairs after the show to the 8 Ball and met up with Suzy. I believe the Friendly Foes were sitting in the booth behind us. After an hour or so, I was completely blitzed, probably due to the large amount of alcohol I had consumed along with my anti-anxiety medicine. I got into a funk. I wanted to go dancing or karaoking, but everyone was burrowed in the 8 Ball like ticks. I got (needlessly) frustrated and went upstairs. I caught a few songs from the Friendly Foes ( boring), and then went back downstairs. Everyone hadn't changed their opinion so I went back upstairs. Charlie Slick was playing. I actually was intrigued to see this because I haven't seen him live before, and the photos I've seen paint it as quite the fun live act. Maybe it was my near overdose, but I was underwhelmed. Same old, same old naggy electro pop "Yeahhhh Michigan" short people music except with a fan. This guy played with Crystal Castles??!! I think I bought gummie bears from this guy at the Emagine the other day. Next.
So by this time, I was completely out of it, and seeing the confetti brought back bad memories so I left to go to the Heidelberg to see Tokyo Sexwhale and Inkface. The camera crew setting up for some documentary couldn't tell me which way to go so I merged with two girls who walked me there and all I could think about was how cold it was. I came in at the tail end of Sexwhale's show and was not surprised to see that the Classics kids had already started setting up near the back, and were already bleeding one of the members of The Go and in the corner was a pile of clothes and what looked to be pink and grey ribbons of skin. I said my hellos (The Classics kids were a couple years ahead of me at school). Oddly enough, I had no trouble finding my way back to the Pig which now seemed to be on fire. I saw JR, Peter, and Ann walking to the car as people were racing from the burning building screaming, melting. One of the Classics kids, Henry, was running after a couple wielding an ancient looking Satterle's bone saw (28.5 cm) with detachable blade (20cm). It looked like he was wearing one of the Dirtbombs' old guitarists which would have taken way longer to stich together than the time it took me to go to the Heidelberg and back and this made me think, "He must've had the bodysuit for a few days now." I stopped to chat with Michael Ian Black from Stella who was sucking on what looked to be an ear like it was an orange. I guess the Classics kids stopped here before hitting the Heidelberg. I trudged through the snow (and confetti) and we ended up back at Ann's place.
(The following segment has been removed via the better judgement of BM as it would have definitely been wayyyyy too much)
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It looked like she had a glass vial in her hand and I asked to see her face. She shook her head and left the room. I stumbled into the living room where JR, Peter, Ann, and some of the Classics kids were trying to get the CD player to work. Bunny was eating a NerdsRope but I knew it probably was the spine of a small animal, possibly a ferrit, dipped in candy, as she has been known to partake in such delicacies.
I don't remember getting home, but on Sunday I had a hangover for the first time in 'who knows when'. I shook the remaining confetti from my winter coat and thought, "This weekend was alright."
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