17.3.09

Remember the time...

when I placed an ad on Craigslist - wanting to be a part of a band....ANY BAND!!
An agreement was reached between a nice sounding individual, and myself, that I would meet them outside of Coxwell station, and I would in turn, "jam" with their band.
Never was the topic of musical genres approached, so I was left in the dark regarding what I would be faced with.
The mystical day came around, and I gussied myself up to the enth degree.
Nervously, I stood at Coxwell station, until I saw them.
Moon boots.
Red, goth moon boots - attached to an eerie looking goth chick with those neon dread extensions.
"OK," I thought.
"Maybe she's the one who dares to remain her 1998 self - until the end of time. MAAAYYBBEEEE, everyone else in the band will look like me?!?"



I was faced with an electronic drum kit, and a basement apartment full of fishnet
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!
I sucked it up, and endured the 3 hour practice.



IN OTHER NEWS!
The Pussycat Dolls are rehearsing over my head, and I think I've heard that EAR BLEEDINGLY BAD "Jai Ho" song more than necessary
Some dude who works nearby just walked by muttering, "Stupid broads aren't even Irish"

HAPPY ST.PATRICK'S DAY, GUYS!!!!!!!!!!

1 comment:

Jodie said...

yeah whatever PIZZA you told us you kinda actually liked that rehearsal!!!

Stop being a non poser poser!

I dont even know what that meanz!

xoxo
ex-goth