a band of assholes
Feb. 15th, 2002 01:07 pmaround midnight on wednesday, i went up to Neil's...i did "Jeremy" in my best mock-Eddie Vedder...this really annoying asian girl was all trying to hi-five me for my song choice (never mind the fact that it was parody...) and when the song started she started dancing all on me...but Donna made her get off the stage 'cuz she made the cd skip...she was annoying...but i did the song, including the extended "ah-huh"s at the end...afterwards Christiana (one of the hottest chicks ever, though doubtlessly sucky...she's always singing some crap song "perfectly" and she's in some band called Industrial Ghetto Music or something...) was thanking me for doing the song...i told her i don't like Pearl Jam, but she said she didn't care and was just glad i sang the song...i'm guessing she missed out on heavy mocking overtones...
a little after 1 i was telling Keith we should prob'ly be leaving soon...he looked very surprised and asked why..."ummm...practice" i said...then he says Brad says we weren't practicing (even though Brad agreed earlier that day...Keith had agreed the day before...) then a barrage of excuses comes from the both of them..."i'm too drunk, i don't feel like it" "i have to be up in 7 hrs" "Brad's too drunk" "i told Pixie i'd hang out w/ her tonight" fuckers...i got pissed and left...on the way out i ran into Chris and he went back in to try to talk 'em into practicing, but w/ no luck...i appreciate his efforts for trying though...but i went over to the space to inform Jacques who arrived exactly the same time as i did...he was pissed too, of course...then i went home and slept and stuff...bastards...
oh fuck, and i forgot to mention that on the way home, in Germantown almost to my house, Brad calls me and i answer the phone "yes?" and he's giggling and says "so i guess i'm out of the band now" i hung up on him...the fucker has the audacity to make a joke out of the fact that he only cares about the band when it suits his whim...needless to say, i was REALLY pissed off about that...
a little after 1 i was telling Keith we should prob'ly be leaving soon...he looked very surprised and asked why..."ummm...practice" i said...then he says Brad says we weren't practicing (even though Brad agreed earlier that day...Keith had agreed the day before...) then a barrage of excuses comes from the both of them..."i'm too drunk, i don't feel like it" "i have to be up in 7 hrs" "Brad's too drunk" "i told Pixie i'd hang out w/ her tonight" fuckers...i got pissed and left...on the way out i ran into Chris and he went back in to try to talk 'em into practicing, but w/ no luck...i appreciate his efforts for trying though...but i went over to the space to inform Jacques who arrived exactly the same time as i did...he was pissed too, of course...then i went home and slept and stuff...bastards...
oh fuck, and i forgot to mention that on the way home, in Germantown almost to my house, Brad calls me and i answer the phone "yes?" and he's giggling and says "so i guess i'm out of the band now" i hung up on him...the fucker has the audacity to make a joke out of the fact that he only cares about the band when it suits his whim...needless to say, i was REALLY pissed off about that...
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