misery loves company...

okay, first things first. i just got home from a day in the city w/my 2 sisters and mother, and while there are so many interesting things there to say, first of all i must say...FUCKING ECHO STATION!
i get home to find andy converting old videos to dvd. first of all...rye fucking rec. 6 or 7 years ago. the first echo station show EVER. dude, it doesn't even look like the same band! then there's a bunch of elbow room shows, arlene's...and most ridiculous, the sacred heart battle of the bands. i am so sad that echo station has cut out some of my favorite songs from their set list...like, i'm sorry, veitnam is a great fucking song with some amazing guitar...and then, leia. i've told joey how much i fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE that song, it is the BEST song EVER, alas...and then...Whiskey, which i told our stephen j i love the (not so deep)lyrics to...then, of course...who could ever ever forget the song which i always screamed along to, JACK's...i want me some old school echo station, and i want it bad!!!

so today was just absolutely regoddamndiculous. first, my mother has it in her damn head to go to serendipity. something about a movie entitled "serendipity." i'm thinking 311. we get to this tiny ass hole in the wall place, where upon entering, at 2:30, there is a 2 hour wait, and the fuckhole waiter yells at me. so of course i tell him to fuck off and leave.

then we walk along 1st avenue. along the UN. along the FDR. along trump towers. we are not finding a single damn place to eat. so we finally hail a cab. we get to where we're going (155 first avenue, theater for the new city) and spend another hour walking around trying to find a place we can all agree on. we pass many acceptable mexican joints, smelly french bistros only serving brunch, and numerous thai places before ending up (across from a cappucino/tattoo place that becky and i were pulling for) at a magnificent bar/restauraunt called Lunesta. (lunesta on 1st avenue, fabulosa!) OH SHIT!! i forgot...at one point we hear the def leppard pumpin, and jump straight into...coyote ugly! and um, there's a dumb fucking girl, on the bar, dancing (trying to be sexy i presume?) and just um, dancing and kicking the bar with her feet...and not serving us drinks. so we left.
anyway. lunesta. it's an irish type pub. and so, we stay there. eating and drinking. for FOUR hours. it was so awesome. then, alluvasudden, it's 7:51. the show starts at 8!!! we book down the street to "angry young women wearing tight jeans with high class problems."

i wanted to love it.

i wanted to come onto this here blog and praise it!! for the first 15 minutes, i even had the write up in my head.

then it went down hill.

it sucked my hairy ballsack.

it was whiny, awful, sexist, poorly acted, embarrasingly written, um...i don't know what else...dumb and just pointless.

altho at one point i ran ax the entire theater to pee (drank for 4 hours in a pub, you'll recall) then i was waiting for a sign to go back in, by the door, when a handsome young man came up and mumbled something about "this is the stage door" and went in...so i was like, "what the fuck?" cuz i had drinken a lot of beer and maybe didn't quite GET what he said...oh wait, NO, i figured it out...i almost walked on stage!!! if he hadn't pointed that out to me, i would have RUINED their already shoddy production!!!

then my mother lost her hat and gloves.

or rather, left them in the theater.

and then, she blamed my sister for NOT ONLY STEALING THEM, BUT FOR SELLING THEM ON THE BLACK MARKET.

i was so scared. she lost her mind.