Archive for January, 2007

Reeeeeeecap

Monday, January 29th, 2007

Return of the bullet-points! Here’s a quick take of the lately.

Written on Friday but not posted…

Science Club last night was packed and fun! We played very well. Very pleased. And oddly enough, we didn’t get to our normal level of trashed. BooDaddy and I had the best dinner from Nooshi afterwards.

The Rex Monday (aka The Sean Show) is officially twiterpated and attached to a new man. Subway State and its fans approve with loud applause!! Congrats, Rex. ;-)

Saturday night is Launch! at Science Club. Rex and I have all new music for you, so you best show up. For real real. Not for play play. We hope you can make it.

Speaking of music…Chemistry Lad unveiled his Subway State Guest Room set (Volume 6). Get a listen!! (Since I typed this, Volume 7 was also posted from ‘meichler’.)

My morning started with a video relay call from one of my deaf clients. This is the only time I ever end up having two conversations at one time. One with the client…and the other correcting the interpreter’s terminology. This morning was not the morning I wanted to have this call. Advil PM is still working. Ugh.

Written on Monday…

  • Flash back to a couple weeks ago. I was having a conversation with BooDaddy (nickname thanks to TSS) and randomly recalled that I haven’t had a birthday cake in years…by coincidence. Birthdays in the past few years have amounted to going out drinking. I must have sighed when I thought about it….cuz flash forward to Friday, where I opened up the car door to find this in the passenger seat waiting for me. Talk about ADORABLE. BooDaddy got points.

  • We went out to The Berlin Cafe that night for dinner. It was perfect for me. The huge stein of pilsner hit the spot and the stuffed turkey, while not really “stuffed” was very very extra yummy.Â
  • I had every intention of going to see Hateful for his birthday at Halo that night. However, our dinner reservation threw the schedule out of alignment. So after rehashing the nights plans, we ended up helping HairyBuggahSean celebrate his birthday with the amazing, adorable, sweeter than pie, The Hot Mr. Bartender Jon Cass. I sang “Creep” by Radiohead and actually hit the notes instead of making a damned fool of myself. My ego got bigger. Jon Cass also made me promise to sign up for his favorite song in the book, “Fast As You Can” by Fiona Apple.
  • I lounged around the house on Saturday, cleaning periodically. I had to clean the bathroom. Ick. The Tilex I used made everything smell like vinegar for two hours. Not fun.
  • Dinner with Rex of TSS the night of our monthly Launch! party at Science Club was very yummy. The Daily Grill makes a mean chicken pot pie. This was Rex’s dessert after dinner…which I thought looked like a hamburger patty with ice cream on top.

  • Launch was a total success!!! We played better than we have in a long time and didn’t even notice the time go by. This month’s flyer is below. We look “very blue” according to Neil, who surprised us at Remington’s with his presence the night before. Special thanks to everyone who came out.

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  • Last night we ate at Ziki. Hands down, best Japanese food on the planet. Test me. I cleared my plate, stuffed myself and had 9 beers without hangover this morning. WOO!
  • And this weekend marked the release of two new Guest Room sets. See below.

Guest Rooms 6 & 7

Friday, January 26th, 2007
NEW Subway State Guest Room sets…

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v.6 ‘Chemistry Lad‘ Â Â Â Â & Â Â Â Â Â Â v.7 ‘meichler’

The links require iTunes. Click the pics to preview and purchase.

Thursdays!

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Subway State Guest Room v.6 – Chemistry Lad

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

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Click Here Or On The Picture To Preview / Purchase The Set

(The Link Requires iTunes)

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Ign’ant Overload

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

I hate riding the subway with fucking degenerates…who CAN help it.

Note to kids in their late teens, early twenties: It is never acceptable to talk about women as things that bleed for seven days and don’t die. Yeah, it’s a haha funny from South Park. But the LAST place you should talk about it in a conversation about how you don’t trust women is on a subway car that is full of middleaged women. Besides…people might think you’re either a big ol’ pussy…or gay. And we wouldn’t want that now, would we? *cough*

Note to guy with no internal monologue: You know there is a problem when the words coming out of your mouth are obviously the thoughts no person in their right mind would let past their lips. We all have these thoughts. They are words that fly around in our minds. But you let them past your lips. So do us all a favor. The next time you want to say something on a crowded subway car, don’t. Just don’t. Don’t speak. You’re right to speech is revoked. You make yourself look like an idiot and no one in the car gives a shit about your opinion.

Prophecies, Club Burnings & Onion Rings

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

Going through our socks in the morning is like playing a game of Memory. Ihave to start throwing some of them away. It’s bad enough that lately I’ve been waking at the last possible moment to male it somewhat on time. Butthen I have things hampering me like the two cats. Boo can feed them whenhe wakes up soon. Besides, the grey one tried to kill me again today. AsI get older, I will have to make a greater effort to avoid her.

“How come -we- gotta be livin’ in our last days? I bet we weren’t livin’ in our last days when you was fuckin grandaddy in the back of a pickup truck…� Queens of Comedy,slighty misquoted.

The snow is here! Just a tad late, but better late than never. Now just wait…tomorrow it will be 90 degrees and I will be back in the bed with millions of other people readjusting. Pass the maeatloaf. It makes me feel better. (Half witted reference to walking in 20 degree weather, only to go through a painful defrost/decompression at Yuppie Chow Hall. The meatloaf did actually make it all beter.)

Trying to find the following two things in DC. Plurhaps you can help. (Yes I did.) First…someone to shut this guy up on the subway platform. “Six feet of snow, six feet of snow, punish the world, he will. Punishment tothe world. Racism. Kids don’t mind their parents. Self hatred. Six feetof snow. Yes. Ooooh!� Actually, as much as he annoys me right now, he’s right on a couple things. But I don’t know about you…. While I have always had the 6th sense that I will die in the cold, I don’t think it’s goingto be six feet of snow. I will probably end up on the Darwin Awards by getting locked in a freezer and dying just at the moment I sneeze, leaving a horribly stupid look on my face.

Back to the two things I am looking for. Three, now that I have the heraldof our inevitable doom. A club that doesn’t suck. They say you should mind your company, not your surroundings. Fuck that. I love all of the people I was with on Saturday dearly…(here comes the but)…BUT, I have decided Apex (ApeSex, GayPecs, Sadlands) should be bujrned to the ground for lack of tact, if nothing else. Body odor from patrons past has stuck to the walls, it seems…almost making you want them to reeal the smoking ban. Themusic, while reports of Joe Gauthreaux by HairyBuggahSean were quit positive, was in a word…earsplitting. And it wasn’t for a lack of good solid tracks. The bloke should have his DJ wings clipped and the club should be burned for contributing to the bodily harm of their patrons. I don’t recallONCE in 8 years of DJing where the music was ever that loud and didn’t give someone hearing loss or an associative ear infection. FOR SHAME, APEX. And when did they get strip…oops, my bad…daaaancers…? DevinMatthew and I went back to take a look and were pleased to say that he and I would have stolen all of their tips were we up there. I have to say there was onewho was all worth it, even though he looked like a meathead according to Devin.

Second thing I am looking for. And I will rely on you, DC, to help me findit. This is the beginning of my quest for the perfect Onion Ring. And all mah bitches are welcome to be on the panel of judges. If you have to askif you and I’s bitches…then I’m sorry, you must not know me at all To the hunt!

“God is either a woman….or he’s gay.� -Carlos Mencia, probably slightly misquoted.

Thoughts From Migraineville

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

Amazingly enough, I find myself able to write this post to you from Migraineville. This is what I will call the place from which I write during moments of immense pain and anguish. That’s right, kids. All of you who can relate would slap me for failing to take Copper up on his offer for some relief yesterday. (No, not that kind of relief you perverts. Something you would get from a doctor with more notice.) But anyway yeah…good thing I didn’t end up doing music today with Rex…would have been a bit anticlimactic. Have you ever had to chew gelcaps of Excedrin to get them working quicker? Still doesn’t do the job.

In any case, I will quickly re-cap the weekend…in bullet-style…before I pass out.

  • Science Club last Thursday night generated more email that before in the way of positive response. I also got to debut two of the tracks I have been working on. Rex and I both agree that it was our best night yet as The Vodka Manx.
  • Green Lantern on Friday night after a pint or two at Mackeys. Nearly hit by a motorcycle. Lantern cast included Boo, AlterSean & Grant, and Rex’s pal Quiet-Jesse.
  • Exchanged beer/testosterone-driven manlyness-proving punches with fellow Manx, The Rex Monday shortly after doing something out-of-public-character for a free beer from the bartender…much to Rex’s eye-covered chagrin. Keyword: public. Bruise count at end of weekend: 4. :) Realized how sweet Rex really is when he actually held back on punching too hard. *laugh* What he doesn’t realize is that by deflecting one of them the way I did, he actually hit harder than he intended. Wore a Ben-Gay patch for that one. Feeling afterwards: hot. ;)
  • Then there was the guy in the wrestling singlet everyone thought must have been carrying his wallet or something…. All it took was me walking over and two seconds later being able to report back that indeed “it’s real”. Did I eat dinner, cuz I am hungry….
  • Fun at the Washington Plaza Lobby, Part 1. Highlight of the evening was running into my senior HR coordinator. “I don’t see you, and you don’t see me.” “Agreed.” The DJ wasn’t doing his best. And if he was, I’m sorry. But for an event like that there needs to be a greater push on presentation. Just my two cents. Rex and I will be making an effort to be the music next time around. We seriously need to get off our entreprenurial asses on this one.
  • “Get down there! Get down!! And don’t you come back up here until you’re wearing a pussy mustache!” -Mistress Polly, Margaret Cho
  • Ordered pizza and onion rings and watched the last episode of Voyager. It was a good ending for a show. Too bad it had to be so short. But at LEAST they brought back the real Queen bitch, Alice Kriege.
  • Throughout the weekend, played a lot of Zelda Twilight Princess for the Wii. Made it through a few more stages.
  • Wake up on Saturday to a nice relaxing day at home. Boo and I join Rex for dinner at Dakota Cowgirl amd head back over to the Lobby for Part 2. We see a lot of people we haven’t seen in awhile, including….Jimbo, Copper, Dumbek, Dinger, Drewby, Good (hairy lil buggah) Sean, Harby, Derek, ManchesterPaul (who reported to me that Boddingtons is no longer made in Manchester), Chemistry Lad, Jase (of Subway State Guest Room fame), Officer Perfect, Mr. Delusional, Spankyboy, and so many more. All of them very bad boys. Then the burger made Boo sick and we went home.
  • But we didn’t go home before being able to meet Butch, a hot lil piece of yum that would be mumified on day 3 in the center of the lobby.
  • “What sound does a piggy make?” “WooooooOOF…..” -Rex & Chemistry Lad
  • Stayed up really freakin late on Saturday, played Warcraft. My gnome warlock earned a really neat hat…and accidentally stole a really neat cape.
  • Sunday brunch included Copper, AlterSean & Grant, Me & Boo, Rex & KevWoof. The conversation bounced from being tied up, to having your sac filled with fluid. From the taste of the potatoes to the smell of hot morning mess. From Rex telling us we’re too loud and the ladies are looking…to Rex being too loud and the ladies looking. I begin to feel a sick feeling. My eyes start to go fuzzy. Copper offers assistance that I kindly refuse for the time being. I have learned to be functional with migraines…but I haven’t had one since April.
  • Fun at the Lobby, Part 3. The shopping spree. I won’t go into the nice things I was able to pick up at the bizarre, but I will say this: they are pretty nice to have around. The only thing I wasn’t able to find was a leather jacket!!! They all had logos or snaps all over the place. Oh and we saw Butch mummified. I have pictures I will post later. The headache is growing.
  • I stave off the headache with some leftover perc from Boo’s surgery and try to sleep.
  • Then on Monday while i am HONESTLY PREPARING TO GO BACK TO WORK……BAM, headache round 2. Just like in April. So it would seem that I am a double whammy sufferer.
  • Summary of the weekend: if I hadn’t proven myself to be a man-pig before, I certainly did this weekend with my beer slogging, porn peeking, muscle (hehe) feeling, shirt lifting, ass grabbing, and off-color flirt attempts. And for the record, Boo and I were still very good boys. Cuz I know a lot of you wondered. ;)
  • Now then…my punishment. I am in the last bits of recovery from the migraine, and I am actually disappointed to report that my calling out of work had nothing to do with debauchery of any kind. *sigh*Â Thank you doctor for my migraine medicine but I’ll tell ya I might need to try something else.
  • Stay Tuned

    Monday, January 15th, 2007

    More music is on the way. It’s been tested and approved at Thirsty! Thursday…so you’ll have it soon!