fine dinning
TRIPPIE costume
to much purple drank
melting into romance
DEVOTCHKA!!!woke up in salina utah at sun up. i was freezing my ass off...,burr burrr burrrr plop.
fired up the motor coache and heaters to 11. after about 20 minutes, i saddled up and champed the last 6 hours to Boulder.
when i got into town, a ball game had just ended in flat iron town and the streets were flooded with the future of America in full costume and falling out of bar windows. i'm glad that big companys hire new employees based on what school they went to and which SAFROITY someone was in. (one glitch in my story) that whole 2012, end of earth thang people talk about...it's not gonna be some crazy explosion or some hollyhood shit...it's just gonna be when the majority of humans become cerebrally, inhuman. this will be the end. 49/51. i'm just waiting for 51/49. OK! on with the story.
got a hotel room. contacted the Rebel. and bathed.
when the Rebel showed up we got our makeup on, went to the front desk, got a coupon to Boulders #1 steakhouse from out boy TUcker (thanks doode) and lit the fuse of the nite.
we showed up to this upity dinning experience dressed like undead backpackers and ordered the best bottle of wine in the joint just for shits and giggles.
Chris "i'll be helping you guys out tonite" was our waiter. seemed like a nice enough doode, but i had to put him on the spot. he rolled up to our table hummin like the ol'hippie lettuce. so i called him out in the middle of his specials rant. "uh, Chris, yeah, do you happen to take pulls off the wacky tabaccy?". the fucking doode went deer in headlights!!! SO EPIC!!!
the steak had to have been the best steak i have ever(not joking at all) everever had. Rebel and I met the chef "Mathew" out on the loading dock for a blasty after the meal. Mathew was a traveling chef from Boston. small world. after our talk with the chef we were off.
now, Boulders got like 3 differant concert venues around it. theres the fox, the boulder, and the somethingelse. we went to the wrong one first and ghostface killa was playin. totally wrong spot, but way funny.
after getting to the right venue, i went to will call and found out i bought tickets for the night before...oct 30th...not good.
i informed the will call girl that i had traveled great distances of land, sea, and air to get to the show. she gave a crooked smile, signed the ticket and we were in.....heres the pics
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