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Aug. 30th, 2008 10:25 amOwowow got my shots in both arms for my trip to rural Chile, and the sore has really set in. I think this means that once I don't hurt anymore (ow!) I can drink out of the toilet.
Last night I finally made it to wasteland for the first time. This is the first time I've gone to a club based solely on the setlists. Seriously, I've decided not to go, over and over, because it seems such a pain to get to that Atlas area, but seeing the music they played won me over. Last night I made the trek - I know I've gone at least once where I couldn't find the place and got so annoyed that I gave up and went home! Last night was nearly one of those nights again - Jimmy Valentine's lonely hearts club (don't look it up on the internet, all the websites are fake blog/city-guide click-farms) at 1103 Bladensburg Rd NE is absolutely impossible to find. First, the googlemaps directions are WRONG (or I'm a twit, or the construction makes it not possible, or it's really hard to see where "Staples" road is). Next, there is no fucking sign! None! It's just a building that looks really abandoned from the outside. I actually parked, across from some scary looking business men (if you know what I mean, sales of imported items) (who were looking nervous about some guy who was driving slow and turning around a lot) and wouldn't have tried even that if I hadn't seen a car with the license plate shadow27. Just sayin.
Even if you have the guts to pull the door open, you walk into an unlit hallway with a door to your right that has a piece of rope as a handle. However, once you pull that handle you enter a gorgeous bar lit entirely in red lighting cast from classic collected old lamps. In fact, the entire decor is made up of found items - you could spend a lot of time just staring at the collection on the walls, sitting on shelves, and behind the bar. The bar itself is allegedly made of glass shower doors...which would explain the plastic emblems glued to it at the joined ends. The drinks were powerful and cheap, and with or without requesting might be served with campy fruffy accessories. The staff was very fun and friendly. The crowd was a nice mix - who the hell are these people? Where do they go? I knew enough people to be comfortable, but was happy for the different crowd. The music was fantastic, but that much I expected.
They served cake. I'm not kidding. It was homemade, but...cake. I ate some.
I spent a lot of the night bugging Phil and Lori, and only after so many drinks talked to someone else and violated the "it's too cliche to talk about the desperate ploy / that republican cunt" rule (if you're going to violate it, point out that a tard is a great demographic for the Bush W voters). Oops. I also dove into the (legal?) absinthe, even though a time ago I told someone who was looking for a job with clearances not to drink it (it was not legal at that time, and I don't know what drug tests look for other than bagels). Absinthe is fun to drink - very strong, interesting flavor (licorice?), and I think it felt different. That might be a placebo, like when you pay $32 for a glass of grape juice and think it's the best thing you've ever done, but last night I was really digging it. That was before I did a long series of bong hits too, but I credit the high to the absinthe. Really.
I forgot how very cool Lori is off the clock.
