what a crazy night
01/25/03 ~ 1:07 p.m.
whew. last night was crazy. the punk show was just insane. klieber hall was PACKED like i've never seen it. all seats full, aisels packed. i couldn't even get around to take pictures!
the first "band" (if you can call them that) was BUI. they use a BOX as their drumset. so their music genre, instead of hardcore, is "boxcore". all their songs went something like this. "hi everyone, this song is about joe. it's called 'joe sucks at techmo bowl'. 1-2-fuck you! RAAAAHHHHHHHH! JOE SUCKS AT TECHMO BOWL. FUCK YOU. AHHHH. JOE!!! YOU SUCK!!! thank you."
it was funny, to say the least.
the next band, phase III, had a good sound and was enjoyable. the singers were kinda tone deaf, but hey, it's punk. you can still make it if you can't sing.
the third band was called EMP, which they decided stood for "eat more poultry" so that they could throw KFC at the crowd. they were really rowdy, really drunk, and ended up breaking a beer bottle against the wall. glass evrywhere. not cool. one of the BUI guys was runing around with no shoes on. he got gashes in his foot. he thought it was cool. *sigh*
the last band was called filthy pete and the moustaches. they used a CD player for their drums. they were pretty bad and i had a huge ass headache by this point. their stuff kept breaking, so on on "technical difficulties" moment, some guy told a story (with pictures) about a dirty hippie named "neck-beard joe." enough said.
so then a bunch of us met at the girls house. it was me, david, krystal, steven, tiff, sophia, and this new guy tiff is dating, brett. we took our asses over to the party at sue and arjun's house, which was kickin' and had all sorts of cool people there. we're talking jeffy, jackson, kevin, radish, joe, and a million others that i am leaving out. (end major linkage)
we kicked it, drank, mingled, and left around 1:30 i think. then david and i had our *own* private party, so we didn't go to be till 3ish. he left this morning for santa rosa at like 8, poor guy. i slept till 12:30, when tiff called.
tonight a group of us are going to chevy's for mike's* b-day. until then, i need to eat, workout, and write a computer program.
hasta, peeps.
~holly~
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