||[Jul. 22nd, 2001|04:39 am]
The Veritable TechNinja
|||||Forma Tadre - Celebrate the Cult||]|
All you fucknozzles that skipped out on the show can just eat my balls. Yeah, the bands weren't exactly to my taste, the place was hot, and for the most part the clientele was even more vapid than LCC. Yeah, there was some drunk cocksmoker who plowed his Camaro in to the sidewall of I-75, thus with out wonderful police force's help shoving me off the freeway in a less than pleasant part of town. Yeah, I was stuck getting on 75 south and got to come right back through the mess at 5 mph (this time staying in the only lane the pigs left open), so I could enter Detroit right in the middle of a seething river of drunken morons and ghetto fabulous monte carlos. Yeah, I had to park like a mile down some damned street and walk past what will be mercifully referred to as "unsavory company" to get to the venue. Yeah, I walked around in circles through even more wonderful examples of human nature in action trying to find my car. But it ruled. Nice Kate lady, you kick ass. I'm kind of terrified of the detachable penis I was presented, though. Lexie, you were stunning. Rob, once you got there I didn't feel so out of place, you proved the value of a familliar face, not to mention superior company.