13 posts tagged “alcohol”
Lately, I've been feeling a bit shitty. Like that kinda shitty you start to feel when the heat is getting unbearable, and your diet is thinning out to a pot of beans or something every day, and you're consuming more alcohol than food. So yeah, that caught up with me, but I'm starting to feel a bit better. I think I accidentally ate some cheese or dairy at some point today. I really don't know, actually, but for some reason, my stomach hurts in the same way it would if I did.
Then there's the sexual frustration. Let's actually not go too far into that, but let's just say the past two days have been among the least productive days of my life.
On the plus side, I was able to go out for a few beers with Dave and Justin the other day. Here's what that looked like:
Justin drinks like a frat boy. It's rather amusing. He and Dave cannot hold their booze at all. We got a six-pack of Weinhard's Private Reserve - which basically amounts to the watery, domestic equivalent of what's supposed to be a "pilsner" - after I refused to pay money for anything with "Light," or worse, "Lite," in its name. Not totally awful, but I was hoping we'd spring for better, since we were splitting the cost three ways and all. So I spent the entire night completely sober. They both had a pretty good buzz going after two bottles of that stuff, which has barely more alcohol by volume (4.8% abv) than Pabst Blue Ribbon (4.65% abv). Hilarious. Even funnier was when Justin insisted that the alcohol content by volume was at least 6%, which resulted in me telling him he's full of shit, which resulted in him scouring the bottles and packaging to try and prove me wrong. Eventually we ended up being accosted by a rather frightening lesbian ex-junkie who ended up hanging out with us because she couldn't remember who she'd come downtown with. When we finally left the spot where we were sitting, luckily, the guy she was with showed up. He looked rather disappointed that she was still there.
Also, the band is finally getting its shit together. We're looking for a drummer right now. We also changed our name, just 'cause we don't sound much like a band that would be all about meth-fueled ass-orgies, so much as the sort of band that would be all about acid-fueled triple penetrations. So Sodomy in the Streets is now Mystick Crystal Revelations, or "The Good MCR" for short. Yeah, we changed the MySpace URL, too, so you can find it here, now. There's new songs! I might post 'em here later, but I really don't feel like it right now. So they'll probably be actual, finished, songs by the time you see them on here.
The other night, me, Dave, and Justin drank in a park, all teenager style. Justin was bitching about Pabst not being as good as more expensive beers. No shit, Sherlock. Sometimes quantity is just more important than quality. We ended up at Shari's, and I drank a shitload of coffee.
Yesterday was pretty boring and uneventful. Erik wanted to hang out, but when I called him, his phone just started wigging out. I'd imagine it was even more annoying on his end, but I couldn't get ahold of him, so shit didn't happen.
Today, it's 5 in the afternoon, and I'm already drunk on this really nasty-ass pre-mixed margarita shit my dad got at Costco. It tastes pretty bad, but it's got enough alcohol in it to make up for it.
I got some records on Friday. The Record Exchange added a whole 'nother half-aisle to the vinyl section. They haven't quite filled it in, yet, but I won't complain about the extra space, either. For a while, the vinyl was all so packed in, it was actually pretty difficult to browse. So I guess I'll talk about the records I got, now. Okay, I'll start with the only one Amazon has a picture for.
Well, the new... uh... New Pornographers record is out. It definitely didn't grab me as immediately as Twin Cinema, but it's a totally different record in a lot of ways. It's more of a downer than anything they've done before.
Still, it's not bad. The songs are still pretty damn solid, it's just really apparent that Carl Newman is wearing the pants, far as the songwriting goes. And he's a fucking good songwriter, so I can get behind that.
Better, though, is the one Amazon doesn't have. The new Built to Spill single! If you want a physical copy of it, you're shit out of luck unless you've got a record player, but that's fine by me. They've also released it digitally, but seriously, fuck that.
Both of the songs on it were played at the Big Easy show last year. "They Got Away" is the song that's been floating around under the title "Reggae" for about the past year (in fact, that's even what it said on the set list). The b-side is a cover of a Gladiators song called "Rearrange." It's a reggae song, of course.
So basically, if you like Built to Spill, and you like reggae, and you have a record player, picking this one up is a no-brainer. It's Built to Spill playing reggae on vinyl, for fuck's sake! The first time I listened to it, I came pretty close to needing a change of pants.
Also, I guess Wolves in the Throne Room canceled. They're coming in October, now, though. Hopefully the local bands opening aren't as uninteresting as the ones they had slated for show as it was. Here's hoping Pussygutt is on the show as it is!
Also, Sodomy in the Streets has already managed to evolve a bit. Alex is a full-time member now. We're getting together to finish up a bunch of half-songs on Tuesday. There may or may not be recordings.
Last night, Dave, Boone, and I went drinking. We went to a dive bar near my house that was loaded with college kids (the kind that I normally would have nothing to do with, due to my elitist tendencies), and had like 8 beers apiece (I have to give it at least this much credit: that bar had some cheap-ass booze). There was this dude smoking these fucking nasty herbal cigarettes that smelled like bad pot. Dave and Boone knew him, unfortunately. They were hanging out with some stereotypical "bar skanks." Then everyone wanted to go to a strip club way the hell over on Vista. Well, for one thing, nothing sounds less appealing to me than going to a strip club. For another, I wasn't about to get in a car with a dude who'd just downed 8 beers. Luckily, the bar was close enough to my house for me to stumble home.
Dave and Boone are rad dudes, but they have awful taste in bars.
So I get home, and neglect to drink any water. I talk to people online for a while. I'm feelin' good (although a bit tired). At around 2 AM (rough guess), I just decide to call it a night and go to bed.
I wake up with the nastiest hangover I've had in ages. Eventually, I managed to get myself motivated enough to continue living to have some water and some chocolate soymilk, and to eat a banana. Now I feel much better.
So I found out this morning that Wolves in the Throne Room are definitely coming next month, on the 25th, and they're playing at the Bouquet. It's a $5 show. Hard to argue with that! I need to continue to bug Erik to renew his damn ID so he can go. I heard initially that Pussygutt was on the show, but Angry Potato says they're not, but some band called Post Mortem Twitch is. I'm kinda disappointed it's not Pussygutt, but I haven't heard Post Mortem Twitch, so maybe they'll be cool.
I've been writing some new stuff for Sodomy in the Streets. Yeah, actually writing it. The track I'm working on now is based around a vaguely Earth-y guitar drone. Kinda like what everyone else on earth is doing right now. I also may have officially rounded up a drummer, but I don't know yet. I don't know if I even want drums. We'll see what happens.
1. I'd almost forgotten how good Floodgate was. Catchy, but not poppy hardcore with lots of mid-90's "emo" (not metalcore) breakdowns scattered throughout. Seriously excellent songwriting. If you haven't heard them, you really should.
2. I've actually been writing decent songs, lately. Maybe some shows will be played this summer? Who knows. Here's hoping!
3. I ordered that one Pop Unknown record Deep Elm was selling, since they have less than 20 copies of it left. Now's as good a time as any, I guess. Now they just need to hurry up and get those Appleseed Cast LP's out. New old Elliott Smith record is out today. I'll probably pick it up on Friday.
4. I kinda want to go drinkin' tonight.
Okay, where to start...
Drama with the sister is about half cleared-up. Her cat got out, and her ex-boyfriend is stalking her. These things might be related, but I'm not going so far as to throw definite accusations out. Her neighbor saw Matt at her apartment when she wasn't there, though, and that's definitely pretty suspicious. Still, charges might be dropped against her (well, not the speeding ticket, but the assault charge) because, as it turns out, he hit her too, and actually left marks. So hopefully, he'll be getting it in the ass when all's said and done. I'm sure there's a lesson somewhere in this, but I really doubt Ashley's going to learn it.
Last night was my dad's birthdays. Parents' birthdays are interesting at my house, since they always involve going out to eat at some place that isn't vegan-friendly in the slightest, and me getting drunk on my parents' dime as a result. Before dinner, I went out to this new Mediterranean place on Parkcenter, got myself a falafel, and hit on the girl at the counter, who was super-cute. We talked about local bands, and how awesome Doug Martsch is. Then I got my falafels and went back home. I hung out with my parents and we watched some TV and waited for my sister to show up. She finally did, and then pulled this, "how 'bout I drive myself" deal. We went to Jaker's out in Eagle. Ashley got lost on the way there and showed up about a half hour late. They had Stone IPA on tap, and make a really good mojito, so, needless to say, I was a bit sloshed last night.
After that was my sister's last soccer game of the season, and, I guess, her team's only winning game. So that makes me officially good luck, I guess.
After I got home, I went and got some cigarettes and went for a bike ride. I ended up seeing Tim (the guy with the banjo and the hot dog stand) and we talked about bikes and guitars, and local bands, and how "damn, those veggie dogs are good!" The Boise Weekly Music Festival was going on. I wasn't digging most of the bands I was hearing, but I didn't go in or pay money, so it was no big deal.
After that, I came home and realized just how incredibly cheesy Strike Anywhere's lyrics are (meaning, I actually paid attention to them for once). Big mistake. They might as well just replace them all with the phrase, "I'm a white dude with dreadlocks!" over and over. A shame, since they're probably one of the best-sounding punk bands out there.
Also, a totally random aside: I really need to find some people to play basketball with. I miss basketball.
Tonight, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists! I'll probably take pictures!
Last night, the plan was to go see Kris Doty.
So I went and saw Kris Doty.
Then I ran into Erik and Chris, and we got drunk. Then we ate.
Then I went home, and got online.
Then more shit happened.
Life is bizarre.
Last night I got really drunk and then really high and then really sick.
I think it was of the best drunken nights I've had in a while.
So apparently computers don't like being punched. Who knew? So yeah, there goes my DVD drive. It's making some real strange noises now. Well, not so much strange, but less obnoxiously loud than usual. It's actually kinda nice. Ironically, the hard drive is still fine. Honestly, though, I don't really care. Actually, I could really give a fuck if this computer dies (which is the only reason I decided that punching it may be a viable solution to the problems I was having with it). Also, my built-in laptop mouse has decided that it would be real fun to do that annoying thing where it constantly registers clicks for no apparent reason, and when I tried to kill its driver, Windows just reinstalled it for me. Fuck you, Windows, seriously. Luckily, reinstalling its driver seemed to have helped more than punching the actual mouse on the computer (which only seemed to stun it temporarily). On top of that, my ISP has decided it no longer provides internet service so much as it provides cables to jiggle while cursing at your computer. They're quite therapeutic, at least, but there comes a point where I decide to go ride my bike, or sit around and play guitar and stop worrying about the damn computer. Sorry, CableNone, but I win this round!
I have a date-ish thing tomorrow, probably. I'm really looking forward to it. It's been a good, long time since I've dated anyone here. Long distance is just too frustrating anymore, and since I'm just coming out of something long distance, after a year of basically nothing, I have to say, it's about damn time.
So yeah. I go from a rather shockingly un-messy break-up to still being able to be picky about the girls I date. I guess it's true: not giving a fuck about whether or not a girl likes you makes her like you, or, at least, drastically improves your chances. I'm quickly finding that out with Jessica. I'm really glad that she digs me, and I definitely like her a lot, too. It's just that it's not something I was too worried about until it happened. And honestly, I'm still not too worried about it. I'm losing a dangerous amount of emo points. I'll probably turn into a ska kid (again).
I've also got a bunch of un-drank alcohol in the garage. I think I'll leave it un-drank for now. And maybe get more tomorrow. And after that, I doubt any of it will go un-drank for long. I had a can of PBR with dinner. I still have about 8 cans left. Yeee-haw!
(Note: this is probably among the angriest blog posts I've ever made. Rest assured that every word of it is sincere, and that I'm not talking from an overly emotional standpoint.)
So yeah, this week has been the shittiest week ever. Spent most of it depressed for various reasons. Now I want to get really drunk, but I don't have any beer left, and I've already sobered up from earlier when I got drunk.
This morning my sister comes over and starts screaming at me for some really dumbass reason, and tells me I'm a terrible brother. I responded by asking her to not speak to me anymore. Hopefully she doesn't, because I sincerely hate her (not a distinction I use lightly) and wish her nothing but for her stupidity to keep biting her in the ass. She is probably among the dumbest human beings alive and has absolutely nothing to contribute to anyone's well-being, while being a huge burden on everyone she manages to call a friend. She's a spoiled waste of any life-sustaining resources that she sucks down.
And then there's a bunch of other stuff I don't want to talk about. I probably won't want to talk about it with anyone except the person it concerns. I hate hurting people I care about, but somehow, I never fail to do it.
I also got put on pills for some weird-ass sinus infection thing I got. They were kinda nice 'cause they made me feel way drunker than I was, but that doesn't mean a whole lot if I don't have any beer left. Maybe I'll scrounge up a little spare change and get some Pabst or a forty of Olde English tomorrow. Or maybe not. I just don't want to be sober right now. I want to be chain-smoking and perpetually drunk, like I was most of the earlier part of this year.
And I think I just want to leave.
