30 posts tagged “beer”
So it was early. Despite the forecast of bad weather probably cancelling the barbecue we had planned, we're hoping to have a party tomorrow, or, at least, to go bar hopping or drink at someone's house, so dinner with the family was tonight. We went to my favorite Thai place, I had too much to drink, and now I am a good, happy, drunk.
This is how birthday dinners should be.
Halfway through the dinner, I put the hood on my sweatshirt up, and my dad decided to tell me I look like the unabomber. So I reached into my bag, pulled out my aviators, put 'em on, and started talking about how "I have a four square foot shack in Montana that I share with a typewriter and some rats. It's very scenic."
I'm still wearing the aviators.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I am going to have another and have a smoke, and then maybe watch a movie or something.
Well, I admit, there was a miscommunication, totally on my end earlier. So how's that book, Jeff? We still do need to chill if you're ever in town.
Either way, I ended up at the Record Exchange. Hung out with the (bored as fuck) employees a bit, while maybe six or seven people total just kinda chilled out and browsed vinyl while the CD section sat empty. I love being out on Super Bowl Sunday for just that reason. You can go out and have yourself peace and quiet all at the same time. I ended up with a bunch of shit I probably should've already had. Loaded and the self-titled by The Velvet Underground, Recent Songs by Leonard Cohen, and the less-essential Strung Out in Heaven by The Brian Jonestown Massacre, who never fail to put out stuff I dig.
So I actually know who's playing in the Super Bowl now, and I don't feel I'm any better or worse off for it. I asked my mom. She also said Tom Petty didn't play any songs she knew. She said my dad knew one of them. I think one Tom Petty song is about all I know, or care to know, as well. It's not that I don't like his stuff, it's just that I can't see myself liking his stuff.
Also, I have a metric assload of beer in the fridge. I've got a bottle of Deep Ender's Dark Porter (Anderson Valley), Old Boardhead '07 Reserve (Full Sail), Arrogant Bastard (Stone), and some German beer called Aecht Schlenkerla Rauchbier Urbock (Brauerei Heller-Trom). I'm about to drink the porter right now. It's poured a coffee colored dark brown with a creamy head and a nice chocolate-coffee smell. Maybe a hint of cinnamon? More coffee than chocolate in the taste. Goes down nice and smooth. Oh yes. It's good. This bottle won't last long.
So today, I had the worst hangover ever. It was so bad, I couldn't not sleep it off. The combination of the head hurting and the stomach feeling like it was going to fall out of my throat seemed to trigger a natural "go the fuck to sleep, you lush" mechanism in my brain, and so I did.
So last night, me, Erik, and Alex went and got drunk. Like far drunker than I've been for a good, long, time. I put away a good 8 beers, among other things. Erik put down a good 6 or so, I'd guess. And then Alex was left, for once, the only sober one. Which led to him driving my car. Luckily, he'd just gotten his license, so he gave us both rides home as I was laid out in the backseat of my own car.
So he returned my car today, and actually put some gas in it! This was going above and beyond the call of duty, since I expected no such thing of him. But now we're even for all those rides I've given him over the past year or so. So I hooked him up with a ride to work, and we listened to The Temptations. That was pretty awesome.
Here's some stuff to look at:
What's on your holiday wishlist?
- Beer and maybe some baller-ass liquor
- Records
- Books
- Peace on Earth
- A fine lady to drink these with:
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.
Tonight, I hung out with these dudes:
That's Alex, Jake, Erik, and a poster of Bob Dylan playing bass (I don't know why there's a poster in existence of Bob Dylan playing bass, but it's rad), from left to right. Alex and Jake have a house together in this weird neighborhood that apparently has a shared cat. No one really knows who owns it, but everyone feeds it and lets it chill out in their house. We named him Methcat because we decided he was acting like a tweaker.
He scratched up my hand because I was annoying him. So I kept annoying him, and he kept scratching up my hand. Methcat rules.
So yeah. We drank beer and hung out in Alex and Jake's living room. We watched a movie called The Tin Drum. I guess it won an Oscar and a bunch of awards, and the guy who wrote the book it's based on got a Nobel prize, but I couldn't really get into it. Most of the "artsy" plot devices were really just silly. The story wasn't terribly hard to follow, but the pacing was pretty disorienting, as if they'd tried to pack far too much into the movie, and ended up having to cut a bunch of it out at the last minute. There were about four seconds of the film, however, that totally redeemed it, just from how many times we replayed it, laughing hysterically. At one point, the main character, a boy who decided to stop growing up, punches a girl right to the ovaries with both fists! Definitely the best part of the movie, for me. I've never read the book, but I'll give it the benefit of the doubt and assume the movie is a pretty piss-poor interpretation.
After the movie was over, Erik and I ended up going and hanging out downtown for a while. He described a picture that would be really neat to take. We both decided it couldn't be done with my camera (because from where we were sitting, the moon looked too high up in the sky to get the picture as we wanted it), but I decided to give it a shot, anyway. And... uh... nailed it.
Okay, no whiny bullshit today!
But lately, I haven't been up to a whole lot.
Besides the usual sitting around and playing guitar, I've also been playing a lot of San Andreas. I managed to find a copy on bittorrent that didn't have any viruses in it, and worked when I installed it.
Dave and I went and saw "Knocked Up" at the cheap theater last night (on a side note, they're already showing Lindsay Lohan's new movie there. Does that mean she doesn't have a career anymore? Let's hope). Shit's like a chick flick for frat boys. Still, it was actually pretty funny. A lot better than I thought it would be, at any rate.
Then we got a 12 pack of Pabst, but didn't finish it. We plan to polish it off, maybe tonight.
Yesterday, I went over to Erik's house and we drank the rest of that shitty-ass skunked Pabst we couldn't bring ourselves to finish the other night. Erik had me transfer a tape of his new band playing so they could put it up on MySpace. It includes an impromptu cover of "Don't Fear the Reaper," sans vocals, recorded live at that one show where they were all drunk and out of tune. Everything else is pretty rad, though. Most of it is from a different tape than the live show.
So check out Palm Reader, is what I'm saying, I guess. They're pretty good. And while you're at it, go show Sodomy in the Streets a little love!
After that whole thing, Erik and I ended up eating and listening to records and splitting a bottle of Old Guardian. Much, much better than skunked Pabst.
Also, I managed to find a pirated copy of San Andreas. So I've been playing that almost nonstop the past couple days.
And I ordered all the Applessed Cast vinyl. I'm pretty excited about that.
Last things last, I totally have a blister on my right middle finger now, from playing my bunged-up old acoustic really hard. It sounded fucking rad, though.
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.
Okay, first off, I'm not in San Diego. Neat.
Second, I'm now a two-OS man. I'm running Ubuntu again. I'm thinking I'll stick with it this time, and maybe even stop dual-booting XP unless I run into lots of huge annoyances again, this time. So far, though, it's working just like it should've last time. Having a motherboard that doesn't suck balls and fuck up every 10 minutes makes all the difference.
Third, Thursday night. I went and hung out with Dave. He was too scared/clumsy to come out to spots that I would've been afraid of a couple years ago. We ended up making a Del Taco run and then wandering around 'til we got bored. Not a terribly exciting night by a lot of peoples' standards, but it was kinda nice to not be all excited for once.
Fourth, last night. Erik called me up and we went to the Record Exchange. I picked up a record involving Justin Greaves from Electric Wizard and Dominic Aitchison from Mogwai. The band is called Crippled Black Phoenix, and, well, I'm listening to it now and can't really talk about it in detail (although I will, once I give it a few listens), but I dig it so far. It's definitely softer and poppier than I expected. But it's kinda softer and poppier in more of a "Mogwai" way than in some way you'd expect from a band that has a dude from Electric Wizard in it. Oh, and there are vocals on most of the tracks, which I didn't expect at all. Thanks go out to Justin at the Record Exchange for telling me about this one last time I saw him.
After that, we went and got drunk. Then we went back to Erik's house, where I ended up giving drunken tarot card readings all around (I'm good at bullshitting cards I don't know sober; suck at it drunk), and then I ended up hanging out with Dustin and Mike (not that Mike) for a while, while I slowly sobered up enough to drive home.
This morning, I woke up, and no one was around. I fed my sister's fish, her frogs, the cats, and not the dog 'cause she'd already been fed. Her hamster's cage (complete with hamster!) is on the floor in the other room. I have to keep shooing the cats away from it.
Anyway, I guess that can only mean one thing: naked week has begun! I'm sitting around sipping a Sierra Nevada, but since I've only had one, I'm gonna put some clothes on and go record shopping.
Oh, and I'll probably be at the Viva Voce/Aqueduct show at Neurolux. Boise kids, mark your calendars, 'cause you should probably be there! Unless you're actually kids, 'cause it's 21+. Smoosh was originally on the show, but they got pulled from it 'cause they couldn't legally play at Neurolux, since they're like 13 and 15 or something like that. Also, I'll probably make it out to La Piovra at Veterans Park, even though I have no idea where that is right now. Hardcore, Italian, Youth Attack, etc. Probably worth checking out, and I think Pussygutt and Manville (with a new-ish singer, I heard - last time I saw 'em, Jamie was still in the band, vag-ing it up) are playing it, too.
