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I had to work much harder.
Eight super top-secret things I now know after last night: or, the Cellar—A Journal
8. Trivial Pursuit games, at least the ones that I participate in, always end up with the rules being changed to “if you get any question right you get a pie”. Once, just once, I would like to play a real game.
7. Playing infomercials about “dating services” with bikini-clad women in a bar crowded with highly testosteroned dudez is not a strategy. Good or bad.
6. There are people in this world who will dance to anything. This includes: Charlie Daniels and those “awful novelty country songs”***1***. I missed much of the show, but apparently a young woman was dancing all night long to anything at all.
5.Seeing one of the kids you student teach at a party, even if you are not drinking and are in complete control of all capacities, is not cool. Especially when you are playing a game called Hot Seat where you get asked highly personal questions by the person to yer left, and that person ends up being said High School Student, and he pulls the question “Name the most erotic moment in your life” and you HAVE to answer cos you gave everyone else shit for not answering. The Hero’s friend
Dan taught a coupla years ago and saw half of his biology class at the Pub with their families. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a pint in his hand at the time. “hello, I’m teaching your kids about the human body.”
4. People ask people if they know us at shows. This means that at one point, a person in a city not within a 400 mile radius of Bloom-Norm asked a touring musician if he knew “the guys at Panaphobic”. The level of our celebrity knows no bounds.
3. The Cellar isn’t the same without you, Mast. Or Scoot.
2. If you play the Doors in the jukebox, yer gonna get what you ask for. Dudes pounding tables, picking tables up, yer basic drunk’n’disorderly.
1.Never bet that I will or will not do something. As soon as people start betting, I start defying the odds.
So that was that. Tonight, the RyandI leave for Naperthrill, where my cousin Vince is getting married. He is the 2nd oldest of, like, 25 kids. He’s 30, and my youngest is 3.
Don’t forget: Ryan Adams on Saturday Night Live. Marcie has bolognatits. Scoot likes butts. Mast drinks PBR exclusively. Jessee never writes.
Next five: “fuzzy” by grant lee buffalo; “grace” by jeff buckley; “Count me out if yer talking ‘bout (Marcie’s love life)” by lois lane featuring hey Mercedes, mt.st.Helens, and mtk; “anything you want” by spoon; and that don’t fuck with my identity song by first grade crush.
In the stereo: the strokes
***1***Direct quote from Bob.
I had to work much harder.
Eight super top-secret things I now know after last night: or, the Cellar—A Journal
8. Trivial Pursuit games, at least the ones that I participate in, always end up with the rules being changed to “if you get any question right you get a pie”. Once, just once, I would like to play a real game.
7. Playing infomercials about “dating services” with bikini-clad women in a bar crowded with highly testosteroned dudez is not a strategy. Good or bad.
6. There are people in this world who will dance to anything. This includes: Charlie Daniels and those “awful novelty country songs”***1***. I missed much of the show, but apparently a young woman was dancing all night long to anything at all.
5.Seeing one of the kids you student teach at a party, even if you are not drinking and are in complete control of all capacities, is not cool. Especially when you are playing a game called Hot Seat where you get asked highly personal questions by the person to yer left, and that person ends up being said High School Student, and he pulls the question “Name the most erotic moment in your life” and you HAVE to answer cos you gave everyone else shit for not answering. The Hero’s friend
Dan taught a coupla years ago and saw half of his biology class at the Pub with their families. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a pint in his hand at the time. “hello, I’m teaching your kids about the human body.”
4. People ask people if they know us at shows. This means that at one point, a person in a city not within a 400 mile radius of Bloom-Norm asked a touring musician if he knew “the guys at Panaphobic”. The level of our celebrity knows no bounds.
3. The Cellar isn’t the same without you, Mast. Or Scoot.
2. If you play the Doors in the jukebox, yer gonna get what you ask for. Dudes pounding tables, picking tables up, yer basic drunk’n’disorderly.
1.Never bet that I will or will not do something. As soon as people start betting, I start defying the odds.
So that was that. Tonight, the RyandI leave for Naperthrill, where my cousin Vince is getting married. He is the 2nd oldest of, like, 25 kids. He’s 30, and my youngest is 3.
Don’t forget: Ryan Adams on Saturday Night Live. Marcie has bolognatits. Scoot likes butts. Mast drinks PBR exclusively. Jessee never writes.
Next five: “fuzzy” by grant lee buffalo; “grace” by jeff buckley; “Count me out if yer talking ‘bout (Marcie’s love life)” by lois lane featuring hey Mercedes, mt.st.Helens, and mtk; “anything you want” by spoon; and that don’t fuck with my identity song by first grade crush.
In the stereo: the strokes
***1***Direct quote from Bob.
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