The Stand in...
Fuck hangovers. Fuck everyone who doesn't have one right now. And Fuck alcohol for being so delicious. Oh and for the record fuck the kids who aren't at work right now fighting for their lives against the most wicked of hangovers.
Back to the task at hand. Last night I was a stand in for Dan at Erin's holiday work party. I know we have all been to these parties before, but this one was out of control. It was The Lustgarten Foundation's Holiday Rock & Roll Bash 3 featuring JD & the Straight Shot. The party was at B.B. King's in the heart of Times Square. It was my first trip into that joint, and I must say, its a killer space.
It was fairly intimidating walking into this room full of suits and old money, but after a glass of red wine and some munchies the spirit began to flow. Erin introduced me around, but the room was so overly crowded it was impossible to carry out the chatty banter that comes with meeting work mates. Erin made a charge to the bar and we found ourselves in front of the biggest shrimp cocktail ever. We proceeded to take a shot of Jager and score a Grey Goose with tonic. Then they opened up the buffet lines so the bar area thinned out a tiny bit. We managed to pound down a couple more shots and drinks before the festivities got under way.
By the time six of the Radio City Rockettes made it to the dance floor, Erin and I were faced and pounding champaign. They did their thing while Erin and I discussed which one I would pick if given the chance. Trust me, it was difficult. Following their dance, the video piece Erin worked on was shown to the room. It was pretty hilarious, but there were a lot of inside jokes so I just laughed like a jolly fat man with the rest of the suits. We b-lined it upstairs for a smoke before some guy made a speech about something I probably don't care about.
Standing in the middle of Times Square for a smoke was kind of weird, but we were so fucking hammered at this point that it didn't matter. We went back downstairs and took more shots and drank more champaign with Missy and George. George was this guy from New Zealand, and he wouldn't stop asking me if I knew The Datsuns. Erin and I snuck off to the buffet and grabbed some eats before joining those two on the dance floor for some Rolling Stones covers. At least, that's what I think happened.
Some quick news...
My Morning Jacket hit the road, but they skip NYC. WTF is up with that? Hopefully they will schedule something at the Bowery.
There is a new Kill Rock Stars compilation on the way and they are promising exclusive Superchunk tracks.
NME gets the skimmy on the new Vines album. Psychedelic is a good way to go.
David Cross is up for a grammy. His record is fucking hilarious. Go buy it now!
ABC pulls a Fox like move during the Peanuts Christmas Special. They have been sent to bed without any dinner.
New Winter Contests posted at Prefix. Featuring goodies from the Strokes, the Stills, Spike Jones, David Cross and many more.
Vincent Gallo gives Buffalo a piece of his mind. This is pretty fucked up.
Sorry about this, here is some sports news. It's a sad day for the Yankees.
That's it, come back for details on tonight.
Fuck hangovers. Fuck everyone who doesn't have one right now. And Fuck alcohol for being so delicious. Oh and for the record fuck the kids who aren't at work right now fighting for their lives against the most wicked of hangovers.
Back to the task at hand. Last night I was a stand in for Dan at Erin's holiday work party. I know we have all been to these parties before, but this one was out of control. It was The Lustgarten Foundation's Holiday Rock & Roll Bash 3 featuring JD & the Straight Shot. The party was at B.B. King's in the heart of Times Square. It was my first trip into that joint, and I must say, its a killer space.
It was fairly intimidating walking into this room full of suits and old money, but after a glass of red wine and some munchies the spirit began to flow. Erin introduced me around, but the room was so overly crowded it was impossible to carry out the chatty banter that comes with meeting work mates. Erin made a charge to the bar and we found ourselves in front of the biggest shrimp cocktail ever. We proceeded to take a shot of Jager and score a Grey Goose with tonic. Then they opened up the buffet lines so the bar area thinned out a tiny bit. We managed to pound down a couple more shots and drinks before the festivities got under way.
By the time six of the Radio City Rockettes made it to the dance floor, Erin and I were faced and pounding champaign. They did their thing while Erin and I discussed which one I would pick if given the chance. Trust me, it was difficult. Following their dance, the video piece Erin worked on was shown to the room. It was pretty hilarious, but there were a lot of inside jokes so I just laughed like a jolly fat man with the rest of the suits. We b-lined it upstairs for a smoke before some guy made a speech about something I probably don't care about.
Standing in the middle of Times Square for a smoke was kind of weird, but we were so fucking hammered at this point that it didn't matter. We went back downstairs and took more shots and drank more champaign with Missy and George. George was this guy from New Zealand, and he wouldn't stop asking me if I knew The Datsuns. Erin and I snuck off to the buffet and grabbed some eats before joining those two on the dance floor for some Rolling Stones covers. At least, that's what I think happened.
Some quick news...
My Morning Jacket hit the road, but they skip NYC. WTF is up with that? Hopefully they will schedule something at the Bowery.
There is a new Kill Rock Stars compilation on the way and they are promising exclusive Superchunk tracks.
NME gets the skimmy on the new Vines album. Psychedelic is a good way to go.
David Cross is up for a grammy. His record is fucking hilarious. Go buy it now!
ABC pulls a Fox like move during the Peanuts Christmas Special. They have been sent to bed without any dinner.
New Winter Contests posted at Prefix. Featuring goodies from the Strokes, the Stills, Spike Jones, David Cross and many more.
Vincent Gallo gives Buffalo a piece of his mind. This is pretty fucked up.
Sorry about this, here is some sports news. It's a sad day for the Yankees.
That's it, come back for details on tonight.
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