Post by Goldbart der Hexenmeister on Apr 4, 2014 0:55:31 GMT -8
During the Polish Ambassador show I'd been dancing and enjoying myself with the goirlfran, then these two ladies from Boisie started popping in and out of the front row trying to have The Polish Ambassador get them on stage and each time they were denied. Well anyways, I know they were from Boisie because in their shrill white girl wasted voices I could hear them constantly say they were from Boisie whenever they popped up, but in the end I was groving on the corn chips and the beats and just could not care. Then during the encore they again pushed their way to the front, and one of them started to talk to me, she wanted to ask me if they could move in front of me, because they were from Boisie, so I stopped watching The Polish Ambassador's amazing set for a brief moment, looked at her with (according to my goirlfran) the most least caring look in the universe, as she told me she was from Boisie, with "I. don't. care." which she responded with the look as if I had just killed her cat, ate it, then told this white girl that she was insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe and that her looks will some day decay and in the end become meaningless, it took her a moment to regain her compuser and then when the song ended her and her friend tried to get on stage WITH the Polish Ambassador as if they had just played to which they were then set upon by the big bearded guy who watches stages.
I got a call today from a guy who works at a different company asking for help. He's a good dude and I was sitting in the office bored out of my mind so I said I'd come give him a hand and jokingly said he owed me beer for this. I showed up, helped him for a few hours and he gave me 36 beers. I was not expecting that at all so now I'm more than set for the weekend. 24 of them are even good beer!
In related news if anyone in Vancouver really likes Keith's I have a present for you.