The First Blog: Five Years of Static

Since nothing has really changed for me, I still find this to be a timely blog. The only difference between myself now is that I had $60,000 in credit.

Jealousy and Hypocracy (Black Wednesday 2K5)
Current mood: frustrated

Last night, I can only question why I went out.

No, I do not have to question, it was $3.00 Red Bull mixers at Big Al's. Of course the night was suppose to be a little more constructive. I figured I would bug the bartenders at SOP's, but damn this holiday bullshit.

Blue Magoo was playing at SOP's. They are a great jam band, worth seeing, but the people...well I knew I would have to eventually deal with them at my final destination, so I skipped out.

Also, I cannot stand crowds for concerts I guess. Tough to get to the bar, you cannot just chill. I mean, is that not that what you are suppose to do at a jam band? Sit back and hope for a blunt to pass you by (I don't buy narcotics, but if it's there).

I guess you take the sweet with the sour. The price for my regular parking spot. That and paying cover at Al's.

The purpose of the night was eventually dismissed when the Holiday killed the drink special. For being a depressed person, I always try to think optimistically. Good things usually happen when I drink tequila.

A side from babysitting my best friend's ex and dealing with all the young pups who don't understand that every night is for drinking just not holidays, I had an alright time.

Bullshit with the cynical dancers, try my best to flirt with the cutest one, throw an apartment pitch at the most mean spirited dancer (no, I guess I will never learn that these girls are impossible to live with). That was an unusual for a busy night, but I guess most of the girls think like me when it comes to the typical downtown dopes.

I look at it like this, a lot of these girls cannot stand people, but they love the challenge of dealing with them. Whether they would admit or not is a different story.

Every stripper's best friend is what my ex-roommate would declare me. She would go as far and say my ring gear was more stripper than theirs.

The downer of the night is when I see the cutest girl at the club who just appreciates me to bullshit with was being pulled aside by the crowd that her boyfriend runs with.

Sorry, The Supersuckers just came up on my random track: "I know people change, and sometimes that's good. And some people don't. When maybe they should."

That was just a buzz kill because I just thought they were acting like idiots. They were just jealous pricks demanding attention at her job.

No denying, it is jealousy on my behalf. Again, why do the asshole's always win?

For me to take a stand and possibly ruin her shit would be more than rude. I am not going to be rude to anyone, but I cannot stand being the nice guy because we all know how they finish.

So, we have jealousy and hypocrisy. A lot weirder stuff happen to lead to these feeling, but I got put my six hours in on this holiday.