We will be getting our hipster on this evening.
Tonight Dane, Megan, Justin, and I are going to The Press Club for a dj thing Dave Allen is, um, spinning? Is that right?
I think what he does is he pushes a button and music comes on - kind of like how our microwave works only less complicated.
Before we go to The Press Club we’re going to The Nightlight Lounge which is a few blocks down on Clinton. Dane and I used to host a Trivia Night there every other Sunday until we got rid of our car and moved to the other side of town. It was really fun but a lot of work that I would basically make Dane do, because I don’t have a full time job like he does so it makes sense that he should do it. It’s purely logical and if you like, I can work it out for you with math and science. I just need an etch a sketch and a sextant.
Soooo, we are going to vegan bike messenger central and in an effort to fit in, Dane and I have decided to become “Public Vegans” and maybe also “Public Bike Messengers”. A few hours of internet research and a stop at American Apparel is all we need. I’m practicing hating everything right now. It’s not that bad.
I mean, it just sucks. IT BLOWS.
I don’t even care if you read this. I’m only doing it for my band anyway.








4 comments
YEAH! fuck this website!
Wait is that right? Is that what we do here? Do we hate this site? Fuck I’m bad at this. Can I just buy a track bike and call it good?
T’is a shame you’re not a second-hand-smoke smoker like your boyfriendsband Dane, you missed out on some top drawer Mormon mockery and throat cancer… and rain. Next time?
Meanwhile we’ve set a new record for exclusively running into each other at crepe houses. Ah sanitary high five!
This blog is funny.
Thanks Matt. I think your blog posts are funny.
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