Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters

Day started off pretty good. Got up, caught up on email and other internet garbage, listened to my soundtracks, etc. Fielded the call, got my shit together and went of to see Spider Man over at the AMC 14 in Burbank, which they're all tearing up to do something monstrous with, I think. Bonus score in that we also got tickets to see Attack of the Clones at the very same theatre.

So Spiderman kicked ass, even though Toby was mostly a bland (I haven't really liked him in anything except Wonder Boys), as was Kirsten Dunst. They're a very uninteresting couple, not very attractive couple (which is sad because Dunst can be a smokin' hot babe with the right gear). The praise really goes to Raimi and Dafoe, two great professionals who did excellent work here.

Also got to see a teaser for Ang Lee's Hulk. Neat.

Anyway, time passes. Rico calls, suggesting we might hit San Diego in the morning. I tell him I'm down.

Supposed to go to Stigmata tonight, but Jean changes the game on me. Says that we're going to instead, which sucks for me 'cause I've already told people that I'm going to Stigmata and will hopefully see them there. Stigmata is also free before 10:30pm with the password. Of course, I didn't really pay attention to the 10:30 bit and that would bite me in the ass later, as you'll see. So we end up at Bang and the motherfucker at the door won't let me in. My ID says I'm 24. I am, in fact, 24. However, my ID is expired and while nobody on the planet (aside from banks) give a shit that my ID is expired, this piece of shit bitch is telling me that my ID isn't valid and so he can't let me into a fucking dance club. As if ANYONE GIVES A MOTHERFUCKING SHIT IF MY ID IS EXPIRED! all I have to be is over eighteen to get into this shithole and this motherfucker is telling me I'm fucked. So I grab Jean and Tilly, tell them this bitch won't let me in and that I'm going to Stigmata, 'cause it's down the road a bit. Problem is, Jean took fifty fucking thousand years to get her narrow ass from the westside to the eastside, then another fucking century to get ready, so we're not even in Hollywood until midnight. I will never understand the people who don't care what time they get to a club. THEY ALL CLOSE AT 2AM HERE. The deals are usually before 11pm or earlier. Why would pay more to be at a club for less time? Even if I had money to burn it doesn't make any sense. So I go down the road to Las Palmas, having not realized that the password is no longer good and they won't let me in without the $10 that I don't have. So I'm fucked. I have to occupy myself for about 100 minutes before they'll be deciding to leave. I wander around the outside of Blue, wondering if it's possible to crash, but I decide against it. I waltz over to Hollywood and Highland for a bit, 'cause I have to piss. Then I call Thea for really no good reason except that I feel like talking to someone. I bitch and vent for a while. I walk over to the Star Wars line, but they all look kind of weird, so I decide against striking up a conversation with them. I call Belinda, whom I haven't spoken to in weeks for no good reason. I don't recall whether I got around to bitching and venting to her, but we talked and that was cool. She says she'll be at the Dungeon the next night and we discuss possibly going with her if I get back in time.

So they finally get out of the club and I explain my misfortune. I'm done being annoyed by this time, though I'm more than willing to play on Jean's guilt to get some dinner out of her after she drops Tilly off. I've gotten hungry running up and down Hollywood Boulevard, after all. So after a jaunt to Venice, it's back to the east side for Denny's. Haven't been to a Denny's in months. Wasn't half-bad. There were kids there in what appeared to be Prom gear. I felt old for a moment and got over it. If I had enough money to go to my Prom, I never would have taken my date to Denny's. Hell, I wouldn't take a date to Denny's now, but I digress.

So after all that, I guess it could have been worse. I still would have liked to've danced a bit, though...




	Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 57277 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2002-05-05 5:26 AM I see a red door and I want to paint it black... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Tired Day started off pretty good. Got up, caught up on email and other internet garbage, listened to my soundtracks, etc. Fielded the call, got my shit together and went of to see Spider Man over at the AMC 14 in Burbank, which they're all tearing up to do something monstrous with, I think. Bonus score in that we also got tickets to see Attack of the Clones at the very same theatre. So Spiderman kicked ass, even though Toby was mostly a bland (I haven't really liked him in anything except Wonder Boys), as was Kirsten Dunst. They're a very uninteresting couple, not very attractive couple (which is sad because Dunst can be a smokin' hot babe with the right gear). The praise really goes to Raimi and Dafoe, two great professionals who did excellent work here. Also got to see a teaser for Ang Lee's Hulk. Neat. Anyway, time passes. Rico calls, suggesting we might hit San Diego in the morning. I tell him I'm down. Supposed to go to Stigmata tonight, but Jean changes the game on me. Says that we're going to instead, which sucks for me 'cause I've already told people that I'm going to Stigmata and will hopefully see them there. Stigmata is also free before 10:30pm with the password. Of course, I didn't really pay attention to the 10:30 bit and that would bite me in the ass later, as you'll see. So we end up at Bang and the motherfucker at the door won't let me in. My ID says I'm 24. I am, in fact, 24. However, my ID is expired and while nobody on the planet (aside from banks) give a shit that my ID is expired, this piece of shit bitch is telling me that my ID isn't valid and so he can't let me into a fucking dance club. As if ANYONE GIVES A MOTHERFUCKING SHIT IF MY ID IS EXPIRED! all I have to be is over eighteen to get into this shithole and this motherfucker is telling me I'm fucked. So I grab Jean and Tilly, tell them this bitch won't let me in and that I'm going to Stigmata, 'cause it's down the road a bit. Problem is, Jean took fifty fucking thousand years to get her narrow ass from the westside to the eastside, then another fucking century to get ready, so we're not even in Hollywood until midnight. I will never understand the people who don't care what time they get to a club. THEY ALL CLOSE AT 2AM HERE. The deals are usually before 11pm or earlier. Why would pay more to be at a club for less time? Even if I had money to burn it doesn't make any sense. So I go down the road to Las Palmas, having not realized that the password is no longer good and they won't let me in without the $10 that I don't have. So I'm fucked. I have to occupy myself for about 100 minutes before they'll be deciding to leave. I wander around the outside of Blue, wondering if it's possible to crash, but I decide against it. I waltz over to Hollywood and Highland for a bit, 'cause I have to piss. Then I call Thea for really no good reason except that I feel like talking to someone. I bitch and vent for a while. I walk over to the Star Wars line, but they all look kind of weird, so I decide against striking up a conversation with them. I call Belinda, whom I haven't spoken to in weeks for no good reason. I don't recall whether I got around to bitching and venting to her, but we talked and that was cool. She says she'll be at the Dungeon the next night and we discuss possibly going with her if I get back in time. So they finally get out of the club and I explain my misfortune. I'm done being annoyed by this time, though I'm more than willing to play on Jean's guilt to get some dinner out of her after she drops Tilly off. I've gotten hungry running up and down Hollywood Boulevard, after all. So after a jaunt to Venice, it's back to the east side for Denny's. Haven't been to a Denny's in months. Wasn't half-bad. There were kids there in what appeared to be Prom gear. I felt old for a moment and got over it. If I had enough money to go to my Prom, I never would have taken my date to Denny's. Hell, I wouldn't take a date to Denny's now, but I digress. So after all that, I guess it could have been worse. I still would have liked to've danced a bit, though... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top