Monday, February 09, 2009

One of these things is not like the other…

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crazy instrument groupies ::  the warehouse, hartford, ct :: february 7, 2009

Oh. My. 

Where to start?

I drove to CT early on Saturday to get some massive quality time with my little brother before heading into Hartford to watch Instrument play at the Warehouse.  Ever since we met in college, Jeff has definitely been family.  I don’t get to see him much - being grown ups will do that - so it’s all the more special when I get alone time with him.  (Spouses definitely change the dynamic whether you want them to or not…)  There was a deep conversation about stuff I wish he didn’t have to know about / deal with and I helped him set up QuickBooks (again) for his wife’s little business.

When we got to the Warehouse, we were joined by fellow UCMB’ers Brenda, Cathy, Michele, Vizma and Boski. (I still can’t believe Broken Boski still came out to play!  And managed to polka/waltz !)  The night’s activities are still spinning around in my head, but here’s the highlight reel:

I get to go backstage!!!! (Plus, when I was escorted back there, we SKIPPED! w00t for Jonah!)

OMG! I love the haircut!  Too cute.

Take my picture, but I don’t want it to look like I’m posing or anything.

Holy crap, the amount of ass smacking was amazing.  Swollen hands, bruises and tingly tushes all around.

And the licking!  I think everybody got licked at least one.  Some more often than others.  (Damn make-up wearers! BLECH!)

We’re going to Dallas!

Vizma!    Vizma! Vizma!    Vizma!

Apparently, at some point, there was a turf war over me.  I know, I don’t get it either.  (“He says that he brought you, but you’re MINE!  You were my friend first!  I mean, it’s cool that you’re friends with the band and all, but I knew you first.” *pout*)

Um, harmonization between Ben & Derek aroused Jeff.  (And no, Jeff and I do not want to sleep with the same band member. *ahem*)  There was also a joke about a tattoo, but I don’t remember the punch line.

Reminding everyone to please confirm their Vizma…

Ladies, the ball cap/Chuck Taylors/neck tie/button down shirt combo gets you all kinds of attention.  I might actually try looking like a girl for the next show…

Brenda drew the “s” in, but Michele made it thick.

Hooker! Penis! Vizma!

That group that you’re a part of - what’s it called? No, not the band! Heh.  You said “unit.”

Take your sister to the corner and… (Yeah, yeah, short and sweet.)

The Tiger is six days before my birthday.  No, after.  Oh, shit.  Drink!

Um.  Wow.  That was kind of obvious… (but VERY appreciated!)

I’m going to have a girl on each side!  No, I’m going to have all three girls.  See you later!  //  You should sleep over at my place instead of his.

I have a king sized bed.  Plenty of room for the four of us.

PONY!

Dude, it vibrates!

I woke up with the pony and a pack of gum.

Pancakes on fire! / Hot butter burns! / NO! DON’T PUT IT THERE!

How many jokes can you make about a guy and his pussy?

We delivery!

See, everything we say comes back to tv / the internet / facebook…

 

Posted by Matty on 02/09 at 12:18 AM
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