Bitch Please (part 2 of 2)

Where was I? oh yes, Amy, Andrea and I had just departed HOB and all the crazy glory that was the Fratelli's show. (see "if it's not Scottish, it's crap blog part 1 for details) We jumped into a cab to go back to Subterranean to meet with Al and Maris. Their show had let out shortly before hand and they were in the downstairs club having a couple cocktails and waiting for the BritPop DJ night to start. (Al's friend Josh....whom Al and my brother and his boyfriend and I had drunken pancakes with some time back was djing coincidentally...we exchanged hugs, yada yada) I went and asked Maris how the show was and of course it was OOC.

Here's me and Maris and Al (oh.....and sidenote--ALL images in this blogity are stolen from Maris because my camera was in my truck--seeing as I couldn't bring it with me to HOB, bastards...so, thanks Maris, you rock) I'm glowing quite angelically in this picture---SEE, I told you the Fratellis show was a good time.

I see Morgan outside and we have a good laugh over my "verbal assault" via cab on the way to the Fratellis show...and the irony is that HE apologized to ME....god I love those little british boys. Back inside Al reminds me that Does It Offend You, Yeah? is doing a dj set themselves soon--over at Moonshine on Division though, so I need to down my beer so we can skidattle. The cab driver doesn't know where the hell he's going, but then again, apparently neither did we because it was only 3 or 4 blocks, why we didn't just walk I don't know--but whatever, it was only a few bucks.

So we get inside moonshine and they're getting all ready to do their thing and Al and Maris put in their requests with the DIOYY boys, as do I. Al's friend Patrick is there, which is good, because he keeps Al awake and apparently made him forget that he needed to be up just after 5 in the morning the next day, er, that day. We even caught Al breakin out some dance moves...Maris has pictures, but I think I might be flogged by Al if I use those.

Morgan from DIOYY gives me the "quad kiss" (the double double european kiss) and James (the lead singer) later informs me and Maris that this means he "really" likes me. During the first conversation with James (Maris had just introduced us), he also notes, "oh YOU'RE the girl who was yelling at Morgan from a taxi?!?!" (good to know I have a reputation) We had good laughs. We ended up having a good 4 or 5 long convo's with James--and not stalker--we just kept being in the same place at the same time, and please note HE CAME UP TO US several times. (which pretty much made Maris wet herself with excitement) In one of the later conversations he mentioned how he'd been invited on Nevermind the Buzzcocks. (speaking of the Buzzcocks we also talked about how Pete Shelley is just an old queen, dispite being married with children--I had to remind James that Elton John was once married to a woman as well though, so it means little...and we laughed) It's really a great honor and gives him GREAT exposure but he's terrified as traditionally the guests are ripped to shreds in great english comedy fashion and sent away with their tales tucked. Maris and I said that he needn't take it seriously and just needs to have smart ass remarks to whatever they say. James noted that he was worried because he's not quick on the draw with comebacks and will just end up saying, "go on then, just stab me" (which in his adorable accent was pretty much the cutest thing ever)...Maris and I explained that there's one blanket statement that he can use over and over to take the place of a witty comeback, "BITCH, PLEASE" He took to it quite nicely and started practicing it. He even said he was going to give us credit for it, lol. (oh, and James INSISTED that we take these pics several times--and he held the camera too-hello, doll)

After all this was going on, there was a little side show of scary glamazon porn...this beast with a "bad chinatown weave," as Maris so eloquently put it, was literally swallowing this poor emo boy whole. It was a great train wreck though. As gruesome as it was, you just couldn't turn away.

The night HAD to end when this little black boy on crutches walked up and said "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" to me, and we all started laughing at him. I couldn't help it, it was so ghetto sweet and pathetic all at the same time. I had to shoo-shoo crutch, and we got into a cab (once again) to return us to our cars.

By the time I got back to Naper-vile, it was going on 3:30...and Al still needed to drive to Joliet from there. (and bears get CRANKY when they don't get sleep, so I feel for his students the next day).......

as always, there's probably details left out--so intentionally and some forgotten in the haze.

Bitch, Please.