Garbage 09.24.98 UC Davis, Freeborn Hall
09.30.98
12:08PM
Always so much more intense listening to a show mutherfucking shit faced and in an altered state...
Abee's was actually kinda cool this time 'round...Bartender
was Paul, ex-Marine "It's not so tough...you don't even have to worry about
shitting. They tell you when to do that..." who served me first a Bacardi
(rum) and Coke (double) for $8.60 (=$1.40 tip) [which had almost *NO* coke
since the double rum's filled the glass and he loaded the booze on unlike
the other bartender when I was there last]...then "what kinda tequila drinks
you got...i'm getting sick of the ones I know, TQ sour (not that they have
lemon juice at Abee's as I've learnd...), TQ sunrise, TQ straight...so
he gave me the "applebee's drink guide" and I chose one...Paire Dog= couple
shot TQ in a 1/4 ouce glass on rocks +2 drops tabasco sauce...he poured
my requested Jose 1800 and set the tabasco sauce on the counter..."I'll
let you be in charge of that..." he told me...so I set down at least 12-18
drops sauce...a leetle feeling burnt in a my lips I say... Had two P dogs...Paul
asked after the first one how far I had to drive, he said "that's what
I like to hear" when I told him I lived just up the street and was walking
home...
pet the cat a bit
12:15PM
being "altered" is quite nice right now
"tell me what you want what you really really want"...I
just noticed that Spice Girls satire there in "Stupid Girl" I like it a
ton...
(Like I wrote, concerts messed up are fun for audience,
bad for tapers!)
Paul stopped outside for a cigareeeeete break almost
just as I got there so Cheryl (a waitress) watched the bar for a few minutes...so
we chatted a brief bit, barfly to waitress turned bar watcher (she read
recipes on bottles, took a couple glasses to wash, etc)...kinda cute. By
the point I thought she was cute I knew I was getting drunk, cuz any girl
is cute when yer drunk, but at that point, to decide the drunkeness, I
started wondering is she was attached to anyone and started angling towards
a possible phone number...at which point I knew I wanted Paul to get back
so I could get another drink, something TQ but different I've had...
MEEster David emailed me today to say he was sorry hadn't mailed the DAT's yet, but tol' 'im iz cool...he's starting up a publing firm, underground pretty much and tole me 'bout it in Reno (see those entries maybe for the blip i wrote earlier, maybe not means look through them all dang nabbit grammer problems been bugging me lately for newcomers see mispelled figger no good...but it's a journal my journal relects my personaity too, good thougth in a way...sometimes wonder if sarah or chuck or sarah read very often, if they care, now that I haven't had time to read theirs, is their some kind of conspiracy of hierarchy about reading journals...hypertext is the future of displaying textual and imagine asedd...even vocal images...which is why I sport those audio files on the homepage to try to employ the internet to it's extent...I actually listed the "new site" (change from "The Eolian Harp" to "My Earthy Shell" several months ago and never did this, in a way to avoid readers but keep the truly faithfull...not much on publicity of the journal...) ON A FEW SEARCH ENGINES IN A VAIN ATTEMP AT INCREASING READERSHIP. (in caps due to embarrassing admittance of weakness in the face of professed ideals on the subject)
Finished my second prarie dog, sat a second, stood up and said, "I'm...I'm out for the night" and left. Walking out, guy hugging his cute brunette friend by their car next to mine..guy says, hey man how you doing (as I walk by into the lot and to my car to grab a roll of some crap leaf I had left) and I said "I'm drunk"...he countered with something about how far you got to go or you need a ride (or somethig nto drunk to tell for sure ) but again about walking and he said he'd watch my car for about fifteen minutes..."it's OK no-one would want to steel this 'crap-heap'"... got the lighter after almost forgetting it (and dropping one of those leafs so now I'm out :( ) and walked home to see and kidnap the cat in the room and write this which won't be uploaded for days at best (12:33AM)
HAHAHAHAHAHAahahahahahah
I have just hit "Only Happy when it rains" during the
Garbage Set...a lot of people say the rains in Humboldt make you depressed
and that's a terrible drawback (a bunch of people who haven't (for the
most part although a few standouts exist) ever lived through a Humoldt
year...) to living up there...and I used to scoff saying I love the rain...but
perhaps they're all just right and that's a reason for all my trauma like
emotional strife and shit since I started living there...I mean, just because
that was the first place I ever lived on my own, it shouldn't neccessarily
coincide with the onset of manic depression (if that's what I am...) just
beacause of the fuckin' rain...I like to think that I love the rain, not
that I love the depression...
Nice buzzed feeling..."Thank you for making a funny sort
of oddball band a very happy little oddball band" Shirley Manson of Garbage...
Kinda hungry should eat starch soaking up booze food
before sleep but acne pill hopefully that has done enough to pass me through
line up inspec. needs 1 full hour at least to go through stomach cuz food
soaky it all up and waste it through digestive system...