Overheard at a rock club this weekend - an unnamed but well-known local musician talks on his cell phone:
Musician: You're bringing chicks? Are they pigs? (pause) Answer me! Are they pigs? Because I want to score and hot chicks hate me.
Ah, the things you see and hear when you're out and about on the local rock scene. Speaking of which, don't forget that Scamper is playing this Friday night at the Middle East Upstairs. I believe we're going on a little earlier than usual (I think we play second), so plan accordingly, bitches.
In other news, Baby Jay Ray Michel has apparently entered the ever-popular "Chewing on Brendan's Face" phase of his infancy. Even though last night my face was covered, and I mean covered , with baby drool, I like this stage much better than the ever-popular "Look at Brendan's Ugly Mug for a Second and Then Immediately Cry" funk that he'd been in the last few times I'd seen him.
I've been told that I talk about Keith's baby a lot. Like a lot. Way more than normal when talking about someone else's kid. But what can I say? I'm nuts about the little guy. And it also leads to funny conversations, like the following with Vinny Shit on the Face:
Me: Jason has entered the stage where he goes "bah bah bah bah."
Vinny: (with a serious face) Oh, he'll grow out of that.
Musician: You're bringing chicks? Are they pigs? (pause) Answer me! Are they pigs? Because I want to score and hot chicks hate me.
Ah, the things you see and hear when you're out and about on the local rock scene. Speaking of which, don't forget that Scamper is playing this Friday night at the Middle East Upstairs. I believe we're going on a little earlier than usual (I think we play second), so plan accordingly, bitches.
In other news, Baby Jay Ray Michel has apparently entered the ever-popular "Chewing on Brendan's Face" phase of his infancy. Even though last night my face was covered, and I mean covered , with baby drool, I like this stage much better than the ever-popular "Look at Brendan's Ugly Mug for a Second and Then Immediately Cry" funk that he'd been in the last few times I'd seen him.
I've been told that I talk about Keith's baby a lot. Like a lot. Way more than normal when talking about someone else's kid. But what can I say? I'm nuts about the little guy. And it also leads to funny conversations, like the following with Vinny Shit on the Face:
Me: Jason has entered the stage where he goes "bah bah bah bah."
Vinny: (with a serious face) Oh, he'll grow out of that.
7 Comments:
i talk about him too...but seriously..when there is a kid as cute as that one..how can you not?!?!
plus..he's my boyfriend..i HAVE to talk about him a lot..it's a requirement
I hope that baby bites the face right off your fucking skull....
I know that last one was Joe, but wouldn't it be awesome if I really had an enemy that posted horrible, anonymous things? That would be hilarious.
He was probably just getting back at you for trying to eat him the other day:
http://www.keithandalena.com/images/BrendoEatingJason.jpg
I was hungry. Keith's elaborately-labeled sandwiches were not enough to assuage my rumbling belly.
Sometimes, I eat babies.
Within the next few days, this journal will be the only page returned in a Google search for "elaborately-labeled sandwiches".
This is how we are building our online empire.
do you think that no one hates you, Brendan? you are wrong. you are very wrong.
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