Last Night:

Part 1: Arrived at the Tower instore for Raconteurs. It was the first time I had to stand in line for anything in a long time. I had the pleasure of standing next to someone who was a marketer's dream. Most of his conversations included things like, "Did you know the Vegan has his own show now on Sirius Satelite?" and "I read on their messageboard that the show was awesome." He was clearly the "in the know" one in his group of friends, but was basically taking pleasure in regurgitating everything he has ever read on a blog. Blahg.

Part 2: The Raconteurs show was not unfettered with technical difficulties. In fact it was fettered up the wazoo with technical difficulties. However, once everything got worked out (and I have to say they were more graceful and polite than any band I've seen about the sound issues) they sounded pretty dern good and played for about 45 mins total. Much more than I expected. Unfortunately they played my favorite song, "Together" during the peak of technical horribleness, which was certainly a bummer. I do love me some Brendan Benson and Jack White though. Highlight: Many fourteen year old girls playing air guitar in the back. Too cute.

Part 3: Exit the show and run into some douche bag I dated for a week before he went abroad on the street who accuses me of using him as bait to get my now ex-boyfriend. Um, what!??? YOU LEFT DUDE. He then asked me for his keys back, I was like, silly me for not having them on me 5 months later. I had emailed him about said keys (which no normal individual would have given a girl he knew for only a week in the first place) but he clearly missed that part of the email and only remembers the "I'm dating another dude" aspect to it and not the practical matter of his keys and favorite t-shirt being returned. After starting some shit with me involving another person and telling me about his surgery in foreign lands and being rude and psychotic about various things, he still asked if he could call me because he was, after all, going to be here for another week b4 returning to foreign lands for the Summer again. Are u kidding me?! Yes douchebag, I would love to bang u for a week after you have shown me how truly psychotic you are before you leave again for several months. Call me, wink;)

Part 4: I arrived at CBGBs for the tattoo art show that Pants put on. Chuck's work was excellent and there were about five other pieces I would have loved to own as well. Overall a pretty cool event, though I felt quite naked with a mere five tattoos none of which are sleeved. There was one dude who Chuck claimed was an AMAZING tattoo artist named Burt Crack, not Burnt Crack. There was also a dude who apparently works at Fun City whose entire body, entirely, is blue. He also has some gold fronts. He was the first thing I saw when I came in and it was quite startling. Highlight: Seeing my beloved Kat for the first time since her return from Spain. She, oddly enough, has discovered eating raw food as well completely independently of me. Isn't that Nuts?! Anyway, I miss her and it's rad to have her back.

This weekend = lay low and avoid all confontation with douche bags. Seriously. I'm so over it.