San Francisco definitely has a leg-up on NYC when it comes to the non-ironic appreciation of metal. There are waaaaay too many people in NYC that wear 80s metal shirts because they think it's funny or kitschy - but in SF you would only wear a Slayer shirt if you thought that Slayer FUCKING RULZ (which they do).
Towards the end of the night, Amy got all hardcore and declared that she was going to finish the bottle of Stoli that was on the table. Hey look, you're almost at the, er, bottom.
Oh, so I forgot to mention. On the walk over to Sarah's, I ran into my friend Emily on the street who pointed out David Lee Roth's new two-storey apartment to me. I won't give away his exact address, but suffice it to say, one of the floors has a prominent balcony that overlooks a heavily foot-trafficked area of the Lower East Side). Anyway, she told me that according to rumor, DLR was having a huge Fourth of July party on his balcony. When I relayed this info to Grant and the Fatty, we all decided that we had no choice: we had to round up a group and attempt to crash it.
Later that night at Lit, I ran into Lola who proudly displayed the marks from a fist fight she'd gotten in with another girl earlier on in the day at one of her kickball league's (yes, I"m serious) games. She then went on to bust out a camcorder and replay the fight (which one of her friends had managed to capture) in it's entirety.
On Monday I went to karaoke at Crash Mansion (that name still makes me shudder every time I say it. Ugh, so bad) and ran into Jay Madrick! Jay was the drummer in Wellspring, which you may remember as the short-lived band that we were in with Josh Teixeira back in college!
While Grant kept it real and opted to marvel at the "special edition" fluorescent pink, snakeskin-patterned BC Rich Warlock. fluorescent pink snakeskin??? What kind of asshole would want that?
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