texan and proud.

Nov. 20th, 2004 | 10:55 am
mood: apatheticapathetic
last night wasn't so pretty.

headed over to sanctuary to pick up kevin from 7 shot screamers. we then scooped up lori and headed to bar america to kill some time before the club opened. good conversation with damn good music.

headed back to club and got to spend time with the rest o' the boys. their show was good as usual. fat bottomed girls was the request of the night. i love the way they cover it. :)

vanessa and eva were in attendance. yaaaaaay.

walked out of the river city rebels show. fuck that band. no seriously, fuck that band. the singer made some remark about how they went to a border's book store here in san antonio and was shocked to see they had an actual reading section and that us texans knew how to read. then he made a couple of derogatory comments about texas women. that band can go suck a big fat dick and choke on it. i lost all respect for them......

mike, kevin, and chris all talked to me at seperate times and didn't want me to take it so seriously. i wasn't upset at them of course. i just wasn't in my normal happy-go-lucky self anymore.

i am very proud of being a texan. i really don't appreciate some fucking band stereotyping all us texans just because bush is from here. what a fucking waste of a real good band.

ended up leaving the venue. i had to leave cause as soon as they got off stage you know me. i would have cracked a couple of lone stars on someones head. told the screamer boys bye. told them to call me if they still needed a place to crash. (god bless matt shaw's heart for taking them in..) most of the guys seemed to understand and were cool with me leaving. mike seemed a bit angry about the whole thing. ( as in typical female going overboard)...

and that was my night.

quite the disappointment

tonight = the faint in austin with la la loritata.