dont remind me

2009-05-24 10:31 a.m.

I want to be forgotten and I don't want to be reminded.

I haven't forgotten to blog; I've just been putting it off in an effort to forget the terrible events of Wednesday night. It's been a full week, but nothing can obscure that one night.

Tuesday was a glorious reunion with Christina and return to Detroit Bar at long last. We were giddy but surreptitious fangirls for the opening band, Telekinesis. Telekinesis! is essentially one guy, that sweet dork sitting in the corner of every room that you don't pay attention to until he's in a band. Michael Benjamin Lerner (whattamouthful!) is a one-man pop sensation, but obviously he can't play everything on tour, so he's the first lead I've ever seen on drums. First drummer I've ever been attracted to, in fact. As I said to Christina, "I want him to be my asexual boyfriend." I would love waking up to his laugh on a Sunday morning, after doing nothing the night before. We'd just sit in bed with brekkers and newspapers and books, side by side without holding hands or cuddling.

Romantic, innit? Certainly adorable, I think.

Have a listen if you haven't yet.

TK! played most of our favorite songs ("Tokyo", "Coast of Carolina" and "Calling All Doctors") except for "Awkward Kisser", a fact I was sure to mention when we quite literally cornered MBL later that night. We saw him wandering around the bar alone for an hour before we finally went up to talk to him. Christina was happy that it was during one of Margot and the Nuclear So So's quieter songs, but I wasn't. It was "Skeleton Key", one of only two songs I wanted to see. Luckily, our "conversation" with MBL was really gratifying.

I say "conversation" because it wasn't really a pleasant chitchat, but more like a light verbal attack. The pattern of the fifteen minutes was as follows:

MBL: something innocent
Me: something unnecessarily mean
Christina: something to desperately save the situation

Repeat three or four times. I "yelled" at him for liking Costa Mesa, disagreed about Seattle rain and accused him of calling us strange. His shocked expression was magnified by massive glasses and his cute, round face crumpled in as much despair as a stranger could cause. Despite my being relentlessly unpleasant, MBL remained nice throughout, introduced himself formally/asked for our names, and thanked us for coming. Given ten more minutes, it could have gone two ways:

1. I would have made him cry
2. He would have started to understand my humor and ended up at Denny's with us, the best of friends as could be made in the span of thirty minutes.

Forgot to mention that we were rudely interrupted by Mr. Monotone trying to say goodbye when we obviously weren't interested in him but obviously interested in MBL. Mr. Monotone was someone we were unfortunate enough to meet outside between sets. As his name indicates, his voice and conversation topics were flat. It was confusing because he didn't seem to be flirting, and yet kept coming back to talk to us. He never had anything new or better to say each time, and yet! Persistence! Good God, man.

Christina and I talked about how Tuesday was a great lite event to sort of pregame the next night. We both had been looking forward to the Walkmen and the Morning Benders show at the El Rey Theatre for almost two months. It ended up being $30 for me to almost die but live to face the excruciatingly humiliating consequences. Why so horrible?

1. Ryan shouted "We love you Timothy Rabbit!" which did not go unnoticed by the namesake.
2. I strode up to Julian and said "I'm sorry I'm really drunk and sloppy right now" but didn't apologize for throwing my arms around him in the most awkward hug in the world.
3. I missed the entire Walkmen set because I was stuck in the bathroom.
4. I would have been unconscious if not for the constant need to throw up.
5. I had to be carried out by Ryan, Christine, and a kind security guard who most definitely saw when...
6. My boob fell out.
7. Other witnesses to my meltdown included Chris Chu, Little Chu, dozens of people in the lobby, possibly Tim and Julian, and definitely Joe - who smirked at me passed out in the car, like the dickbag that he is.

This is how drunk I was. Open affection? From me? Unheard of!

I thought my dignity had hit rock bottom last Saturday at the Colburn's house, but karma evidently had more in store for me. I really want to go bury my head in the sand and never see the Benderz again. Bet I'm kindly not welcome at the El Rey Theatre anymore.

The first half of Friday didn't help matters/my mood. I bombed a vietnamese placement test in the worst way possible. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I was only confident about maybe five answers. My head actually throbbed with pain, reading the questions.

After I was done, Ryan, Christine and Lauren picked me up to go to Disneyland. Of course I'm part of the misanthropic one percent of the world that doesn't think it's the happiest place on earth. I went because it was with best friends and for free. Fortunately, we had a lot of fun. As Lauren said, "Cat had fun despite herself!"

It was her birthday pool party the next day/yesterday. They kept it small and pleasant. We had a barbecue and some drinks by the poolside. Obviously I wasn't ready to drink heavily only three days after Hell Night 2k9 - probably won't be until almost a month more.

No more partying too heartily, for sure. I have two term papers due soon anyways - that I should be working on right now in fact.

Jimmy say relax.

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