just ignore me when i post sarcastic rantings. sarcasm is my favorite friend and i use it when i am angry, sad, hungry, sleepy, or horny. apparently, it is the lowest form of wit.
wah-wah.
anyhoo, keeping with my love for being informed and up to date on cool things that aren’t clothes, make-up, lesbian drama, or, well, my neverending pit of self-loathing:
last night emily and i went to go see el perro del mar at hotel cafe in hollywood. three great things happened.
1) we got to hang out for once, and alone at that.
2) we tried absolut pear and it was amazing! we had it with just plain soda water and it was a perfect, subtle hint of pear. new fav drink alert! i better get my gagging finger ready. gotta make room for more drinks.
3) el perro del mar played an encore, and i was really nervous because i had to do something…. something i’m not proud of and i don’t normally do. the ever-unpopular request shout out. i HAD TO! she played all my favs (pretty much the whole album) except my absolute favorite song. so when she reached the stage, some guy was all “play ‘i can’t talk about it’!!!” and i was all “COMING DOWN THE HILL!” and then she did. she played it! i was so happy! i think she did it just for me. emily does not.
here’s footage of her playing it NOT from last night. enjoy.
Sarcasm isn’t the lowest form of humor, name-calling is. Also I love vodka, in any form.