
So, last Friday, I get this email from B-Side, one half of the TVGasm Multinational Celebrity Machine, asking if I’d like to hit DMB on Monday since he had an extra ticket. At first, I thought maybe I’m a little too far gone for Dave anymore. I was into him pretty heavily back in the 90s when I was a teenager and the mere sounds of CRASH could get an insecure little midwest brunette’s panties around her destined to be puffy from too much sausage ankles in no time, but these are different times and I am a different Lou.
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What a night.. What a night. I’ve been trying to find the time to sit down and get what I could about this up for ya’ll, but life has been taking some crazy turns for the Louster lately and my free/blogging time has definitely suffered. But what can you do? Snakes On A Plane, right?
Well, the day began with escaping work early and meeting Rex at the Crack House for some preshow prep work. For me, a bottle of Andre champagne, (I’m a serious BubbleHead), for Rex, some Bud Lights. Laz finally arrived home and we all get ready to get on our way so we can make the most of the parking lot and get good and hammered before jumping into the time capsule of seeing Pearl Jam.
Laz had gone the night before, but because he got so drunk, he missed the second encore. Priceless.
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There will be more to come on this story as Rex, Laz, Bill and I went to see PJ on Monday night.. I’ve just been swamped at work and unable to gather all the photos and videos and write up a decent story. It will be done though.. Until then, I just wanted to drop this pic.. I like the way the people are blurred crossing in front of my attempt to sneak a photo of some girl’s ass. That’s right ladies, not only am I a class act who likes to take secret photos of unsuspecting girls, I also have an eye for the artistic blur of commerce. Later witch’all. I’m outta here til tomorrow or Friday.. -Lou.
This is the establishing shot of the club. Now the reader has a better understanding of the storyteller’s surrroundings.

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Division Day. He played the keyboard with his elbow. I can do that too.

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Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin. They rocked it pretty hard. The guy in the middle wore a Cubs hat and ski goggles so that pretty much sealed the deal on their awesomeness.

This was our bartender Stephanie. She had an amazing body and loved us with our rapid fire drinking and ordering and ultimately tipping.

Here’s one round of our drinks in their natual habitat. Jack and Coke for Laz, Tanqueray Rox for yours truly. We ended up having around 10 or so drinks each and are paying for them dearly today. I’ve been drunk all morning at work and it rocks.

This is a stupid motorcycle cop that pulled up and hit the damn valet sign. I stumbled over and took a drunk picture of his stupid stupidness.*

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Sound Team. They were great. Now when they’re huge next year I have proof that I really did like them before everyone else. And that’s all that really matters, right?

While telling them a story about how everyone thought I was their manager, (he apparently wears the same trendyhipsterfagass glasses I do), somehow Division Day got it in their head that I was important enough to write a note with all their important info on it.
Myspace: A Place For Trends.
*stupid.
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(By The Way… I should mention, next to me was Lazlo, Rex, & S.O. Mac but they don’t have their own Vision so they don’t get their own arrows.)