Saturday, June 28, 2008

Not tonight- honey I am on fire

Well, last night sure was interesting to say the least. It started with my trip to Prospect Park to see the Cold War Kids perform for free. There, I met up with my sister and some of her friends.
Needless to say, I didn't have enough Brooklyns in me to make the Cold War Kids all that enjoyable. I mean, my sister yells at me for my taste in music, but this band sounded excessively mediocre.
After the show, they split on their bikes. Speaking of which, what the hell is up with the bike fetish nowadays? My sister and her friends spent way too much time looking and admiring other people's bikes, like some sort of bike porn.
Anyway, I ended up at the Brooklyn Burger Bar, my former place of employment, and ended up having some drinks and chatting up the new staff. I felt bad though- some random guy that started talking to me stiffed the bartender on like a 40 dollar bill. Not fucking cool. Me? I tipped one dollar on every drink I bought and two dollars on the first. So of course the tender complains to me about it...whatever-she was pretty cute.
And then I stumbled home.

On a separate note, the title of this post comes from one of the new Gaslight Anthem tracks of which I've managed to sneak a listen. Holy shit is this album going to be great. Here's a video of the title track from out West:

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