5 posts tagged “luke”
I've been away for awhile. I know. Moving took a lot of effort, fighting with parents over subletters was incredibly tiring, and finals drained me so much. All in all, everything turned out how I wanted it, though.
I'm working for the Batavia School District again this summer. I lost my cubicle/office space when they hired the new tech guy, but I did get a raise. It's kind of silly though: I'm in charge of such an insane amount of paperwork and don't have any drawers . I barely have enough desk space to hold a laptop and a stack of papers. Though it's nice, I get to share a cubicle with Laura this year, and she's always a lot of fun.
The really messed up thing is that today, the second to last day of the school year, I was informed I may have been exposed to viral meningitis. A teacher was hospitalized for it yesterday and everything has switched over into damage control. They yanked me off the project I was specifically hired to do to help crisis manage. And considering we need to be all prepped and ready for summer school on Wednesday, this was very bad.
I also found out that my best friend growing up is hella rich. Like hundreds of millions of dollars rich. And her dad is now running for congress. It's very bizarre. Well, not entirely. I knew there was money, and I knew her father was political, I just never realized the degree. I mean, he was a physicist when I saw him on a regular basis. It's so weird. I almost blew up a church (on accident!) with her and her brother once. What strangeness. Though I am happy that she'll be back from Stanford this summer to help campaign, which means I get to see her.
The other fucked up thing today is something I'm not sure I'm at liberty to talk about. It happened to Luke, but it was very upsetting. All I can is that a very fucked up thing happened on Myspace today. Like, extremely fucked up. Fucked up to the point where it could be turned into like a Dateline story, or 20/20. I'll write more about it late if it's okay with him. I'm just dumbfounded.
"Um, your door was on fire. Your sign, I mean. I put it out with a glass of water. I thought you might want to know."
What a fan-fucking-tastic way to start out the very first day of Finals Week. Fuck you.
There was pretty good turn out, even if we did bring a large portion of the crowd. It was just unfortunate that front man Chris was incredibly drunk, which was off putting. Luke was a little bummed out afterward because he felt like the band wasn't doing justice to his songs. And it didn't help that Chris demanded everyone stand up in a very low key sit down venue. Venue faux pas if I've ever seen one.
Which is why a lot of my pictures of the actual set didn't turn out very well. But I did get some great shots of the venue itself and all the weird and neat stuff. I kinda of wish I lived closer to Bushwick in general so I could hang out there more. It's really neat, though the musical talent that usually performs is not exactly Bowery material. It was neat and interesting, but no record deals were earned, if you know what I mean.
Around the Clock afterward was nice, though we had to ditch Chris' entourage. He's a bit of an egomaniac sometimes. I still love him to death as a friend, but sometimes he just needs to chill out and learn the time and the place for his egoism. Which certainly shouldn't be drunkenly screaming another man's lyrics.
It's colder than Paul Newman's vagina out there.
Indeed, that is how the show started...with David Wain declaring just how cold it was last night. It was, in fact, colder than Paul Newman's vagina. But that's beyond the point.
I thought Michael Ian Black's set was much better than Michael Showalter's, but so many assholes left right after Mikey Sho. Lame. The highlight of Showalter's bit was when he admitted to liking Creed and dancing around to "Arms Wide Open." I'll admit that was pretty funny, and while I laughing all throughout his set, I much preferred Michael Ian.
Michael Ian gave us such nuggets as "Your asshole is gravy mittens!" and "Now stop me if I'm wrong here, but NO YOU FUCKING DICKWAD!" to another NYU student. Good. This fucker was trying to argue that English was a romance language. I go to school with a lot of stupid people.
Luke and I had a good time, followed by ziti pizza.
PS, Paul Rudd invaded and performed a song from Les Miserables in the middle with David Wain. It was pretty sweet.
