I actually checked The Coast this week to see if someone had bitched about me because I acted like a dick last Friday the 26th at the Seahorse. You asked me to move in the most polite way so you could see and I immediately took it the wrong way and then carried on with my asshole antics while you tried to explain that you only needed me to move an inch or so. So to the girl behind me who was wearing a toque standing with her bald friend who was wearing glasses at the the In Flight Safety/Rich Aucoin show…I am sorry. It just wasn’t my night and that’s not your fault. So I’m sending you some love the only way I know how…anonymously through a local indie newspaper. May you see clearly at every show for the rest of your days. —Huge Head Guy
This article appears in Mar 4-10, 2010.
Funny, I was eating at the Economy Sweatshop that night and heard the show below (Remember what we’ve been, give in… don’t know what he’s trying to say but it’s still a bit catchy), was going to check it out, but figured it would be too expensive… and that there would be some angry guy with a huge head who would block my view.
Ohh, and isn’t this technically a PSST? Lucky we don’t have Andy “PSST-Nazi” Murdoch here anymore! I actually completely randomly met with my secret admirer a few weeks ago, nothing happened though, and then she wrote another PSST apologizing, haha. If you’re reading this, 1970s waitress girl (sorry I forget your name), I also wasn’t trying to hook up with you (honest!), bought you a beer honest to God just to be a nice guy, and there’s no need to apologize. Hope you enjoyed dancing, I know I did.
aww man, I want a psst!!
LOL
PSST, falling angel: I love you.
I must say, I was honestly surprised when I got my PSST, and even more so when I actually met her a few weeks later. What are the odds? Small city I guess.
And, may I repeat: believe me or not, no, I wasn’t trying to hook up with her, I swear! Yes, me, not trying to hook up with a sexy lady. Though it may have been nice, I honestly did just appreciate the gesture and was quite flattered at being considered a “beautiful boy” along with my buddy. No one has ever thought I was beautiful before! Maybe hang out at Tom’s Little Havana and the Khyber Club more often, FA, though they’re both full of hipsters… shudder…