let's smoke this joint
until we sound like Pink Floyd....
Very good show by the Elvises tonight. It was looking a little sketch at first (their PA was DOA) and the show wasn't really packed, but they went on (once a new PA system arrived) and the crowd started to fill in nicely. Their music was solid and they put on a great live show. Nice Siberian surf rock. Very cool. We even got to talk to the band a bit because we were there early (and in this town no one gets anywhere early ;). For a while there it felt like I was getting a private concert because the Elvises were on stage warming up and running through random songs while waiting for the PA (they did Love Pipe, Tequila, La Bamba, maybe 4 others that I'm forgetting at the moment).
After the show we hit VI for food and conversation. We had to wait a bit to be seated because the opera had just let out. Talk about feeling under-dressed. VI was cool as usual except for the old geezer who didn't understand basic men's room etiquette (it's called a line, you wait in it, I don't care how badly you have to go there are no cuts).
Some random amusing bits of conversation:
Me: You know, I need a hookah for the house... maybe a trip to the Headstand is in order.
Dave: Well whatever you do, don't ask them for a bong. They don't like that, it's a smoking accessory.
Me: Dude, a bong is not a "smoking accessory". Calling a bong a smoking accessory is like calling a car a "transportation accessory"
Me: Yeah, I'd like the cheeseburger
Cute Waitress: How would you like that cooked?
Cute Waitress: Medium Well?
Me: *exchanges puzzled looks with Dave* uhh... noooo... rare.
Cute Waitress: Well done?
Me: Uhhh.... no.
Cute Waitress: Well let me see if they can do that.
I think there were others but I'm about to fall asleep at the keyboard. Definitely time for bed.