illin' with hell's angels, s'all about the leather, baby

post-potato illness, i've finally a moment to share this mess in my head.

ok, so we got there at 930am and tailgated a little 'cause we felt sorta outta place, but i got bored of watching everyone else drink themselves silly (i just can't drink before noon) and suggested we head in and check out the scene.

egads. leather fringe, chaps, tattoos, men with long, grey, braided hair, macho men and even more masculine women, cowboy boots and mullets as far as the eye could see, exhaust fumes, burning rubber from the burn out box, the bikes were pretty, but fuck, the people were NOT.

we sat in the beer garden for a while, until it filled with row after row of beer-gutted fat men in leather vests and jackets, stuffed behind the orange fence like sardines. we headed behind the stage, a safe-haven for somewhat like-minded folk.

the first couple bands bit assholes, but the misconducts (who's drummer can be found at my side more often than not) rocked immensely. the set was cut short for damn the diva (who still hadn't played two hours later after a series of rock star hissy fits - apparently they're unaware of their almost 100% suck level), so we went to the vip lounge which was more of a sardine can than the beer garden, and drank ourselves into a state that called for nothing less than dinner at the elephant and castle.

elvis costello, crack boy and boobzilla should get some sort of honorable mention, for giving squish and i the guffaws. she'll probably fill you in with greater detail. and perhaps mention her new love interest in the bad religion shirt.

my first show and shine. a nauseating mess of coors light kegs, breast implants, 3 inch cuffs on straight leg levis, eagle tattoos and revolting musicians demanding to be paid for an event that was raising money for the children's hospital. i really did enjoy myself tremendously though, and the misconducts, from boise or not, were totally oss.

Currently listening: The Cloud Room By The Cloud Room

posted by Courtney at 2:30 p.m.

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