last night i headed to "rockaoke" night at the mag:net cafe / bar with miguel, whose relationship with me i won't disclose because you won't believe me anyway. & yes, totally town-ing it up on a monday night, i know!

the venue housed a small stage & an enthusiastic crowd & friendly bar help. was wonderful to see everyone not taking themselves very seriously. i picked "don't dream its over" from the lineup & screamed it with the charm of hungry lions.





quark henares, film-director extraordinaire (in white, pictured below), graced the venue during the later part of the evening, & he was just naturally amusing & i wanted to tell him that he was fascinating like fairies, but then some kind of inherent circumcision & castration happened & i lost the balls to tell him so. turns out he is also my uncle paul's friend. #W%^TG*&U (cue vague memories of dad telling me the name 'quark henares'...)




miguel urinated approximately nine times that night, & i, once. however, my sole visit to the restroom was probably lengthier than the total of his because i did the scenester thing & took some obligatory bathroom pictures. trippy picture below was really hanging atop the dunny; i shit you not:




aaaaaand.
with the resident band "oven toaster" kicking up the program with a rendition of "can't take my eyes off you", they already won my appeal. my teenage hormones also dictated that i was in lust with the guitarist / frontman, & as such, creepy lurker photos came into fruition...





& i went full-circle with my fangirling & harassed the band for a picture with them.
babyporridge + oven toaster for the win!
edible items + appliances = IT'S MEANT TO BE, BETCH!



love,
NIKKI

Posted in: on Tuesday, June 17, 2008 at at 3:49 PM