Weekend O' Concerts
Or 'Why I Have More Bruises Than a Trucker's Wife'
Or
The Time I Saw Mudhoney, One Of the Greatest Bands In The Universe
Or
The Time I Found Out BART Doesn't Run Plast 12:30 Even On Weekends and I Had To Walk Through Tenderloin at 1 a.m. to the Trans-Bay Bus Which Later Dropped Me Off in downtown Oakland at an Equally Frightening Hour
Or
The Time I Saw Imperial Teen at Slim's and The Concert Was Considerably More Tame Than The Last Concert I Saw There
Or
The Time I Missed The Last Bart Train Back to the East Bay Again For The Second Night in a Row So I Walked To the Trans-Bay Bus Terminal and Just Missed the 1 a.m. Bus and they Only Come Once An Hour, So I Took a Cab And It Turned Out To Be Not As Expensive As I Thought ($25)
Or
The Time Bob the Cabbie Gave Me a Free CD Of His Band And Told Me That If I Wanted To Jam He Was Looking For a Keyboard Player But I Listened To Bob's CD And I Don't Think I Will Be Calling Him But He's Still a Swell Guy and I Gave Him An Eight-Dollar Tip Because He Gave Me a CD
Or
The Time I Went To Bottom Of The Hill To See Guttermouth and Bought A Long Island Iced Tea For an 18-Year-Old Who Later Bought Me A Drink (My First Drink From a Stranger) and Told Me I Was Cute Though She Was Pretty Drunk
Or
The Time I Grabbed The Guttermouth Singer By Both Shoulders and Shook Him Violently and He Held the Microphone In Front Of Me and Luckily I Knew The Lyrics To The Song That They Happened To Be Playing so I Shouted Unto The Crowd "Mommy You're So Worthless, You're Lazy, You're Stupid, a Little Overweight, Now Give Me Twenty Bucks."
Or
The Time I Went Up To Mark From Guttermouth After The Show To Say They Did a Good Job And He Asked me If I Had Fun, But My Ears Were Ringing so I Shouted "WHAT?" And He Asked Me Again, And Again I Shouted "WHAT?" And Then He Screamed "DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME??" And I Said "Oh, Yeah, Thanks."
Or
The Time I Actually Caught BART Back On Time
Or
The Time I Was So Goddam Sore On Monday I Could Hardly Walk
Or
The Time I Couldn't Think of Any Way to Write About My Weekend Without it Being Really Really Boring So I Figured I May As Well Write About It In a Way That's Really Really Boring But Also Really Really Easy
Ahem.
Had a pretty good weekend. Had to go back to work on Monday though.