LAist: CMJ Day Three

bvllets

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 17:32:11 -0800

Here is the deal. The show was truly amazing. They covered pump up the jam which blew the damn roof off. This was really an unforgettable show. One of the best club shows i've ever been to if not the best. Anyways, let's go back in time a bit. I left this girl I was talking to so I could get to the stage. Didn't get no phone number or anything. I suck. She was cute and I can only hope she remembered email address as I forced my way into the crowd. (Vicki, if you're out there, drop me a line) I get to about 7 feet from the actual stage and I have to stop because there is someone sitting on the floor. This is hipster central and I have no idea if it was a guy or a girl. You be the judge. The Culprit I pay no mind as I try to make my way to the stage. I turn around and the androgenous wonder aka the culprit is missing in action. Awesome, right? Sorta. I plunder deeper only to slide around in an unknown substance. I sorta try to ignore it but it's getting really slippery down there. What is it? Oh it's some puke. Barf You know what I did? I ponied (pun indended) up stood in the puke with my brand new $300 shoes and danced my ass off. This show was that good - and I love those shoes. The best part is you gave me an opportunity like this to totally expose the culprit and their also exposed dinner. Was it marsala or a slice of mushroom pizza? I'm open to suggestions. If anyone actually knows who this is, please contact me so I can give them a bill for cleaning my shoes. I'm also going to need a few extra bucks for the cleaner for having to scrape a bunch of crusty barf off them. I wish I had a picture of those. You are lucky culprit. Real lucky. I would have kicked your head clean over the Williamsburg bridge if I had known your hipster ass was going to puke in front of the stage. A+++++++ Amazing show.

bvllets

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:28:49 -0800

Here is the deal. The show was fucking amazing. They covered pump up the jam and gave me a boner. This was really an unforgettable show. One of the best club shows i've ever been to if not the best. Anyways, let's go back in time a bit. I left this girl I was talking to so I could get to the stage. Didn't get no phone number or anything. I suck. She was cute and I can only hope she remembered email address as I forced my way into the crowd. (Vicki, if you're out there, drop me a line) I get to about 7 feet from the actual stage and I have to stop because there is someone sitting on the floor. This is hipster central and I have no idea if it was a guy or a girl. You be the judge. The Culprit I pay no mind as I try to make my way to the stage. I turn around and the androgenous wonder aka the culprit is missing in action. Fucking awesome, right? Sorta. I plunder deeper only to slide around in an unknown substance. I sorta try to ignore it but it's getting really slippery down there. What the fuck is it? Oh it's some puke. Barf You know what I did? I ponied (pun indended) up stood in the puke with my brand new $300 shoes and danced my ass off. This show was that good - and I love those fucking shoes. The best part is you gave me an opportunity like this to totally expose the culprit and their also exposed dinner. Was it marsala or a slice of mushroom pizza? I'm open to suggestions. If anyone actually knows who this is, please contact me so I can give them a bill for cleaning my shoes. I'm also going to need a few extra bucks for the cleaner for having to scrape a bunch of crusty barf off them. I wish I had a picture of those. You are lucky culprit. Real lucky. I would have kicked your head clean over the Williamsburg bridge if I had known your hipster ass was going to puke in front of the stage. A+++++++ Amazing show.

bvllets

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:28:35 -0800