how was the turnout? i went to the macpodz which was pretty much a dooze, but the show was decent. the Spot Underground(formerly known as the Call) is totally pimp now, we def need to get the Breakfast to play there. Kung Fu will be there on the 7th, but its 2 days after my surgery, so i\'ll probably still be hospitalized.
Oh, it was a pack\'d house.
Here\'s the story of how I almost got kicked out for dancing with too much enthusiasm:
So, Otis Grove is playing, and I\'m getting warmed up. If you know me, I usually don\'t screw around at shows. Easy to find, front row. Next to some pretty girls.
Whatever, so set break, I\'m downstairs chillin.
Kung Fu goes on. Alright, I figure, now it\'s time to turn it up a notch. And Kung Fu is bringing the heat, so I start dancing like an antelope. Know what I mean, I drove 2+ hours, brought out a couple kads, so I\'m there to have some fun and burn some calories.
For the record, I did have a few shots of vodka prior the entering the bar, but I was pretty much straight as an arrow. Relatively. I mean, I had no problem standing up straight and looking people straight in the eye, if that\'s how you figure it.
So all of a sudden, I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder. I brush it off, whatever.
I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder again. I look, it\'s some big black dude. He\'s trying to get my attention. Okay. Well, I\'m actually dancing right now, so I\'ll get back to ya later?
This time he\'s kinda pulling on my shirt. Whatcha what, brah? He\'s like, come with me. I hold my hands up, like, I\'m all set with that, thanks. Return to dancing like an antelope. Unaware, at this point, that I had violated some societal standards or anything.
Then there\'s like 3 dudes. The original big black dude, he\'s like, no, really, you need to come with me. I\'m like whatever let\'s get this over with.
He asks me, whatchu drinkin? I have a vodka tonic in my hand, which would total my about 4th shot in about 3 hours time span. If you know me, I\'m a tank for substance, and this hasn\'t phased me in the slightest. So I go with the dude, and he\'s like ushering me out the front entrance.
We get to the front door, and he\'s pulling me out, so I stick my foot in the door. "Hold on, bro. I don\'t think you understand. I\'m not drunk at all, and I\'m certainly not leaving this club right now."
Dude looks me in the face, and says, "You\'re drunk."
"No, I\'m actually not. But I do love to dance."
Dude looks me in the eyes, can see I\'m actually pretty sober and tryin\' to have a good time. So I just walk back into the bar.
Two other guys come up to me and usher me up to some kind of seating area up to the side. Up there, the big black dude comes up and chills. And there\'s two fine ladies dancing up there. So I tell these two girls, "Yo, I just almost got bounced for dancing like an antelope!"
Girl #2 says, "More like a fox." :lol:
So I start dancing with these two girls, while lookin this guy in the face, and finally he starts lauging, so I pat him on the back and head back up to the front.
Up there the other 2 dudes grab hold of me and ask me to talk to them in the back.
So I walk back there, like, what\'s the fuckin\' deal, kad?
"We got complaint that you brushed up against somebody while you were dancin\', we thought you were drunk. The manager wanted to kick you out but we didn\'t want to. So you just gotta settle down for a bit."
I\'m like, okay guys, I\'ll chill out for a minute. So they let me go back up front. After like 5 minutes the whole place was raging so hard that they couldn\'t tell me apart from anyone else in the whole fuckin house. So I resumed my antelope-style dance moves and it was game on from there.
By the end of the night I was chattin with all these bouncers and they were cool ass dudes and it was sort of a halarious situation all in all.
;)
Quote from: bdfreetuna;267202Oh, it was a pack\'d house.
Here\'s the story of how I almost got kicked out for dancing with too much enthusiasm:
So, Otis Grove is playing, and I\'m getting warmed up. If you know me, I usually don\'t screw around at shows. Easy to find, front row. Next to some pretty girls.
Whatever, so set break, I\'m downstairs chillin.
Kung Fu goes on. Alright, I figure, now it\'s time to turn it up a notch. And Kung Fu is bringing the heat, so I start dancing like an antelope. Know what I mean, I drove 2+ hours, brought out a couple kads, so I\'m there to have some fun and burn some calories.
For the record, I did have a few shots of vodka prior the entering the bar, but I was pretty much straight as an arrow. Relatively. I mean, I had no problem standing up straight and looking people straight in the eye, if that\'s how you figure it.
So all of a sudden, I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder. I brush it off, whatever.
I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder again. I look, it\'s some big black dude. He\'s trying to get my attention. Okay. Well, I\'m actually dancing right now, so I\'ll get back to ya later?
This time he\'s kinda pulling on my shirt. Whatcha what, brah? He\'s like, come with me. I hold my hands up, like, I\'m all set with that, thanks. Return to dancing like an antelope. Unaware, at this point, that I had violated some societal standards or anything.
Then there\'s like 3 dudes. The original big black dude, he\'s like, no, really, you need to come with me. I\'m like whatever let\'s get this over with.
He asks me, whatchu drinkin? I have a vodka tonic in my hand, which would total my about 4th shot in about 3 hours time span. If you know me, I\'m a tank for substance, and this hasn\'t phased me in the slightest. So I go with the dude, and he\'s like ushering me out the front entrance.
We get to the front door, and he\'s pulling me out, so I stick my foot in the door. "Hold on, bro. I don\'t think you understand. I\'m not drunk at all, and I\'m certainly not leaving this club right now."
Dude looks me in the face, and says, "You\'re drunk."
"No, I\'m actually not. But I do love to dance."
Dude looks me in the eyes, can see I\'m actually pretty sober and tryin\' to have a good time. So I just walk back into the bar.
Two other guys come up to me and usher me up to some kind of seating area up to the side. Up there, the big black dude comes up and chills. And there\'s two fine ladies dancing up there. So I tell these two girls, "Yo, I just almost got bounced for dancing like an antelope!"
Girl #2 says, "More like a fox." :lol:
So I start dancing with these two girls, while lookin this guy in the face, and finally he starts lauging, so I pat him on the back and head back up to the front.
Up there the other 2 dudes grab hold of me and ask me to talk to them in the back.
So I walk back there, like, what\'s the fuckin\' deal, kad?
"We got complaint that you brushed up against somebody while you were dancin\', we thought you were drunk. The manager wanted to kick you out but we didn\'t want to. So you just gotta settle down for a bit."
I\'m like, okay guys, I\'ll chill out for a minute. So they let me go back up front. After like 5 minutes the whole place was raging so hard that they couldn\'t tell me apart from anyone else in the whole fuckin house. So I resumed my antelope-style dance moves and it was game on from there.
By the end of the night I was chattin with all these bouncers and they were cool ass dudes and it was sort of a halarious situation all in all.
;)
Another reason why I hate those east coast bars: overly proactive security/mgmt that often enjoys spoiling an innocent good time.
Oh, it was a pack\'d house.
Here\'s the story of how I almost got kicked out for dancing with too much enthusiasm:
So, Otis Grove is playing, and I\'m getting warmed up. If you know me, I usually don\'t screw around at shows. Easy to find, front row. Next to some pretty girls.
Whatever, so set break, I\'m downstairs chillin.
Kung Fu goes on. Alright, I figure, now it\'s time to turn it up a notch. And Kung Fu is bringing the heat, so I start dancing like an antelope. Know what I mean, I drove 2+ hours, brought out a couple kads, so I\'m there to have some fun and burn some calories.
For the record, I did have a few shots of vodka prior the entering the bar, but I was pretty much straight as an arrow. Relatively. I mean, I had no problem standing up straight and looking people straight in the eye, if that\'s how you figure it.
So all of a sudden, I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder. I brush it off, whatever.
I\'m getting tapped on the shoulder again. I look, it\'s some big black dude. He\'s trying to get my attention. Okay. Well, I\'m actually dancing right now, so I\'ll get back to ya later?
This time he\'s kinda pulling on my shirt. Whatcha what, brah? He\'s like, come with me. I hold my hands up, like, I\'m all set with that, thanks. Return to dancing like an antelope. Unaware, at this point, that I had violated some societal standards or anything.
Then there\'s like 3 dudes. The original big black dude, he\'s like, no, really, you need to come with me. I\'m like whatever let\'s get this over with.
He asks me, whatchu drinkin? I have a vodka tonic in my hand, which would total my about 4th shot in about 3 hours time span. If you know me, I\'m a tank for substance, and this hasn\'t phased me in the slightest. So I go with the dude, and he\'s like ushering me out the front entrance.
We get to the front door, and he\'s pulling me out, so I stick my foot in the door. "Hold on, bro. I don\'t think you understand. I\'m not drunk at all, and I\'m certainly not leaving this club right now."
Dude looks me in the face, and says, "You\'re drunk."
"No, I\'m actually not. But I do love to dance."
Dude looks me in the eyes, can see I\'m actually pretty sober and tryin\' to have a good time. So I just walk back into the bar.
Two other guys come up to me and usher me up to some kind of seating area up to the side. Up there, the big black dude comes up and chills. And there\'s two fine ladies dancing up there. So I tell these two girls, "Yo, I just almost got bounced for dancing like an antelope!"
Girl #2 says, "More like a fox." :lol:
So I start dancing with these two girls, while lookin this guy in the face, and finally he starts lauging, so I pat him on the back and head back up to the front.
Up there the other 2 dudes grab hold of me and ask me to talk to them in the back.
So I walk back there, like, what\'s the fuckin\' deal, kad?
"We got complaint that you brushed up against somebody while you were dancin\', we thought you were drunk. The manager wanted to kick you out but we didn\'t want to. So you just gotta settle down for a bit."
I\'m like, okay guys, I\'ll chill out for a minute. So they let me go back up front. After like 5 minutes the whole place was raging so hard that they couldn\'t tell me apart from anyone else in the whole fuckin house. So I resumed my antelope-style dance moves and it was game on from there.
By the end of the night I was chattin with all these bouncers and they were cool ass dudes and it was sort of a halarious situation all in all.
;)