Special Guest Daily
This is a special GUEST daily by Bethany.
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"You NEVER come to El Conquistadors shows," said Ethan accusingly, a couple of weeks ago.
"You never TELL me about El Conquistadors shows until the day AFTER," I said. Which is true. I kept reading about all the Roiling Rawk 'n Roll and Bristling Biceps and incestuous knots of Voluptuous Vassarites at these shows just before the "why-weren't-you-there"s would start rolling in, and then Swerd and Ethan would promise to tell me about it NEXT time, and so on and so on and so on.
This could have gone on for months. Thank God for the Intern (and her scheduling prowess).
The show was at ten, so I started drinking around six. I realized I had a long road still ahead, though, when I got there and saw Swerdloff's Scotch-induced sway. [it was Whiskey.. -ed] His shirt was very shiny, and so were his eyes. "I'm going to MONKEY DANCE!" Ethan shouted happily, with a bag full of juggling clubs in one hand and a glass full of whiskey in the other. I headed for the bar.
So the band played and they were appropriately gorgeous (all nineteen or twenty of them) and they did, indeed, rock. The house was swarming with people who knew all the words. Ethan and Swerd claimed to know about fifty percent of those attending. The thought of being surrounded by that many people from my own college kind of puts the fear of God into me, but looking around, I think I started to understand why Swerdloff walks around in a perpetual state of libidinous angst. Those Vassar kids are cute, y'all.
Baby Jupiter's lack of a cabaret license sadly prevented all dancing, monkey or otherwise.
After the show, Swerdloff announced "I'm LOADED!" to the world at large and made me stop flirting with passers-by. Ethan disappeared for a bit. When we finally found him (out on the sidewalk juggling), it was time to head for 2A. There, we looked at Burning Man photos by flashlight and Ethan had an encounter with a young lady who'd just come from the Maker's Mark distillery.
A couple of months ago, when I first met these two, we were all very polite and respectful of one another and would have dinner parties and picnics that featured refined conversations and wine. At 2A last night, the holes poked in my ribs and smackdowns put on my nose were a matter of course != which may not *seem* like an improvement, but I suppose kind of is.
"Close the door on your way out," says Ethan. Back to your regularly scheduled Daily Swerdloff...
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And there you have it, the first (of many?) guest daily swerdloff, because sometimes getting a different perspective that says what you would have said lends you all sorts of credibility that you would otherwise have lacked.
Tommorow: Work
In other news:
None. When's anything interesting gonna happen 'round these here parts?
Anyone wanna send me a bigger PC hard drive?
Write me a daily of your own
Posted by Swerdloff at 09, 1999 12:48 AM
