karmalina showed her cajones on the way to the show. thinking that the car in front and to the right was going to continue turning into the center lane, karm turned into the left one. karm had just enough horse power to squirt in front of the car cutting her off just before her lane ended in a parked car. she then proceeded to take us to the drinking and dining establishment situated in the busiest area of downtown, and immediately found a spot right in front, meager feet from the entrance. i exited the vehicle post-haste, drawing looks from articulately dressed patrons of the aforementioned establishment. too unfashionably early to peruse the scene, we decided to dine. upon noticing that there was but one table at which we could feasibly functionally carry out our consumption, we proceeded to mark our territory. of course, there were dirty dishes which had been saving our booth for us. their purpose having been served, i looked into their removal. the only employees not already extraneously occupied were the two or three guys who had carefully positioned themselves around the door to check cleavage, er id's. helpfully, one such employee offered the following advice: "go talk to the cook." i said, "but he's busy making food." hmmm, thought i, i've been directed to annoy the person who shall be the sole soul in charge of making my food, with the trivialities of my discomfort regarding the sanitary condition of the only available table. further, the cook informed me that he was also the waiter, busser, and, um, sanitation engineer, i wisely abstained from following the ill-founded advice received from the lazy bouncer guy, who, after my public decry, volunteered to bus the table, humanitarian that he was. that accomplished, my roommate terri and i were free to enjoy sitting at the best table in the house in a comfortable booth, positioned so that all whom enter the establishment must pass us by, and drink our adult drinks while waiting for our food.

which brought us to obtaining adult drinks. a pleasantly cute waitress took our drink order, and returned with my red hook in a plastic cup. "oh yeah, i'm at a music performance, no potential weapons are distributed by the establishment," thought i. at this point, i started talking to a water brother who was also in attendance. he informed my roommate and i that he had secured the best table in the concert viewing area of the venue (in the opposite corner of the building than the "diner" area we were in.), and asked us if he should save us a seat. never having seen a show at this venue, i accepted his offer. by this time, our food came. it was splendid, thanks for asking. when our waitress returned, it was my goal to secure a pint glass from which to drink my red hook. terri, however, was really thinking, and while i secured my pint glass, terri secured her as a waitress who would come and check on us regularly at our new seats, which i discovered were quite obviously arranged as the best seats in the house.

we relocated ourselves just as the opening band began playing. the band was exquisite, thanks for asking. they were experimental, and used a recorder, a sax, a keyboard/drum machine, effects boards, and occasional smatterings of the more subjective instruments. honey flowed from the speakers. in the short span of time between bands, the conversation with the others with whom we shared the viPIM(tm) seats was exquisite, thanks for asking. then the legendary pink dots took the stage, short one drummer, which they hastily supplied from an interested audience member. this guy was no crowd plant, and he wailed. they wailed. i spent a great deal of time completely immersed, swimming in their soundscapes. so much, in fact, that i found it difficult to keep my eyes open long enough to watch much of the firedancing which was proceeding. i danced, i sang, i laughed, i cried, i thoroughly enjoyed myself, thanks for asking. in addition to this seemingly fairytalesque unforlding of events, due to my mode of dress, i was receiving quite a bit of attention from beautiful women attendees, usually as they walked by, and moments before i received a death glare from their boyfriends. heh. this mode of dress also facilitated sociological experimenting on group consciousness. always fun. i concluded the evening by visiting the reverend mother mary michael jackson, and jointly composing works of prose for our journals.

yes, my flock of black sheep, i drank deeply, and am still invigorated by the experience. 'twas one of those days in which so much experience was crammed, that akin to the act of recalling a dream, it will sit and simmer for quite a while before i assimilate all that i learned and experienced monday night.

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