shimweasel

… hm, that title is a bit ambiguous. To resolve any confusion: I went with Sean and Will to see a few power pop bands at the Mandarin Club last night. A bit disappointing, overall; The Russian Brides were good, and had some kind of Pixiesish vibe going (frontman had no hair, bass player was a girl (not as hot as Kim Deal, unfortunately), and boy howdy do they like their loud-soft-loud dynamic…) Still, a lot of fun. The Reservations were competent, but oh-so-wimpy, and The Rainbows (featuring an ex-member of Custard) were a bit of a yawn factory.

The night only devolved from there: once again, Will and I ended up with a bunch of humourless Germans and Mexicans who wanted to go to the Establishment. We left them there and grabbed a cab to Scubar, where Will insisted on throwing me at every girl in the place. Strange young man.

I also had the bad sense to cap the night with a kebab. Not sure why it always seems like such a good idea at about 3 in the morning.