Yeah, I admit it--I attended the Vice Records Tour show on Saturday night. It was the Panthers, Death From Above 1979, and Vietnam.
What did you say? Yes, as a matter of fact, I am precisely 5 years too old to be hanging out at Rothko and/or paying attention to anything associated with the dreadful Vice Empire. I was with a group of 6 friends whose median age is 32, so indeed, in as much as I can speak for everyone else, we all felt a bit like school dance chaperones.
The show was quite good, and I would recommend that anyone go see these bands if they get the chance. Unless you don't like BALLS TO THE WALL ROCK.
So I have been to Rothko twice now. Twice I have come away feeling all Brian Wilson: I just wasn't meant for these times.
[REDACTED: Really large, solipsistic jeremiad against everyone and everything]
I know, I know: Bitter much, Veronica? But I've got extra vitriol today, having just received the invite to our office xmas party: It's a potluck. Fuck a potluck. They didn't even give us raises last year and now they want us to cater our own fucking party? (If pressed, I am willing to contribute the bag of pork rinds and the bottle of Old Crow I have in my desk.)
Posted by Dana at December 7, 2004 03:17 PMi just went for the haircuts. wow, talk about haircuts! it was like summer camp for stevie nicks impersonators. that age thing, it's all in yr mind, D. or it's not and i'm just still high from the last time someone guessed my age at 26. remember, it's not how old you are...it's how old people think you are.
Posted by: reeves at December 7, 2004 03:35 PMoh, and another thing. my company's xmas party is a lavish affair with free endless top-shelf booze, beer, and whole braised animals from which you can just pluck your favorite bit of delicious meat. it's very roman-orgy. everything's covered in gilt and the wait stuff lets you walk all over them. very debauched, lovely in fact. but i can't go this year because they announced the date after i bought my ticket home. have N shave his head and you and he can attend in my stead.
Posted by: reeves at December 7, 2004 03:47 PMYeah, but those Stevies weren't Tusk-era....it was like 200 White Winged Doves in there.
Posted by: dana at December 7, 2004 04:29 PMFuck a potluck.
Didn't they try that in the 70's and call it a "key party?"
Posted by: jonmc at December 7, 2004 04:38 PMMy compnay's Xmas party was Monday afternoon: open bar, reasonably lavish lunch, and one of those "murder mystery" dinner theater things. A gift bags. $20 gift card to B&N and a snow globe. Not. Too. Shabby.
Posted by: Fes at December 8, 2004 10:47 AMMy company's office party seems to involve a film about some old dudes flying to Fiji
in search of the true meaning of surfing. In case you all were debating the wisdom of moving to California.
Our HR person got some kind of 2-for-1 special from Bowl-Mor.
So we had our summer "company outing" at Bowl-Mor (where we only got to bowl for exactly 60 minutes -- they cut us off mid-game, the cheapskates), and our Christmas party last week at the "nightclub" upstairs from Bowl-Mor, "Pressure."
It was decorated in Late Dot-Com Baroque. Oversize TV screens showing "rave" graphics; walls made out of metal and styrofoam, with random slots cut in them; lots of pool tables; and hemispherical niches in the wall that you could sit inside of. And if you looked up, you could see this sort of inflatable ceiling high overhead. I think the whole place used to be a gym or racquetball court or something.
But at least the booze was free. I felt sorry for the waitresses and barmaids, who all had to wear these humiliating Santa/goth outfits.
Posted by: Max at December 8, 2004 09:48 PMP.S. I wanna read the really large, solipsistic jeremiad against everyone and everything! Maud said it was great.
Posted by: Max at December 9, 2004 01:24 PMYou're soaking in it now, Max.
Posted by: N at December 9, 2004 03:31 PM