Something Like Ridiculous:

A friend from California suggested that I go to the Alligator Lounge in Williamsburg, said he thought I'd really like it. Sean, if you're reading this, you don't know what the hell you're talking about. The most California-riffic bar I've been to thus far. Place looked like a goddamned nursery school laden with baby-faced pseudo-hipsters and those other fucking idiots with plugs in their ears and '80s bicycle hats (you know, the kind that resemble a yarmulke (silly little Jewish hat) only neon-colored cotton with a flimsy little bill usually bent vertically- or a welder's cap sized for an infant- you get the picture) when suddenly one of the toddlers threw a rich-kid hissy fit temper tantrum and broke his pint glass over some geeky looking emo-kid's face and stormed out of the room. Watched the poor son-of-a-bitch just stand there, eyes welling up at this point, completely dumbfounded. If it were you don't you think you'd do a little something about it? Well, he ended up going away in an ambulance. Nearly everybody in the bar tracked blood across the floor while the barkeep took his merry time wiping up the mess by hand with paper towels. You'd think they'd have a mop. Don't know if they apprehended the perpetrator or not- seemed as if the cops were too focused on the free pizza.

After leaving the Alligator I meandered over to the Charleston to see what was happening there. Not much difference, only slightly better music and much more filthy. Shitty two-piece playing in the basement- I recall a rendition of "Territorial Pissings." Could only stand observing them for about 15 seconds; they just looked like fucking idiots. When it comes to enjoying a live band I'm very particular about everything. I expect people to know what they are doing. I can't stand it when a drummer sets his kit up like a fucking idiot. You maybe wondering, who am I to judge, what the hell do you know? I don't care who you are, exaggerated high-placed cymbals and dramatically low set throne and snare looks stupid and are just plain ridiculous. Do you think that looks cool? Plus they were just boring, not to mention the fact they opened with a tremendously drawn out song ending with a excruciatingly drawn out crescendo into nearly 30 seconds of dead time before they came in with the next song. You just don't do that. Honestly, I don't really give a shit about any of this.

Finally Alex and Jamie came and rescued me from my night of wandering loneliness and took me to a semi-raging rooftop party, can't recall where. We were there maybe 45 minutes before the cops stormed the roof and sent us all on our way. Ended up going to the Levee bar where they shell out beer-koozies with every PBR.