On Sunday, Tristan sent me a message, inviting me to see Ratatat; he and his roommate were not going out to dinner beforehand, but v1c1ous was going to House of Hong with some friends and I was welcome to join them.
I’m really glad I did; Sean’s friends were delightful dinner company, and together we ordered a family dinner. A family dinner that nearly killed us…with deliciousness. We started off strong, all of us digging in enthusiastically. By the fourth course, we’d all started to slow down. By the 9th, we were all groaning and about ready to die. At one point, we had six different courses on the table, and each one was the most delicious thing in the world. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN? Toward the end, we started commenting on lobster battles and making fun of neighboring tables and anything that would delay us from standing up because we lacked the proper bloodflow to handle walking; we also were unable to form coherent sentences. Tristan called at one point to find out where we were, I think, but none of us really knew what he was talking about, or cared, or could comprehend spoken language.
There is a soup on the menu at House of Hong that costs $350 and is intended for 10 people. At some point, a group will have to be gathered for the express purpose of consuming this soup.
We eventually made our way over to the venue, which was packed with squealing pre-teens. Hurrah for the bar area! Before the opening bands started playing, Tristan offered earplugs around. Oh no, we were all much too cool to protect our hearing. After the first band started playing, Tristan pulled out the earplug package and waggled it, and this time, all of us but one grabbed a set. It’s one thing to lose hearing from rock concerts. It’s another to lose hearing to an awful, awful, awful band. No, I don’t know what their name was. Yes, I could look it up. No, I don’t care to do so. It was fronted by a guy who looked exactly like the Chocolate Rain dude, the whole band jerked around onstage like rhythmless chickens, and they were singing songs about: positivity, jesus, and…running away from home at 16 after being punished for kissing a boy. I was not their target audience.
The second act was even worse. It was a whiteboy rapper, of the ‘look how hard I am trying to be thug’ variety. I am tempted to write a letter to Eminem and ask him to apologize for paving the road for this dude. LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE WROUGHT, MARSHALL. Half-finished, unpracticed songs with titles like “The Chicken Featha Licka” and “Son of a Gun of a Bitch”, and this guy is almost ready to roll with Herbert Kornfeld in the Nite Rida. Shit, maybe this guy is Baby Prince H Tha Stone Col’ Dopest Biz-ook-kizeepin’ Muthafukkin’ Badass Supastar Kornfeld Tha Second!
I am curious as to whether Ratatat purposefully picked wretched openers to make them appear even better by comparison, but they really don’t need to resort to such trickeries, as they’re awesome. AWESOME. Not only did I get to hear some killer music, but I got to enjoy another one of my favorite activities: watching people dance like jackasses. Bless you, Ratatat, for making that happen for me. Bless you.
Soup? Count me in motherfucker!
Also: I love you.
Fuck yeah! 2 down, 8 to go!
I love you so hard. <3
GOOD!
SOMEONE HAS TO!
(taylor is on a date right now. presumably, with the girl who wears the size extra small underwear that I found in my room after I got home from NYC)
Extra small? Are you sure he isn’t dating little boys now?
Little boys in mesh zebra panties?
OH! And I just looked at my bank account and… homeboy paid for the date out of my account. So… That’s awesome.
Thai ladybois can wear whatever panties they want, don’t hate.
Also: Just say the word. Broken kneecaps. THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE.
He’s at the movies right now. This is so fucking… I don’t…. I can’t… I don’t…. I…..
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF I MIGHT HAVE TO STORM INTO PACIFIC FUCKING PLACE AND SHANK A BITCH.
NOooooooooo babydoll, bad idea. I can’t post bail for you as Napoleon cleaned me out!
Okay, well, I’m fresh out of shanks anyway. I pretty much just dumped him via text, since he’s in a movie and obviously turned off his phone.
I’m not sure what the laws are, but I thought that if the account was in your name only, it still qualifies as theft. Tell him to get his grubby mitts off of what YOU earned!
It’s still in both names. I took away his card, but it looks like he found it.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. I can barely pay the rent and he’s staying here for fucking free and I’m footing the fucking bill for his dates. FUCKING RADICAL.
Why isn’t he contributing if he’s living there?
He just moved back.
Guess what I’m doing: http://www.washingtondivorceonline.com/
I’m so sorry, hon. 🙁
It’s been a long time coming.
I am just finally mad enough to do it.
It’s been a long time coming.
I am just finally mad enough to do it.
I’m so sorry, hon. 🙁
He just moved back.
Guess what I’m doing: http://www.washingtondivorceonline.com/
Why isn’t he contributing if he’s living there?
It’s still in both names. I took away his card, but it looks like he found it.
FUCK FUCK FUCK. I can barely pay the rent and he’s staying here for fucking free and I’m footing the fucking bill for his dates. FUCKING RADICAL.
I’m not sure what the laws are, but I thought that if the account was in your name only, it still qualifies as theft. Tell him to get his grubby mitts off of what YOU earned!
Okay, well, I’m fresh out of shanks anyway. I pretty much just dumped him via text, since he’s in a movie and obviously turned off his phone.
NOooooooooo babydoll, bad idea. I can’t post bail for you as Napoleon cleaned me out!
He’s at the movies right now. This is so fucking… I don’t…. I can’t… I don’t…. I…..
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF I MIGHT HAVE TO STORM INTO PACIFIC FUCKING PLACE AND SHANK A BITCH.
Thai ladybois can wear whatever panties they want, don’t hate.
Also: Just say the word. Broken kneecaps. THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE.
Little boys in mesh zebra panties?
OH! And I just looked at my bank account and… homeboy paid for the date out of my account. So… That’s awesome.
Extra small? Are you sure he isn’t dating little boys now?
GOOD!
SOMEONE HAS TO!
(taylor is on a date right now. presumably, with the girl who wears the size extra small underwear that I found in my room after I got home from NYC)
Fuck yeah! 2 down, 8 to go!
I love you so hard. <3
Soup? Count me in motherfucker!
Also: I love you.
I too, am violently curious about this $350 dollar soup.
Also, I had no idea Ratatat was even in town… or maybe I did and blocked it out because I knew it was busy. Anyway, sounds like a good show full of shitty openers (seems to be the running theme for this week).
Sweet, with you, Shannon, Lanny & I, we only need 6 more to make delicious soups happen! 🙂 Plus I think everyone at dinner that night expressed an interest in the soup as well, so we’d only need 3 more. SOUP IS IMMINENT.
I dunno, man. $35 a head for soup? That shit better have some unicorn meat in it for that much.
Yes, that’s a lot for soup (though it’s about in line for what they charge for shark fin soup), but at the same time, it’s a pretty low price point for the experience. Plus, it’s something you might not ever have the opportunity to eat again.
Good points. So what’s in it? HoH’s website doesn’t post a menu, and I don’t remember the soup from the last time I was there.
I’m not sure, it’s called something like “Ten Buddhist Treasures”.
I’m so intrigued. Let’s hope that’s not a euphemism for “Clean Out The Refrigerator” soup.
For $350, it’d better damn well not be!
For $350, it’d better damn well not be!
I’m so intrigued. Let’s hope that’s not a euphemism for “Clean Out The Refrigerator” soup.
I’m not sure, it’s called something like “Ten Buddhist Treasures”.
Good points. So what’s in it? HoH’s website doesn’t post a menu, and I don’t remember the soup from the last time I was there.
Yes, that’s a lot for soup (though it’s about in line for what they charge for shark fin soup), but at the same time, it’s a pretty low price point for the experience. Plus, it’s something you might not ever have the opportunity to eat again.
I dunno, man. $35 a head for soup? That shit better have some unicorn meat in it for that much.
Sweet, with you, Shannon, Lanny & I, we only need 6 more to make delicious soups happen! 🙂 Plus I think everyone at dinner that night expressed an interest in the soup as well, so we’d only need 3 more. SOUP IS IMMINENT.
I too, am violently curious about this $350 dollar soup.
Also, I had no idea Ratatat was even in town… or maybe I did and blocked it out because I knew it was busy. Anyway, sounds like a good show full of shitty openers (seems to be the running theme for this week).
Well, since Herbert bit the dust, I guess SOMEbody has to keep tha flava goin. And Jerry tha Sharpie-Head don’t look like he gon be doin’ it anytime soon. Reckanize.
cheers,
Phil
A.R. Bruthaz don’t die, theys just krunchin numbaz on the sly.
A.R. Bruthaz don’t die, theys just krunchin numbaz on the sly.
Well, since Herbert bit the dust, I guess SOMEbody has to keep tha flava goin. And Jerry tha Sharpie-Head don’t look like he gon be doin’ it anytime soon. Reckanize.
cheers,
Phil
I am so down for $350 soup. Keep me in the loop!
Will do! 🙂
Will do! 🙂
I am so down for $350 soup. Keep me in the loop!
Ps – I’m back on myspace. /fannyfartle
I’m way more of a facebook gal, but I will log in and add you soon, Fanny. <3
Same, but Taylor won’t divorce me on facebook (since it has to be mutual) and i’m friends with a lot of his friends and family and my employers and I’d prefer to keep this between us. And all your Livejournal friends… hahaha
My LJ is a good place to let go of these sorts of things since we don’t have many (any?) mutual friends. Giiiirl, there has been some drama here in the past, I will have to show you the entries sometime.
oooh!!
but to be clear — I am not mad THAT he’s on a date. We’re separated. lord knows I have dates from time to time. I’m mad that I’m footing the bill.
No no no, I totally get that. Why should you have to work hard to pay for him to have a grand old time and get ass? If he wants to go on dates, he can be a big boy and pay for them.
Whatever happened w/McDreamy, btw?
I will PM you the story, I don’t need to throw kerosene on that fire again by posting it publicly now.
McDreamy left town. He’s in Michigan now. I’m going to visit him in two weeks. THEN WE WILL DRIVE TO OKLAHOMA CITY! It’ll be sexy. We have a few things planned — which is super strange to me, because I’ve only known him for a month and he’s making plans as far ahead as late september.
Michigan in April
San Francisco in June
Burning man in August
Alaska in September
On. His. Dime.
BOO YA.
Craigslist FTW. 🙂
SRSLY.
btw – My JAW hurts from all the incredulous faces I’m making while reading your entry…
Make sure to read the comments, another bomb gets dropped that will have your jaw on the FLOOR.
It gives me a facial tic just thinking about it.
I SAW! OH MY GOD!!!!
OH MY GOD!
That was the day when I discovered that I am not above actually contemplating murder. To me, he is the Worst Person In The World.
Oh, I’m not above it. At. ALL. Considering all the scenarios running through my mind last night… He’s lucky he got back after I went to bed.
Now, I might be saying this because I didn’t have access to the person or a gun at the time of my rage, but I have discovered that living well is truly the best revenge. And involves no prison time.
Now, I might be saying this because I didn’t have access to the person or a gun at the time of my rage, but I have discovered that living well is truly the best revenge. And involves no prison time.
Oh, I’m not above it. At. ALL. Considering all the scenarios running through my mind last night… He’s lucky he got back after I went to bed.
That was the day when I discovered that I am not above actually contemplating murder. To me, he is the Worst Person In The World.
I SAW! OH MY GOD!!!!
OH MY GOD!
Make sure to read the comments, another bomb gets dropped that will have your jaw on the FLOOR.
It gives me a facial tic just thinking about it.
SRSLY.
btw – My JAW hurts from all the incredulous faces I’m making while reading your entry…
Craigslist FTW. 🙂
McDreamy left town. He’s in Michigan now. I’m going to visit him in two weeks. THEN WE WILL DRIVE TO OKLAHOMA CITY! It’ll be sexy. We have a few things planned — which is super strange to me, because I’ve only known him for a month and he’s making plans as far ahead as late september.
Michigan in April
San Francisco in June
Burning man in August
Alaska in September
On. His. Dime.
BOO YA.
No no no, I totally get that. Why should you have to work hard to pay for him to have a grand old time and get ass? If he wants to go on dates, he can be a big boy and pay for them.
Whatever happened w/McDreamy, btw?
I will PM you the story, I don’t need to throw kerosene on that fire again by posting it publicly now.
oooh!!
but to be clear — I am not mad THAT he’s on a date. We’re separated. lord knows I have dates from time to time. I’m mad that I’m footing the bill.
My LJ is a good place to let go of these sorts of things since we don’t have many (any?) mutual friends. Giiiirl, there has been some drama here in the past, I will have to show you the entries sometime.
Same, but Taylor won’t divorce me on facebook (since it has to be mutual) and i’m friends with a lot of his friends and family and my employers and I’d prefer to keep this between us. And all your Livejournal friends… hahaha
I’m way more of a facebook gal, but I will log in and add you soon, Fanny. <3
Ps – I’m back on myspace. /fannyfartle