Sunday, May. 11, 2003 - 9:13 am
Now Playing: Alkaline Trio "This Could Be Love"
"I swear to god it's not contagious. In 4 short steps we can erase this. Step one: slit my throat. Step two: play in my blood. Step three: cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house. Step four: stop off at Edgewood Creek and wash your crimson hands."
Last night was fucking perfect. FFI were better than they've ever been. Smashmouth Steve showed up with his girlfriend and his tour manager Eric and his girlfriend. They caught FFI's set and absolutely loved it. I introduced Steve to the FFI guys, and he told them how much he enjoyed their set. Then, Steve told me he wanted to do a gig here in town (they hardly ever play here, even though he lives here) and he wanted FFI and One More Weekend to open. How fucking cool is that?
Then, after the show was over, as we all kept drinking, Steve got a call from his buddy Carson. Yes, Carson Daly, that fucking chode. He was having a party at Simon at the Hard Rock and wanted us to come over. So, we all loaded into Eric's Hummer (I've never been in one before) and headed to the Hard Rock for the party. I barely remember meeting Carson Daly not once, but twice before making my way out of the casino and heading home. I was way too drunk to even enjoy what was going on. Not that I would have enjoyed hanging out with Carson Daly, necessarily, but it would have been fun to kick it at the party.
Rock stardom can be so fun.
And I'm not even a rock star.
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