Eric, Dan, and I went to see Scratch Acid last night. I can't remember the last time I was so entertained during an evening out. Right off the bat, we encountered a girl with her skirt tucked into her panties on the way to Emo's. (I decided to be nice and quietly let her know when we caught up with her at the crosswalk, but the damage was already done.)
Once we got in place for the show, I got to eavesdrop on one of the dumbest conversations I have ever heard in my life. According to these guys, Gorch Fock : trombone :: Jethro Tull : flute; also, the serial killers and mass murderers depicted in the mural outside are "revolutionaries in their own right." They were drunk and trying very hard to sound intelligent. They were so fantastic they made my stomach hurt.
The show itself was great too. David Yow was completely charming, and the crowd-watching was splendid. Sweaty people, happy people, drooling people, douchebags, meatheads, and a girl who took her shirt off in the heat and spent the rest of the show in her little red bra. (The guy she was with looked so surprised and delighted when she did it that it was kind of touching.) And I got to see Eric drunk, soaked, jovial, and full of testosterone after spending the show fighting to keep his front-row spot.
The evening was rounded out nicely when we were walking back to the car and saw a guy cheerfully urinating on the fender of a truck while yelling, "Where's a cop when you need one?"
If I thought it would always be that much fun, I'd go out every night.