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Greeks vs Geeks

So McNulty tried out for this Thursday's Greeks vs Geeks battle. Ten bands audition, four make it. We made it.

I am so fucking excited for this. This is going to be the first real show I've played since May. The last time I was on stage was a fucking blast. It's a night I'll remember for a long, long time.

McNulty will take the stage on Thursday. It's going to be very different from any Mechatama show I've ever played. Different stage banter, different feel, different everything.

We're sounding tight though. Really tight. Less than two months was all it took for three well polished originals and a few covers. We didn't even think we'd have enough material by now to play a show, so we were almost going to play Blink 182 covers. No more.

I'm impressed with what we've accomplished so far. I'm impressed with how much better everyone has become since the summer. I'm impressed that I'm not really terrible anymore. Greg and Adam are leagues ahead of me in terms of facilitation skill, so it feels great when they tell me that I am noticeably better.

We were talking about how we're going to present ourselves on stage. Looks like we'll roll with it and run a seamless set. I love when bands do this live. The Aggrolites play a LOT of their shows in this manner and it's always fucking grand.

I didn't think I'd be playing shows as early as October, but I guess that's where hard work gets you.

This is a pretty big show for a band's first performance. I hope people like it.

Progress is progress

Two songs.

This is going to be something special.

Eavesdropping

I walked home yesterday in front of a girl who was talking loudly on her cell phone. Usually I have headphones with me, so I'd pay no mind and walk my pace. This girl, however, had a rather interesting conversation to drop in on.

Her: I don't know, he's just being weird. He always calls me when I'm busy!

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Her: Yeah! And our hotel was like, in the ghetto. Seriously, it was so sketch.

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Her: I just don't know, it's whatever. I called him and told him what hotel I was at and he told me he was at the Hard Rock across the street. (sarcastically) How convenient!

Few easy things you could tell about this girl from her demeanor:

-She lives in Nova. Southern culture, no southern accent. She also definitely had some money with that coach purse of hers, Blackberry, and designer threads.

-She's a drama queen. Look at how big of a deal is being made out of something that really doesn't matter.

-She wasn't the most attractive girl. Guaranteed she's probably had a couple boyfriends in high school and some hookups here, but men are't lining up to be with her. This is likely why she was making such a big deal over this one particular guy.

-She referred to her hotel as being in the ghetto. Sorry princess, but hotels across the street from a Hard Rock Cafe are nowhere in proximity to the ghetto. Anywhere.

Wake up you fucking idiot, you're getting played. How do you make it this far in life without having the self respect to figure this one out?

It's really not hard. He calls you when he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to hang out with you, but he wants to keep in touch so you two can hook up.

That'll be $20 please.

Another awesome practice.

Today we pieced together the last of the chord progressions. Everything is sounding smoothly. We're definitely sounding more confident with our sync work too. Just need to get some timing down for pauses and other perks.

Greg is a monster, had three song riffs already written for other songs. Some of them are going to make sick tracks. We have plenty of other breakdown-esque parts to put into new songs. It should be looking very good.

We've decided on an EP that will be five tracks and two different parts. The EP will also be seamless, with one song flowing into the next.

It will tell you a story.

Friday

I found a plastic wallet sleeve on Friday filled with credit cards.

Pausing for a moment, I contemplated funding my 7-11 run with this man's misfortune. I'm a little pissed that I even considered this. Sure, I was drunk, but that's no excuse.

As I said before, drinking takes away the barrier between what you want to do and what you should do. There are limits to this mentality though, and shooting my morality in the head is definitely one of them.

Noticed he was an Eagle Scout, a card carrying one as a matter of fact. I myself am an Eagle Scout. I wear a silver bracelet on my right arm every single day to remind myself of what I learned while I was in the troop.

It turns out that he was the only (name redacted) on Facebook. I tracked him down and wrote him a message, leaving my number.

He picked them up today. The guy was grinning from ear to ear. I made his day by not being an asshole. My father would be proud.

I'm proud.

Chicken or steak?

Little highlight from last night's party:

There was a large, loud and obnoxious group of girls lost outside of our party. You know the kind I mean: way too much makeup, eighty-five pounds too much, not enough clothes.

My friend who hosted the party, being the gentleman he is, invited them up to join the party.

Me (to my other friend): "Man, I really don't know if I'm going to be able to pretend to be nice anymore."

Hot girl standing next to us: "Omg!"

Me: "I bet we could throw that leftover pizza off the balcony and get charged with manslaughter."

And then she started laughing. I guess misogyny is entertaining?

Later, two of them came to join us and smoke on the balcony. One was completely done up, smoking hot...the other not so much.

Hot girl likes Rancid. I'm wearing a Rancid t-shirt. I'm in. We talk about music for awhile while her annoying friend tries to jut in and give her unwanted opinion. You know how alcohol takes away that barrier between what you should do and what you want to do? Yeah...

Annoying girl: "Hey, you're ignoring me!"

Me: "You're talking to me? Oh...yeah I guess so then."

Cue her exit.