Four Nights At the Ivory Cat Does Not An Awake Rachel Make
I'm almost overwhelmed by the amount of recapping I have left to do. When you go on a four-day bender, it's a tall order to both your physical stamina and mental recall in order to remember all of the various successes (four nights in a row at the IC) and failures (still not hearing "Brick" played at the IC). I'll try to do my best and back up a little bit here.
Thusday, Shirikins was in town from LA. I had promised her at 3:30 AM that I would manage to drag myself out again, even though I felt absolutely terrible all day Thursday. However, I came home from work and took a 2 hour nap and then rallied enough to drag myself, Shiri and my sister downtown.
We spent some time at Firehouse, where we got to talk to Paul and Paul was able to continue to swoon over Shirikins. I managed to run into a dude I met at Apple bar back in January and have almost the exact same conversation with him that I had in January: "I have a boyfriend. You never see him because he's in Iraq. No, it's not great. No, I don't support the war. Sure, I support the troops. If by "support the troops" you mean I drink with their wives. You can read about it on my blog. You should go to my blog. Oh, you think blogs are just online diaries? We'll you're just a real-life asshole." And so on.
After a couple of hours at Firehouse, I dragged them to see "Austin's Best Arms" Mr. BigArms. This was a pointless excursion because we basically stood in the street talking to Mr. BigArms and then we decided that was lame so I herded everyone to the Ivory Cat.
Grace, me & Shiri
p.s. AJ, those are your earrings that you left at my house on Wednesday, in case you're wondering.
We had a good night of boozin'. I remember bits and pieces of it, but honestly that was Thursday and this is Sunday and I don't know how anyone could ever expect me to remember what happened. I do know that they had a different drummer there that resembled Lyle Lovett. I also know that Kenny Luna basically ignored us again. Oh! So, the thing about the guy who paid $200 was that he showed back up that night! All of a sudden, KL says "Kevin's here!" and Kevin himself rambled down to the stage and grabbed the mike and sang "Keep Your Hands to Yourself" once again. I had to calm myself down. The thing is, the guy could not be a more terrible singer. You know those people who stand on stage and hunch over the mike and kind of wobble back and forth? Yeah, that was this guy.
Anyway, I realized that the only way I was going to feel better was if I launched a pencil at Kevin when he was done singing. I still didn't feel better so on my way out, I stopped where he was macking on some chick and said "Hey Kevin. You sang even worse tonight than you did last night" and walked out the door.
Sometimes I wish I were a dude so I could toss money around and get my way without immediately being considered shallow.
Friday was GREAT! First of all, we had a statewide internet outage where we couldn't access the internet at work, so we got to leave at noon. I wanted to sob with happiness. Mainly because I was still exhausted from the Wed-Thur. cumulative hours of sleep adding up to about 4 hours.
Then it was time to get cleaned up and go out...again. Shiri, M and I met up with their friend Yael and my sister at Trudy's for some margaritas and dinner. M told me I should try to wear my sunglasses the entire night downtown, so I accepted her challenge. I decided not to accept the other half of her challenge which was to tell people that I had recently signed with a record label, for fear that someone might actually care enough to ask me to sing and I would have no way of convincing them that my voice was not usually that terrible.
Martha, Grace, me, Yael & Shiri outside of Trudy's
Thusday, Shirikins was in town from LA. I had promised her at 3:30 AM that I would manage to drag myself out again, even though I felt absolutely terrible all day Thursday. However, I came home from work and took a 2 hour nap and then rallied enough to drag myself, Shiri and my sister downtown.
We spent some time at Firehouse, where we got to talk to Paul and Paul was able to continue to swoon over Shirikins. I managed to run into a dude I met at Apple bar back in January and have almost the exact same conversation with him that I had in January: "I have a boyfriend. You never see him because he's in Iraq. No, it's not great. No, I don't support the war. Sure, I support the troops. If by "support the troops" you mean I drink with their wives. You can read about it on my blog. You should go to my blog. Oh, you think blogs are just online diaries? We'll you're just a real-life asshole." And so on.
After a couple of hours at Firehouse, I dragged them to see "Austin's Best Arms" Mr. BigArms. This was a pointless excursion because we basically stood in the street talking to Mr. BigArms and then we decided that was lame so I herded everyone to the Ivory Cat.
Grace, me & Shirip.s. AJ, those are your earrings that you left at my house on Wednesday, in case you're wondering.
Anyway, I realized that the only way I was going to feel better was if I launched a pencil at Kevin when he was done singing. I still didn't feel better so on my way out, I stopped where he was macking on some chick and said "Hey Kevin. You sang even worse tonight than you did last night" and walked out the door.
Sometimes I wish I were a dude so I could toss money around and get my way without immediately being considered shallow.
Friday was GREAT! First of all, we had a statewide internet outage where we couldn't access the internet at work, so we got to leave at noon. I wanted to sob with happiness. Mainly because I was still exhausted from the Wed-Thur. cumulative hours of sleep adding up to about 4 hours.
Then it was time to get cleaned up and go out...again. Shiri, M and I met up with their friend Yael and my sister at Trudy's for some margaritas and dinner. M told me I should try to wear my sunglasses the entire night downtown, so I accepted her challenge. I decided not to accept the other half of her challenge which was to tell people that I had recently signed with a record label, for fear that someone might actually care enough to ask me to sing and I would have no way of convincing them that my voice was not usually that terrible.
Martha, Grace, me, Yael & Shiri outside of Trudy'sGrace, Shiri & I all headed downtown and met up with Gingy at Mohawk. I met a guy named Jim on 6th street at Rippolo's the night before who had a Mohawk t-shirt on. I told him I really liked the bar and he said he worked there and that we should come by. Since I'm all about making friends with easy access to alcohol, we went. I actually really like Mohawk and had wanted to take my sister there at some point anyway.
We got to Mohawk and they wanted to charge us a $6 cover. Gingy of course immediately turned to leave and suddenly I realized that Jim should be able to help us. Jim was nice enough to come let Rachel +4 in for free. Well, fifteen text messages later, Rachel +4 became Rachel +10. I felt like I had an entourage but they actually were all Gingy's friends. I told Gingy that her army had beat mine at the game of RISK.
Despite my cushy spot at Mohawk, I felt the Ivory Cat calling out to me. So we deposited my sister in a cab and sent her on her way while Shiri and I headed to the IC. Shiri had become quite smitten with the Ivory Cat and that was when JTD wasn't there. I told her it would be way more fabulous if JTD was there.
We weren't disappointed. Not only was JTD there but KL was nowhere to be seen. DTP was playing. We then proceeded, for lack of a better word, to party like rockstars. Oh! Here was the other thing. Shiri realized that we had been in there the night that we met Dunndee. I have no memory of this whatsoever but she said she remembered him dancing to Footloose with us.
Also. I took this picture mainly for Mrhe, because we all know how he feels about JTD. Try not to be jealous, Mrhe. This was during the pantomime song. As soon as I saw this going down, I said to myself "This is going on the blog."
At the end of the night, Shiri got to meet JTD and all was well with the world. Now she too can join the Facebook fan club.
And here we are at last night. Needless to say, I was dragging. But we all know that's easily cured by a Red Bull & vodka.
I stopped by to see Gus, who is ailing. The vets think he probably has lymphoma. It is incredibly hard to see his health declining as quickly as it is. He will not live much longer. It's so strange to think about how long he has been in my life now. He has been an incredible dog. I got some pictures taken with him, which I have been wanting to do for several years.
Goose
We then did a repeat of Thursday night, starting at Firehouse and then quickly moving over to the Ivory Cat. Paul had the night off and there with some pseudo-bachelor party sharing a bottle of Crown. I'm not a big fan of Crown but I am a big fan of free drinks, so I obliged.
I was starting to look a little rough, I'm not going to lie. Almost every picture taken of me last night looks like I'm half asleep. I should have worn sunglasses again. At the IC we ran into my newest IC friend, RTBackupD. I feel as though if I ever want to start a percussion troupe, I will have plenty of drummers to choose from. First I must master my keyboard. I can now tap out melodies to Free Fallin' and some song called the By Yon Bonnie Bonie Banks (I have no idea how I know that song or where I picked it up but nevertheless I can play the it on the piano). Oh, and yes, you'll notice we're all wearing dresses. Still don't really know why. Dresses are the new jeans, what?
Just rethinking this makes me tired. But it was a fabulous weekend, don't get me wrong.
Just not something I could repeat at least for the next two days.
Yes, that's right K-Town gals. Prepare yourselves for Tuesday. There better be karaoke and PTSD counseling in my near future.
We got to Mohawk and they wanted to charge us a $6 cover. Gingy of course immediately turned to leave and suddenly I realized that Jim should be able to help us. Jim was nice enough to come let Rachel +4 in for free. Well, fifteen text messages later, Rachel +4 became Rachel +10. I felt like I had an entourage but they actually were all Gingy's friends. I told Gingy that her army had beat mine at the game of RISK.
Despite my cushy spot at Mohawk, I felt the Ivory Cat calling out to me. So we deposited my sister in a cab and sent her on her way while Shiri and I headed to the IC. Shiri had become quite smitten with the Ivory Cat and that was when JTD wasn't there. I told her it would be way more fabulous if JTD was there.
We weren't disappointed. Not only was JTD there but KL was nowhere to be seen. DTP was playing. We then proceeded, for lack of a better word, to party like rockstars. Oh! Here was the other thing. Shiri realized that we had been in there the night that we met Dunndee. I have no memory of this whatsoever but she said she remembered him dancing to Footloose with us.
Also. I took this picture mainly for Mrhe, because we all know how he feels about JTD. Try not to be jealous, Mrhe. This was during the pantomime song. As soon as I saw this going down, I said to myself "This is going on the blog."
At the end of the night, Shiri got to meet JTD and all was well with the world. Now she too can join the Facebook fan club.
And here we are at last night. Needless to say, I was dragging. But we all know that's easily cured by a Red Bull & vodka.
I stopped by to see Gus, who is ailing. The vets think he probably has lymphoma. It is incredibly hard to see his health declining as quickly as it is. He will not live much longer. It's so strange to think about how long he has been in my life now. He has been an incredible dog. I got some pictures taken with him, which I have been wanting to do for several years.
GooseI was starting to look a little rough, I'm not going to lie. Almost every picture taken of me last night looks like I'm half asleep. I should have worn sunglasses again. At the IC we ran into my newest IC friend, RTBackupD. I feel as though if I ever want to start a percussion troupe, I will have plenty of drummers to choose from. First I must master my keyboard. I can now tap out melodies to Free Fallin' and some song called the By Yon Bonnie Bonie Banks (I have no idea how I know that song or where I picked it up but nevertheless I can play the it on the piano). Oh, and yes, you'll notice we're all wearing dresses. Still don't really know why. Dresses are the new jeans, what?
Just rethinking this makes me tired. But it was a fabulous weekend, don't get me wrong.
Just not something I could repeat at least for the next two days.
Yes, that's right K-Town gals. Prepare yourselves for Tuesday. There better be karaoke and PTSD counseling in my near future.
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I can see why JTD is so happy, considering where that chick's hand is creeping toward.
I also applaud you for calling out the guy on his singing (quite mean, which is to be expected).
Also, -1,000 points to KL for letting some grim dude turn the IC into his personal karaoke bar. It just goes against the whole spirit of the place. Luna, if you're going to let people come up and sing on stage - which you shouldn't, unless it's a group or some kind of special rig - they need to be:
a) female
b) attractive
c) sweet
Much like the crowd of high-class ladies who have been frequenting the Cat recently.
-A concerned citizen
we did in fact go to the IC on that ill fated evening...perhaps someone should heave not drank QUITE so much