Well, in an effort to sort of avert some of my melancholy at the fact that I will be on a train back to Milwaukee within two hours, I suppose I should describe some more of the insanity that occured this weekend.
So,Saturday night I went to the Terminal Bliss show.I had already planned on going to the show but when I heard that a friend of mine was going to be dressed as a clown,and when I heard just how wrong some of his other clown acts have been and that this truly was the *last*clown appearance ever I knew I *had*to go.
It was the most fucked up thing Ive ever seen.
I had about five shots of tequila rose before I left the house.I topped that off with about two or three shots of mezcal.After having an adventure on the red line,where the trains were backed up for an hour and I waged a bet with my ex after the train turned express and it was announced(quite loudly I might add)that it was an express about twenty zillion times--the bet was that *someone*would still bitch that they missed their stop and I was almost to the bryn mawr stop--where the express ended---I was what would have been two stops away when a woman starts flipping out because it didnt stop at wilson..then looking at me oddly because I started a long string of profanities at the fact that I lost the bet...lost my free drink...
So I got to Morseland and then switched over to Cuervo shots,washed down with cranberry and southern comfort.
I was chatting it up at the bar with some fellow list members when we stopped mid stream at the sight of the most terrifying looking clown we'd ever seen.And he was carrying a trout.
And then the show began.The clown screamed about killing the mimes with syphillis and doing rather obscene things with trout. I sat,transfixed,horrified realizing that any sane person would have fled for their life by now,but the madness was too great,it was hypnotic and all I could do was sit there and have convulsions.