Pretty Girls, Pretty Boys

So Ticketmaster was able to cancel my Buzzcocks tix and reissue them such that I could pick 'em up at the show, and so Nina and I went to Warsaw last Tuesday. I'd never been there before -- my understanding is that it used to be the site of a Polish National Home, but that it really isn't anymore? Not sure. They serve pierogies, though, and this sweetish Polish beer. The opening bands weren't listed, but the one directly before The 'Cocks was this L.A. band called The Adored. They were basically awful.

The Buzzcocks were every bit as gross and old as they look in the pictures I'd seen of them, particularly Pete Shelley, who, believe it or not, actually used to be pretty handsome, but they played a really tight set (though Pete Shelley couldn't quite seem to keep up vocally with certain songs) and played basically all of Singles Going Steady as an encore. The crowd was awesome -- a mix of hipsters and sort of middle-aged punks (and a set of fairly elderly ladies who really liked The Adored) but all very lively and dancing around, much to the irritation of the enormous Polish bouncer, who kept having to dive into the pit and pull some errant mosher out by his neck. I got hit in the face; I literally almost clocked this drunk blonde woman who wouldn't stop trying to pick a fight with Nina. Hormones and that.

It was my birthday on Saturday! Since, believe it or not, it was Sophie's on Sunday, we threw a joint birthday party in Prospect Park and invited all of our friends -- and they all came! (Well, with a few notable (and forgivable) exceptions.) It was kind of shockingly well-attended. But we planned ahead and bought like twenty lbs. of ground chuck and hauled that gross little hibachi grill out of my closet. I cooked hot dogs and hamburgers for all comers, and I don't think I gave anyone food poisoning. Thanks for coming, everyone! I have pictures somewhere -- p'raps I'll post them later. It's sort of hard to keep this thing updated. I feel like I'm always busy, even though I do practically nothing.

Loot-wise, I got really nice and thoughtful presents from everyone, including Tom who got me Red Roses for Me by The Pogues, which features my new favorite song, Transmetropolitan:

This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time
And we'll be here til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down
In the summer of the year

I went through a stretch in high school where I was telling everyone that I didn't think I'd make it to 25. It wasn't for any particular reason -- I didn't have any specific awful thing in mind, though I did want to kill myself pretty bad off and on for a stretch -- but nonetheless it's sort of a pleasant surprise to be here. Hi, everyone.