dan's silver leaf: host of denton's drunkest old man ever!




polls by mengtar, voted best body art.



turns out my boys came through and hooked me up with ticket for 311 and snoop.

fucking. badass.

from the top:

met up with mAx and his girl and their friends.

pregamed.

drove to dallas and stopped at a liquor store with a decently scary bathroom.




note that the toilet paper is several feet from the toilet... less than ideal.



and someone tagged the trashcan... i hope that's not habitual.




stopped at william's chicken ((in the hood)) and was harrassed by a man we weren't sure was a customer or manager. he would switch between greeting customers and yelling at the kitchen. "WUZZA HOULP?!?" ((which we deciphered as "what is the hold up?")) "WUZZA HOULP??!? ay, houya doon? WUZZA HOULP?!? LINE ONE! DINNAS OUT!" he asked another group of all-male concert-goers if they had any white women with them. i felt awkward being the only white girl.



pregamed more in the parking lot.



common sense was walking around the lot looking for a ticket.

a band called full service has been following the tour and playing in the lot. they had a bit of a so-cal feel. v. hip. the drummer had cut an octopus into the front head on his kickbass. its tentacles wiggled when he played.

they're bassist was waay too metal for their rhcp vibe and you could tell he was just wanting to shred and bang and jump. later he did. i was excited. also, he looked like pickles.





i wasn't allowed to bring my camera, but i could have shown you photos of snoops balls we were so close! he was hands down the best rapper i've seen live.

shortly in we passed some js.

snoop's uncle junebug is probably 70 years old and dances like a little rascal.



BUT didn't compare to 311. chad sexton had THREE zildjian spiral trashes! ((RIDICULOUS)) AND a set of marching quads mounted. ((over the top by definition)) and of course we didn't leave without seeing peanut beat that thing.

shortly into 311 randomstrangertomyleftx asked for my lighter and passed to me waay too many times. the perfect enhancement to an incredible show.

both bands have been around forever and played plenty mix of their whole discology. fucking amazing.



i hope i don't have a black eye in the morning... STYLEE!

defying physics, i find myself much less attractive the more i drink.

but tonight was of great irony.

i went to rubber gloves for art fusion night with a dude i met at andys last night. turns out he's waay more interesting after... wait... no... he's just uninteresting.

tonight's art medium was nude body painting. and who would be modeling but my bff!!!

she approached me while i was talking about something of minimal interest with lamedudefromandys and told me that she was one of the models for art fusion night and immediately added that she thought she was preggers5000. don't caere.

rx and tx are regulars at rubber gloves, and tx is one of the regular artists.

tx mostly painted anatomical inside-out-man-stylee. prior to hearing the preggers story, she drew a fetus on ariel's stomach. AWKWARD! i jetted shortly after. i'm sure she totally thinks i squealed, but that's someting only blog-gossip and homeboy-telling worthy.

whatevs.

jx showed up with my favorite italian and we will see batman via imax tomorrow because i was officially fucked out of 311 and snoop.

ya'll can fuck yourselves.

with best friend in jail and rx leaving the og, it's becoming more difficult to work there.




((yep, all clear))




are those birthday titties i see?? why, yes! as a matter of fact they are!



if anyone knows of a kickin position opening somewhere, let me know.





openings in LA and chitown will also be considered.

one day i will get a camera and show pictures of my amazing car and exceptionally cute hair.

until then...

so last night was pumpkin head's last night in texas. hit up hooligans ((where i still can't drink until i get my ID back... bitches)) and then to andy's to watch bballamike sing. he did a great job until some drunk non-friend decided to try singing with him. i'd have taken a great video of non-friend trying to sing and knowing he wasn't good so he turned the microphone away during all of the high barely in range screamy parts. also, he was bad.

i tried to find my pumpkin afterwards but he had left for ihop. i had every intention of joining him, but ran into the original ax and was swept away by the idea of another round of ((free)) drinks at boiler room.

the original ax said:

so are do you want to come over tonight?

mengtar said:

no, i have to go home.

the original ax said:

come on, you know you want this...

mengtar said:

well... my crotch is still exploding. ((lie))

the original ax said:

i have a shower.

mengtar said:

ew. ((not a lie))

meanwhile, homeboy is standing three feet away. it's always pretty awkward being propositioned for sex when i'm out with him.

i had to give him a ride home because he was too drunklor, where he continued to try touching me and taking out his weewee for me to touch. i managed to decline.

we also ran into my bff, but she un-facebook friended me, so i didn't feel the need to say hi or try to out-fake-nice her.

it's art-fusion night at rubber gloves again. i'm supposed to be joining rx and tx, but just realized this afternoon that i won't be able to get in without my id. fuck this shit.

it's time for rum.

in honor of working double-shifts the past three days, i decided to celebrate by getting schwasted each night and barely sleeping.

it was for the best.

made it out to rubber gloves for the first time ever, and it was pretty alright. perfectly dive and IN denton. ((anyplace that regularly serves dollar peebers ((also referred to as pbr's or pabst blue ribbons, for you southern-folk)) is officially an a-okay dive in the book of mengtar)) met up with rx and tx and their friend from austin. the last wednesday of every month is apparently art night. five people draw on canvases for five minutes then rotate to the right to add to the next persons' drawing. pretty kickass.





also, i think this guy also did the illustrations for the music video of aha's take on me.



also, tx is amazing and i would offer to braid her hair, but it was already done.



i talked to a lot of strangers that bought me a lot of shots and i was a lot of okay with it and will never remember any of them and they will approach me in public in the near future like in the produce aisle of my grocery store where i will be forced to pretend that i enjoyed it.




also, rx'saustinfriendx worked on special effects in the new incredible hulk videogame.

mengtar said:

isn't almost EVERYTHING in videogames special effects? what was your actual contribution?

rx'saustinfriendx said:

i added blood and explosions.

mengtar said:

he demands things to be awesome.



((sorry, ladies, he's taken))



post-rubber gloves awesomeness, tx drove my car back to my house as i was ((un))deniably drunklor for post-bar drinking.





windsor + cream soda = mengtar never leaving the house.




i don't remember much else happening after that other than rx reappearing from the backyard to see his girlfriend and i displaying our titties. un-suprising un-awkward.



((special note: titties were further explosed than photographed))

no. this is NOT batman.



last night was a different night of sorts.

i was again accompanied by rx, tx, and rx'saustinfriendx to throw bones and watch the golden compass.

fuck you, i love nicole kidman.

if the golden compass had been filmed with our drunken commentary, it would have been award-winning. but it did feature a polar bear with a whiskey dependency...

holy shit! my attic creature IS MY GOLDEN COMPASS DEMON!

does chris weitz read my blog? ((don't you dare comment on how he was only the director and didn't write the book or the script just fucking get over yourself))

((groundbreaking))



as much as i still want it, i'm no longer allowed to get this tattoo because apparently every hipster in the world already has it and i don't hang out with hipsters. go back to art6 and work on your cause.



also, i would like to offer a public apology to rx for crossing the line of homester-status. i'm glad you were cool with it, but it's not something you'd have to worry about in the future. the chain is on it.

this is not my butt.



this is my summer: