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08/22/00
Beer Bong BlowingLed Zepplin, The Modern Lovers and T Rex. The kitchen rocked as Candy and I prepared for an evening of glitter bands playing in the less than desirable North Beach. If there was ever a place for lecherous fraternity types, much as the Castro houses homos, it would be North Beach. Drunken banker boys jacked up over all the T&A their quarters can shake...Its not pretty and neither are they, so im told.
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Some dot com was throwing the night, handing out lil glitter packets that some mistook for lube. Oops. Candy was especially tickled since she likes free stuff. I liked the LA Guns shirt she let me borrow. The glitter was all in an effort for the audience to outglam the bands which turned more glam, more Manson meets Bolan, with each act. Candy informed me that the front'man' to the final act, Blue Period, was really a guy, rather than the slutty girl incognito he appeared to be. Its sodom by the bay, I wasn't surprised. |
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