Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.



So who has two thumbs, a sparkly Mexican Lampshade Skirt, and is going to see Hank Williams III on November 3?

This guy.

G. Monkey was going to surprise me by simply leaving tickets around her house, but it was too late. I had spied the October club schedule on her kitchen countertop. I think I literally screamed with glee. It's a Thursday show, so I believe I'm going to take Friday off. I love the old school country stuff, and I like the hellbilly metal too.

Because, really. There are only about 3 shows I really get stoked about at the club, and that's just because I'm a pathetic homebody. Hank III, The All Mighty Senators, the Rev. Horton Heat, and that's kinda it. Henry Rollins doesn't come by that often, neither does Brave Combo, so I take what I can get, where I can get it. So I am thrillllllled!

Oh, and what did I wake up to this morning? An email from Bosslady.
Not going there.

I have a delightful Saturday planned, of hitting the fabric outlet, reading the stack of magazines I snagged from work (and catching up on New Yorkers) and fixing the screwed up rows on both Samus and Branching Out. Yarr.


Blogger Fiber said...

Do tell about the email.
Did it contain the words "dry-erase board?"

2:32 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Crazy ex bosslady sent me an email that said something along the lines of "Gee, I hope you're OK, and I really miss talking about the mission of the organization and our weekly messages and the event was such a big success thanks to your hard work and please let me know how you are blah blah blah" (in approximately the same crazy way...)

I wonder if I ignore it, maybe she'll die too?*

Basically, I know it drives her batshit insane that I refuse to contact her or have anything else to do with her. Because 1. I know she's fucking CRAZY, and 2. she will suck my ass back into whatever crazy bullshit she's up to, and I really do NOT have time for that.

*No, I don't really hope she dies.

4:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

See you at the 'Meleon for Hank!

12:53 AM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Anon, you back yet? See, the weather stopped sucking dead dog member yesterday- aren't you thrilled?

And I am ALL up in the Hank show. In fact, I'm so far up in it, I'm practically coming back out the man's nostrils... creepy really, but hey...

4:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The best was last time, when I thanked Hank for repeatedly coming to "my club", when I just meant the venue I've been frequenting since 1991. He quickly took it to mean the club that I own and assured me he'd keep coming back as long as I'd have him.

I'm back Tuesday night, by the way.

5:23 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

Hee! See, and I was all thrilled when I got to chill with the slide guitar player a few incarnations of the band back. I have YET to get to meet the inimitable Mr. Williams III. This time, perhaps... G. Monkey keeps promising me a photo op, and believe me, I will so take it. That? Would be incredible.

Also? Shooter Jennings is coming in November. Push me over with a feather, because I would so like to check that out as well.

5:50 PM  

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