Thu, 19 May 2005

mister racecar
Seth and Dave(1) though it would be a good way to meet new ladyfriends if they opened up a dance club and advertised by hosting a DANCE PARTY show on cable access every Friday morning. Dave(1) finally worked his way through a messy divorce and somehow ended up with about nine square feet of warehouse space in the deal, and Seth stole thirty pounds of silver glitter from the dumpster behind the costume shop, which basically meant they already had about sixty percent of the job done. Seth asked if he could borrow my mixer and some speakers and I asked if I could dj and he said no, but I still owe Seth some money so I wasn’t really in a position to be all persnickety. The local cable access channel lets you rent equipment the police confiscated from god only knows what kinda horrible scene and they’ll bring the hammer down if you try to pawn it, which was fine by Seth and Dave(1), who spent the day rigging a glitter fan and practicing their best Club MTV upskirt zooms on a mannequin they found behind the warehouse dressed in a garbage bag. Somehow between the nausea-inducing cable access show and the difficult (at best) musical tastes of Seth and Dave(1) it was assumed this was actually some kinda artnik hipster scene and soon enough every weekend the place reached capacity (five scenesters, six if they’re bulimic) and turned enough profit to let Seth and Dave(1) quit their teaching jobs, which means it’s time for those suckers to give me back my mixer.
(12:24.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #