Ooooh! The World Premiere!
Andy(?) from YTV. Good ol' Andy(?)
Dr Dastardly
Ooh! Dorksquad! I went on a date! I forgot to blog about it the other night. Went out with some friends of ours and discovered that we've all forgotten how to go on a date. So. We went for dinner at a little cajun place. Twas good. Then we decided karaoke would be the big ticket event of the night (because that is how awesome we are), ending up in a bizarre japanese sushi/private roomed, campy, sketchy, orange walled, karaoke joint with cucaracha & skiing movies playing during the karaoke. That was fun for an hour. I expected Uma Thurman to break in and kill us all.
Then off to see the saddest blues band I've ever seen. I don't mean sad like, "Hey, they've really got the blues!"- I mean sad like.. "OMG, the old guy is having a seizure, quick! Put your wallet in his mouth!" Yikes for them. However, the gaggle of aging ladies-of-the-night, as it were, were entertaining to watch from the balcony. They were spectacularly uncoordinated and playing air piano along with the band (who didn't have a piano). Hilarious. We did the walk of shame, averting our eyes from the band & ladies and got out of there, then home we went, another weird, romantical date night under our belts.
The End.
Then off to see the saddest blues band I've ever seen. I don't mean sad like, "Hey, they've really got the blues!"- I mean sad like.. "OMG, the old guy is having a seizure, quick! Put your wallet in his mouth!" Yikes for them. However, the gaggle of aging ladies-of-the-night, as it were, were entertaining to watch from the balcony. They were spectacularly uncoordinated and playing air piano along with the band (who didn't have a piano). Hilarious. We did the walk of shame, averting our eyes from the band & ladies and got out of there, then home we went, another weird, romantical date night under our belts.
The End.
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