Well, Johnny Rad Fest was pretty damn rad! Props to Tyrone of the Clean Cuts and his buddy Ernie for putting on 4 days of bangin’ music in good ole SD. Can’t beat cool venues like the Tower Bar and The Kensington Club, good shit. The launch ramp BBQ contest was a great way to start Saturday’s festivities, with Shannon and The Clams playing in the Tower, as well as some other band. If anyone knows the name of the first band that played, let me know. I rather liked them! Leading on into the hot mess at the Ken Club the place was packed and all the bands played some great tunes. My favs: The Atoms, Digital Leather (nice short shorts boys) and of course The Spits tore it up like always.
Good night except for the hag that decided to pick on me at a lil after-party. Girls can be soooo lame. I guess confidence and knowledge can be a bit intimidating to those that are insecure (and awkward looking). So what do they do? Hate. Bitch made a fuss about my undergarments. Yeah, I know, how petty. So I had a light pink dress on in which calls for panties that match the color of you skin (you know how it goes girls) so their not noticeable. She calls me out like a trailer park crack head hollering at their kid, “Why don’t you put some panties on you’re not even wearing any!” I was like is this bitch fo realz!? Sure enough I lift a corner of my dress and low and behold, nude colored booty shorts! Continues to be a bitch so I call her out for the “ugly old lady” that she is. Whoa! Here she comes swinging, yep my first chick fight (if that’s what you would call it). I guess when you call a woman in her mid 30’s an old lady and you’re still in your late 20’s rockin’, they come at ya like a bat out of hell! But, no harm was done, face still flawless baish.
In the words of a wise man, “If you’re not getting hated on, you ain’t doing a good job.” Thanks.