Morningwood has won the title of “Best Live Band In The World” – in my opinion at least. They blew the roof off that motherfuckin’ House Of Blues. Chantal is a total wild woman. I seriously want to have her child. How can you not love a woman who says “your mom’s big fucking vagina”, or jumps into the crowd so they can manhandle her breasts, or slaps half naked boys on the stage, or talks shit to the security & management in the middle of a song? There is no one like her... no one! I do have to say that her best quote of the night was “Riot Girls? I hate that term. That is a term for girls who don’t fuck boys”. Hells yea.
The Sounds pulled in a great show, surprisingly. I was very pleased by Maja & the boys. It looked as if she was channeling Terri Nunn with her pale skin, blonde flipped feathered hair, black top, black shorts, and heels. Maja did officially win me over about 45 minutes into the concert when she dropped her microphone during a song and stage dove head first into the crowd. Those lucky bastards in the front row! The boys in the band were definitely something to look at that... especially the two skinny boys that Woods was drooling over. Fancy a little Swede eh? From the looks of it, a “little” would be an understatement. Growl. When their set ended, I had this uncontrollable desire to go shopping at IKEA. Damn those Swedes!
The only thing that sucked at the HOB was the “twenty one and over” area – which was directly behind the “roped” off VIP section. All tho during Morningwood everyone in that section remained seated. But once The Sounds started, all the drunken bitches stood up dancing around. That ruined the pretty clear view I had of the stage... along with everyone else’s who was crammed up there drinking. We were not happy campers. In order to better our view, Woods decided to throw ice, limes, and crumpled napkins at them in order to get them to sit down. A few other people around him started to throw various items at them as well until the nice female security guard came by and asked Woods to stop or he would be thrown out. Of course Woods stopped... as did everyone else, but that didn’t change the fact that we were all irritated. At that point, Woods and I decided to head down to the “all ages area”. Luckily, we were able to find a nice space in the back with a clear view.
After the show, I convinced Woods to head over to Numbers, err, I mean The Flame. Honestly, I can’t tell them apart anymore. They both look the same inside! Seriously. And what is with that VIP section? For five bucks more, I can listen to dance music. Huh? At least the drinks were semi-good. After Numbers, damn it, I mean The Flame, we hit up Rich’s which was equally lame. Yawn. The highlight of the late night festivities was the Rolled Potato Tacos. Welcome to gay nightlife in San Diego.
Oh the horror of Numbers, shit, I mean The Flame!
Nothing like a little lick to spark up the evening.
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