About two months back I blogged about an old housemate of mine and how much I missed him. Today, I ran into him in Dolores Park. He was walking with his boyfriend and bandmate. Bandmate? Ohhhh, right. The band that he started with a few other housemates as, I was pretty sure, a joke, is up and running and apparently not a joke any more than the general lives of its members are jokes. That is to say, they might be, but they're also real.
Holy shit! They have a website. They have a mailing list. They have a CD? They have shows? All right, guys, it's on. You play a show, anywhere within my extensive transit-taking range, and I'll be there. I'll probably be jumping up and down on both feet and giggling maniacally just because of being so excited, but I'll attempt to also pay attention to the show itself. I miss you! And you're doing something cool! Squeals of excitement are even now trying to emanate from me! (Hey, cut that out, I'm supposed to be working here.)
Posted by dianna at February 14, 2005 01:15 PMdianna, the band groupie: a site to behold.
dude, we need to form a club. the dianna-and-michele-who-are-always-at-work-club.
p.s. i luuuuv being a band groupie, so if you need someone to hold the spare underwear which you are planning on flinging at the stage, count me in.
Posted by: michele at February 14, 2005 01:43 PMOh, if there's ever a band worthy of flung underwear, this has got to be it. It's composed between 30 and 50 percent of people I used to have huge crushes on. I might need to stock up on extra underwear just so I have enough to fling.
I'm glad you're always at work. I'd have no one to talk to during the day otherwise.
Posted by: Dianna at February 14, 2005 01:48 PMwell, i'm glad you post so much every day. i'd have nothing to read otherwise.
i dub our club: The Underwear Bandits. no ex-working hippies allowed.
sometimes we might have to iron our panties in this club. (go, go happosai!)
hmm, possibly our name should be The Ironed Panties.
Posted by: michele at February 14, 2005 02:24 PMT.U.B. or T.I.P.?
ooh! or The Ironed Thong Skivvies. hur hur hur hur...
Posted by: michele at February 14, 2005 02:27 PMOh my god, you're having way too much fun with this.
I don't think I'm having anything to do with thongs, though. How about Bikinis On Or Behind Stage?
Posted by: Dianna at February 14, 2005 03:34 PMFINALLY, a little appreciation for my hard at work acronym scheming brain.
i do like B.O.O.B.S., but i'm still so fond of how The Ironed Panties sounds. i might have to stick with T.I.P. even without the delightful innuendos.
Posted by: michele at February 14, 2005 03:51 PMHOLY SHIT. Being now at home, I just finally downloaded and listened to their songs.
I lived with these people for two fucking years and never knew they actually played instruments! Well, I guess that's not quite true. I knew Justin had a drum set in the basement. The rest of them, though, once they're done having my underwear thrown at them, will have some serious explaining to do about why they never made me aware of their musical inclinations.
Posted by: Dianna at February 14, 2005 07:34 PM