SAN FRANCISCO- New Young Pony Club/Poopscene 12/07/06
I walk in and JJ's hair is all newly coiffed, and I'm all
Nice cut,
then I see Red on the couch and I'm all
You did a good cut
Everyone is home, then Westminster comes by with Eliot. It's slightly awkward, she's sick and stoned.
We watch Ugly Betty.
Agent is all
"How did this pass a focus group? Who said this was ok for tv? Did they even say things like 'yeah, maybe she shouldn't be REALLY ugly'?"
We decide that the plot probably just focuses on Betty's ugliness
Betty gets a makeover, then she gets in a car wreck,
but she gets a face transplant from a model
but it slides off her skull.
In our version she becomes a skinless skull on a plate with a pony tail.
Is Westminster actually horrified?
She's all
"Well I mean, what is ugly anyway?..."
I put on some diesel jeans which used to squeeze me just right but have stretched out.
I go back downstairs to grab something and Westminster is all
"You look buff..."
I try on several tight shirts then settle on an undertank with a grey cardigan with two two inch band buttons on the right side, and a vintage headband.
I reflatiron, curl lashes, apply diorshow.
I'm out of eyegloss.
Pony calls, and we make plans for me to pick him up.
Boyf decides he WILL go out, right when I'm leaving.
I scoot to Pony's.
I call him and he's all
"I'll be right down"
After five minutes I ring his bell and ram my helmet against the front gate.
It's cold.
Pony appears wearing tight new red jeans from AA, little white sneaks, a black and white plaid jacket a gentleman's hat, and sports a new haircut.
I can't figure out if I like it or not. It's more typical but does make him even handsomer. Heartmelty handsome.
He pulls on his helmet, hops on the scoot, and loosely throws his arms around my waist.
I'm all
Dude, hold on tight, are you stoned?
"No drunk..."
I thought so.
"I was trying to hide it"
I could tell
"Do I seem really dumb"
No you just seem...
"Like I'm hiding it?"
No, you just seem different, you seem like drunkle Pony.
Boyf calls because he doesn't know where Poopscene is, Pony does.
After driving around SOMA and dodging some dodgey traffic we park.
At the door the bouncer really checks id's, he wasn't sure if mine was me.
Inside the ATM is broken so I walk Pony to the bank and back. On our way out we see Rchrd Oh?! and Vanderbuilt
scooting up.
I'm all
There's Rchrd Oh?! and Vanderbuilt, I think
Pony's all
"I hope it's her, I LOVE her. Whenever she's around I have so much fun. Does she have an accent?"
No I think she just talks like that.
"Like when she says Dahling..."
Well, I think she puts that on....
"Is she a rich girl?"
I don't know, she works for LV, so maybe that's why she sounds wealthy....
Inside we find them. Drinks are $7 and nobody likes that.
Rchrd Oh?! thought it would be sold out, but it's only 2/3 full, if that.
The first band does not rock.
We go outside for smoking.
DJSleaze is here. I haven't met him but heard about him.
He kisses Rchrd Oh?! a hello on the mouth. He's straight.
Vanderbuilt is all
"Have you met him?"
No
"Host, this is Sleaze, Sleaze, Host."
Hello.
I try to ask him the name of his night at Mighty, but he's caught up in convo with Rchrd Oh?!
Vanderbuilt is all
"I think it's called Bouncing Titties..............................................BALLS!"
I laugh. She just said Balls.
She asks Sleaze if his night is called Titties or Balls,
he's all
"No, it's called Bounce"
Balls.
Vanderbuilt and I chomp it up about drinking and not drinking, doing blow and not doing blow.
Boyf shows up, on the other side of the smoking barrier, on the sidewalk.
He's wearing a parka with a grey sweater, his mustache has really come in. He looks like a molester.
It's gross. I try to imagine kissing him, but it's hard.
Ugly hot.
We relate the sad state of drink prices.
Boyf and Pony are off to get booze.
Me and Vanderbuilt head inside.
We sit with Semen.
Vanderbuilt is wearing her leather jacket over a red dress over jeans, her hair is long and sexy with long sexy bangs and glossy red lips. oh yeah, and mascara, alot.
We don't like the dj.
I text Boyf and he's outside again with Pony.
We go out to drink with them
Whiskey and Coke.
Pony tries to lean on two mopeds that are chained together but he knocks them over
one of them was leaking gasoline already, but now it really does. We can smell it.
Vanderbuilt's friend walks up right as they fall.
Semen tells about how he was at a porn shoot and some guy with an 11 inch dick
was breaking in all these young boys and their asses were bleeding.
How the boys needed the money, or something.
Collective throats gag, maybe.
Vanderbuilt is all
"Well now I'm difinitely not taking it in the ass"
We swig the drinks fast because the band should start soon.
Inside Pony and me and Boyf sqeeze towards the front.
I spot Rchrd Oh?! so we try to latch onto him, to stake a claim to some prime floor space.
I get stuck behind a shortish girl. I don't want to step in front of her.
Boyf and Pony notice I'm not next to them, in front of the girl.
Pony shrugs his shoulders at me, I make eyes at the girl
so like a fag he goes
"HOOOSSST, hey, come here"
and grabs my hand like a big homo.
I squeeze in front of the girl and mutter
You're such an asshole
to Pony.
He's been kind of fresh tonight.
New Young Pony Club takes the stage. Their name makes me think of Fine Young Cannibals.
When I was around 16 my punk rock brother brought home a tape of FYC and played it for days.
It was so out of character. So not punk rock and angry teen.
I couldn't figure him out. Like, was he trying to be weird?
The lead singer has one side of her head cut short, the rest pulled over in a sort of low po.
She's wearing a green and gold sequined shift dress with purple tights and blue slingbacks.
The key boardist wears an aqua dress with small white polka dots with bangs and a pony.
The drummer has long brown hair, a high waisted balloon skirt in brown with shoulder straps and large pring black and white gingham short sleave top. The guitarist has a t-shirt on that says "it is true" or something ina thoroughly modern font.
The bassist has button up white shirt with black stars on it, white jeans, white sunglasses, and blond longish hair parted down the middle.
The guitarist looks the oldest.
The keys aren't working but he's on the job.
After technical difficulties they start the set.
The singer has huge eyes, I think she's looking at me.
She dances by flinging her top half forward and back with arms spinning, but feet and legs planted firm.
She's singing at me, her huge eyes have got me.
NO REALLY.
At the end of the first song I want to make out with her, I want to flirt with her at a party, lean on a pool table next to her, stnad nearby as she drinks beer and goes crazy dancing.
She tells us she has a soar throat.
The girl behind me, the shortish girl is next to me. She's stuck behind a guy who's taller than me.
She keeps complaining to her friends. I almost trade with her. But none of her own friends offer to trade
or open up a better spot for her, I stand sideways so she can squeeze in a little more.
The second song is great too.
The drummer sings the high parts because the lead singer is losing her voice.
Recorded they sound way cleaner and way dancier, in like an electronic dance way. But live the singer is rawer the beats are just as good but the songs are less dance musicy more pop. I think of B52's.
I'm probably wrong though.
After the second song I can see pain on the lead singer's face.
She urges us to party.
She throws a towel to us, and one to her drummer. A great drummer.
I swear she is looking at me.
3 songs later they are done.
As they get off the stage the dj is all
"Maybe if you cheer they will play one more"
but the Guitarist draws his finger across his neck and shakes his head
really hard.
They will not play more.
Outside smoking Rchrd Oh?! says they had to cancel 5 dates of their 7 date U.S. tour.
I wonder if we just saw a one hit wonder. Will they exist or matter next year?
I get sad. I think I might be right.
They were great, but ....
Pony is all
"That singer was so hot"
I'm all
I want to make out with her. Guys, what if I'm straight
Pony punches me.
He's all
"Don't be gay. You're not straight from one girl"
I'm all
It's not like 'I would make out with her' I want, WANT to make out with her. I want to date her.
Pony does too. Maybe she sang to him too.
I guess. We were both in the same audience. He was next to me.
Fuck.
We go and dance to one song. I dance towards Vanderbuilt and say
BALLS
I think some guy is checking me out.
He's ok looking.
I go to the bathroom. My reflection is..unimpressive. My hair got flat.
Boyf and me, and Pony leave.
Pony is coming over.
We walk by where the mopeds were, there's big wet spot, it must be gasoline. We can smell it.
We walk Boyf to his bike so Pony can smoke.
On the scooter ride home Pony and I chat it up about NYC. The trip in March. At a stop he leans on me and is all
"I wish you were moving there too!"
I'm all
Me too... I don't know if I could make it there though. There are alot of distractions.
Pony is all
"I'm not going to have any friends"
Dude you are goodlooking smart and talented and you meet people so SO easy. You'll be fine.
He says that if we don't talk for two years we could talk again like nothing happened, we are those types of friends.
I'm all
I hope it doesn't come to that.
then...
Are you drunk?
"A little."
We stop at Safeway for sleeping pills and hot pockets. No. Lean pockets.
At home I eat two lean pockets then get into bed with my jeans on.
It's cold.
Nice cut,
then I see Red on the couch and I'm all
You did a good cut
Everyone is home, then Westminster comes by with Eliot. It's slightly awkward, she's sick and stoned.
We watch Ugly Betty.
Agent is all
"How did this pass a focus group? Who said this was ok for tv? Did they even say things like 'yeah, maybe she shouldn't be REALLY ugly'?"
We decide that the plot probably just focuses on Betty's ugliness
Betty gets a makeover, then she gets in a car wreck,
but she gets a face transplant from a model
but it slides off her skull.
In our version she becomes a skinless skull on a plate with a pony tail.
Is Westminster actually horrified?
She's all
"Well I mean, what is ugly anyway?..."
I put on some diesel jeans which used to squeeze me just right but have stretched out.
I go back downstairs to grab something and Westminster is all
"You look buff..."
I try on several tight shirts then settle on an undertank with a grey cardigan with two two inch band buttons on the right side, and a vintage headband.
I reflatiron, curl lashes, apply diorshow.
I'm out of eyegloss.
Pony calls, and we make plans for me to pick him up.
Boyf decides he WILL go out, right when I'm leaving.
I scoot to Pony's.
I call him and he's all
"I'll be right down"
After five minutes I ring his bell and ram my helmet against the front gate.
It's cold.
Pony appears wearing tight new red jeans from AA, little white sneaks, a black and white plaid jacket a gentleman's hat, and sports a new haircut.
I can't figure out if I like it or not. It's more typical but does make him even handsomer. Heartmelty handsome.
He pulls on his helmet, hops on the scoot, and loosely throws his arms around my waist.
I'm all
Dude, hold on tight, are you stoned?
"No drunk..."
I thought so.
"I was trying to hide it"
I could tell
"Do I seem really dumb"
No you just seem...
"Like I'm hiding it?"
No, you just seem different, you seem like drunkle Pony.
Boyf calls because he doesn't know where Poopscene is, Pony does.
After driving around SOMA and dodging some dodgey traffic we park.
At the door the bouncer really checks id's, he wasn't sure if mine was me.
Inside the ATM is broken so I walk Pony to the bank and back. On our way out we see Rchrd Oh?! and Vanderbuilt
scooting up.
I'm all
There's Rchrd Oh?! and Vanderbuilt, I think
Pony's all
"I hope it's her, I LOVE her. Whenever she's around I have so much fun. Does she have an accent?"
No I think she just talks like that.
"Like when she says Dahling..."
Well, I think she puts that on....
"Is she a rich girl?"
I don't know, she works for LV, so maybe that's why she sounds wealthy....
Inside we find them. Drinks are $7 and nobody likes that.
Rchrd Oh?! thought it would be sold out, but it's only 2/3 full, if that.
The first band does not rock.
We go outside for smoking.
DJSleaze is here. I haven't met him but heard about him.
He kisses Rchrd Oh?! a hello on the mouth. He's straight.
Vanderbuilt is all
"Have you met him?"
No
"Host, this is Sleaze, Sleaze, Host."
Hello.
I try to ask him the name of his night at Mighty, but he's caught up in convo with Rchrd Oh?!
Vanderbuilt is all
"I think it's called Bouncing Titties..............................................BALLS!"
I laugh. She just said Balls.
She asks Sleaze if his night is called Titties or Balls,
he's all
"No, it's called Bounce"
Balls.
Vanderbuilt and I chomp it up about drinking and not drinking, doing blow and not doing blow.
Boyf shows up, on the other side of the smoking barrier, on the sidewalk.
He's wearing a parka with a grey sweater, his mustache has really come in. He looks like a molester.
It's gross. I try to imagine kissing him, but it's hard.
Ugly hot.
We relate the sad state of drink prices.
Boyf and Pony are off to get booze.
Me and Vanderbuilt head inside.
We sit with Semen.
Vanderbuilt is wearing her leather jacket over a red dress over jeans, her hair is long and sexy with long sexy bangs and glossy red lips. oh yeah, and mascara, alot.
We don't like the dj.
I text Boyf and he's outside again with Pony.
We go out to drink with them
Whiskey and Coke.
Pony tries to lean on two mopeds that are chained together but he knocks them over
one of them was leaking gasoline already, but now it really does. We can smell it.
Vanderbuilt's friend walks up right as they fall.
Semen tells about how he was at a porn shoot and some guy with an 11 inch dick
was breaking in all these young boys and their asses were bleeding.
How the boys needed the money, or something.
Collective throats gag, maybe.
Vanderbuilt is all
"Well now I'm difinitely not taking it in the ass"
We swig the drinks fast because the band should start soon.
Inside Pony and me and Boyf sqeeze towards the front.
I spot Rchrd Oh?! so we try to latch onto him, to stake a claim to some prime floor space.
I get stuck behind a shortish girl. I don't want to step in front of her.
Boyf and Pony notice I'm not next to them, in front of the girl.
Pony shrugs his shoulders at me, I make eyes at the girl
so like a fag he goes
"HOOOSSST, hey, come here"
and grabs my hand like a big homo.
I squeeze in front of the girl and mutter
You're such an asshole
to Pony.
He's been kind of fresh tonight.
New Young Pony Club takes the stage. Their name makes me think of Fine Young Cannibals.
When I was around 16 my punk rock brother brought home a tape of FYC and played it for days.
It was so out of character. So not punk rock and angry teen.
I couldn't figure him out. Like, was he trying to be weird?
The lead singer has one side of her head cut short, the rest pulled over in a sort of low po.
She's wearing a green and gold sequined shift dress with purple tights and blue slingbacks.
The key boardist wears an aqua dress with small white polka dots with bangs and a pony.
The drummer has long brown hair, a high waisted balloon skirt in brown with shoulder straps and large pring black and white gingham short sleave top. The guitarist has a t-shirt on that says "it is true" or something ina thoroughly modern font.
The bassist has button up white shirt with black stars on it, white jeans, white sunglasses, and blond longish hair parted down the middle.
The guitarist looks the oldest.
The keys aren't working but he's on the job.
After technical difficulties they start the set.
The singer has huge eyes, I think she's looking at me.
She dances by flinging her top half forward and back with arms spinning, but feet and legs planted firm.
She's singing at me, her huge eyes have got me.
NO REALLY.
At the end of the first song I want to make out with her, I want to flirt with her at a party, lean on a pool table next to her, stnad nearby as she drinks beer and goes crazy dancing.
She tells us she has a soar throat.
The girl behind me, the shortish girl is next to me. She's stuck behind a guy who's taller than me.
She keeps complaining to her friends. I almost trade with her. But none of her own friends offer to trade
or open up a better spot for her, I stand sideways so she can squeeze in a little more.
The second song is great too.
The drummer sings the high parts because the lead singer is losing her voice.
Recorded they sound way cleaner and way dancier, in like an electronic dance way. But live the singer is rawer the beats are just as good but the songs are less dance musicy more pop. I think of B52's.
I'm probably wrong though.
After the second song I can see pain on the lead singer's face.
She urges us to party.
She throws a towel to us, and one to her drummer. A great drummer.
I swear she is looking at me.
3 songs later they are done.
As they get off the stage the dj is all
"Maybe if you cheer they will play one more"
but the Guitarist draws his finger across his neck and shakes his head
really hard.
They will not play more.
Outside smoking Rchrd Oh?! says they had to cancel 5 dates of their 7 date U.S. tour.
I wonder if we just saw a one hit wonder. Will they exist or matter next year?
I get sad. I think I might be right.
They were great, but ....
Pony is all
"That singer was so hot"
I'm all
I want to make out with her. Guys, what if I'm straight
Pony punches me.
He's all
"Don't be gay. You're not straight from one girl"
I'm all
It's not like 'I would make out with her' I want, WANT to make out with her. I want to date her.
Pony does too. Maybe she sang to him too.
I guess. We were both in the same audience. He was next to me.
Fuck.
We go and dance to one song. I dance towards Vanderbuilt and say
BALLS
I think some guy is checking me out.
He's ok looking.
I go to the bathroom. My reflection is..unimpressive. My hair got flat.
Boyf and me, and Pony leave.
Pony is coming over.
We walk by where the mopeds were, there's big wet spot, it must be gasoline. We can smell it.
We walk Boyf to his bike so Pony can smoke.
On the scooter ride home Pony and I chat it up about NYC. The trip in March. At a stop he leans on me and is all
"I wish you were moving there too!"
I'm all
Me too... I don't know if I could make it there though. There are alot of distractions.
Pony is all
"I'm not going to have any friends"
Dude you are goodlooking smart and talented and you meet people so SO easy. You'll be fine.
He says that if we don't talk for two years we could talk again like nothing happened, we are those types of friends.
I'm all
I hope it doesn't come to that.
then...
Are you drunk?
"A little."
We stop at Safeway for sleeping pills and hot pockets. No. Lean pockets.
At home I eat two lean pockets then get into bed with my jeans on.
It's cold.
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