nemeses

With Easter rapidly approaching, many are plotting the dastardly demise of those furthest from and most poison to their hearts. Or is that just me?

I went into the Peacock, one of Austin's hippest little sunspots of hotness, on Thursday night to check out an event there. Let me explain something briefly about this establishment: I recently referenced it as a bar I liked and would go to again. I don't really know why I did this; perhaps the last time I went there I was bump'in' in the bafroom (note: if you can snag the seat facing the bathroom line, you can entertain yourself for hours trying to figure out who just did a line and who didn't). The vibe is not really 'friendly' or 'cool,' but rather 'dismal,' 'transparent,' and 'vapid.' Aside from this dazzling array of lovable characteristic, there were two things that especially crawled under my skin:

1.) The presence of this noxious, bitchass bartenderess, who must have remembered that she tweakingly told me I was an asshole when she misunderstood something I said eons ago, because she continued to look at me as if I were the devil and serve any and all people who came up to the bar after I was standing there. Seriously, I know your methadone is wearing off, but please fuck the fuck off.

2.) EVEN WORSE, this hip-drip who works at Waterloo (the official music store of connoiseurs and assholes alike) who I am slightly obsessed with hating (whenever I get him at the register, I strive to out-disdain him) starts spinning his set for this event shortly after I arrived. I slammed my beer and walked out.

So, this just in: I fucking hate the Peacock. Luckily, it's nowhere near my neighborhood, so I have absofuckinglutely no reason to ever pass that way again.

I did end up wandering downtown and checking out The Elephant Room, which felt like the first 'real bar' I've been to in months. Not some new piece of shit trying to masquerade as a bar of character and personality, but a REAL bar that was really dank and underground. I fucking loved it - it felt like I walked into New Orleans when I got there. And my friend JD was working the night away, so I grabbed a table next to the bar and did my best to distract her while ordering an entirely unnecessary array of drinks. Well, maybe not so unnecessary.

In other news...I saw a film called The Dying Gaul, and I must inform you...it's shit. I love Patty Clarkson, lord knows everyone loves Peter Saarsgard, but...that doesn't really help conquer the implausability and general badness of the film's writing. There are all these faux-edgy internet chatting scenes between two of the characters and it's just...laaaaame. Well directed, I guess? I mean, it looked cool, and the sets were awesome. There was just so many details of motivation and conflict and outcome that were just absolutely tossed out the window. Endorsement: denied!