This weekend is Oktoberscoot (http://www.drizzle.com/~vespaman) and tonight, as part of it, was mod night, with DJs and bands. It didn't really live up to what I was hoping for. All in all, it was pretty lame. There were a couple of girls there who have the coveted honor of having dated me, which sorta reminded me of the last few years in Phoenix, when I kept running in to ex-girlfriends and old high school friends everywhere I went. Strange. Aside from them, there were a lot of scooter people, but nobody I was really excited about seeing, except, of course, for my own club. I loves my monkey bretheren. There were also a bunch of super scene-atic hipster idiots there who dressed the part and acted the part to the best of their abilities but, as usual, do not impress me. Don't get me wrong now, I'm all for going full bore on whatever you're into, but when your enjoyment of your evening is clearly hindered by your need to out-mod or out-hip or out-whatever all the other scenesters, then maybe it's time to step back and realize how ridiculous you look. Yeah, getting dressed up nice and rolling in with some cool vintage stuff on is always cool, but save the contest for halloween. And while I'm on this, here's a tip for all you super-catty bitches who incessantly talk nothing but shit about each other and try to pick each other apart behind your respective backs: you're FUCKING BORING ME. Please pick a topic other than a)how fucking rad you look, or b)how fucking rad [insert "friend"'s name here] does not look.
Whew... Well, that was more bitching than I really intended to do. Really, I just wanted to state that I am really retarded.