Weekend, Wrapped Up

DUUUUUDE!

I'm not even sure if it was legal how much fun I had this past weekend. There were a few highlights. Here they are:

The Turnaround vs. Immediate at the Barbary is easily the best dance party going on in this town. I consistently have a great time at this jawn and this month's installment was no exception. Philly's own Spank Rock helmed the wheels of steel for a set. Yes, it was crowded so the jostle factor was high. Yes, I danced on the stage right by the fog machine which made me feel like I was at an eighth grade dance. And yes, I drank two Sparks in quick succession (which is something that I swore I would never do again because it's a terrible idea).

Amanda Blank showed up which was a treat cause I love that girl. She always cracks me up. I gushed that I listen to her raps when I get dolled up because it inspires me to beautify. She laughed politely.

But, the best part of the night came right at the end. I was milling around the front of the stage as everything was winding down when I scoped Mr. Spank Rock tucked away in the corner kinda dancing by himself. I turned my body towards him and smiled. He was feelin' it. We started boppin around together so I wrapped my arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around my waist and with that we started dancing to some Jackson 5.

I have to say, he is easily one of the best dancers I've ever had the pleasure to dance with. He spun me around a few times and it was...magical. I know he usually gets it on with strippers and girls from, shall we say, a "low scene," but homeboy has got some tight moves. Those hips did not lie! I'm not even sure what that means!

I've had guys tell me that they were good dancers before, but this one was the real deal Holyfield. It was like dancing with James Bond if James Bond was wearing huge '80s glasses, a button down cardigan and was, well, a great dancer.

Some girl cut in after our song ended which bummed me out for .03 seconds but it was fine. Thanks for the dance, Spank Rock! Who knew you were such a class act?

Last night, Jenna and I decided to head over to Johnny Brenda's to check out Pissed Jeans. I didn't know much about them going into it because I've had my head buried in the world of mallpunk for so long. Shannon showed me a picture of them on her iPhone and they all were shirtless and sweaty. Cool, count me in.

This show was pretty much a Dudes 'R' Us event. There were guys everywhere. It was a total sausage party: beards and beers for sure. Jenna and I stood right up front and we had a blast. The singer kept doing funny things like humping the air for half a song and we were cracking up. He did this thing where he had two water bottles in each of his back pockets and every time he did a little tushy shake to the drumbeat the water would swish back and forth. It was really funny. No one else was laughing. God, I forgot how serious everyone is at rock shows. Jeez.

The band sported some huge, throbbing, monster, sludge guitar riffs. I liked the energy. Well done, Pissed Jeaners. Now I see what all the fuss is about.

Thanks to my grrrls for being so rad. I had an amazing time with Jenna and Shannon, as always. I'm the luckiest girl in the world cause my friends are the BEST!