So, I guess it's pizza and, OH YEAH! chatrooms!
Saturday, July 13, 2002
grrrrrrrrrrr. I should've known not to try going out 2 Saturday nights in a row. But this group called Northern State was playing in the neighborhood, several friends were going, and they're supposed to be a fun 3-female white Long Island hip-hop whatever. Despite having a bit of a headache as I awoke from my 2nd nap of the day, got all cleaned up, shoved a few bucks in my pocket, and I'm off on my bike. Get there, and I'm asked for I.D. Grrrrrrrrrrrr! I explain that I don't have ID, that I am in my 40's, and without even looking at me, he says "don't care, need ID" - GRRRRRRRRRRRR!