I Saw Banksy!

My little sissy and I got to see Interpol on Saturday.  Woot!  We had to take BART which is like the San Francisco Bay Area’s version of the subway in New York, only it’s way over-priced and thus, sort of stupid.  Anyway, funny side story:  these two guys got on the train (wearing hoodies), sat down, started bouncing up in down in their seats so hard that the seats were shaking,  and sang along to some song with the lyrics “supersoak that ho” on their ipods.  Then one of them got up and started singing “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”  Badly. Off key and shit.  Everyone was laughing.  Ha Ha.  Me too.    Then they  got off on Powell Street and bytched about people crowding onto the train before allowing those who wanted to get off to go ahead and get off.

Interpol!   The Liars opened. All I remember about The Liars is that the lead singer is tall, thin, and off his tits.  I don’t remember a damn song.  It was like an interrupted set of  white noise, except it wasn’t calming.  It was funny because he kept telling us how many songs they had left.  “Two more songs!”  Hahahahahaha.  “One more song.” Hahahahahahahaha.

Oh!   We met up with Stella and her boyfriend and two of her buddies.  Peoples:  Stella is gorgeous and sweet and she bought me a pin button that says “SLAG”!   Ha!   Also, her boyfriend is sweet and adorable and so are her buddies.

Banksy wore his hair tucked behind his ears. Thumbs down!  Oh well!  He’s still hot and still sessy.  (By the way, tomorrow’s  Banksy Mess Report will be about his hair.)  The sound was a little off, but still whatevs, I dug it and had a good time.  And they did a bunch of songs from all the albums wah wah wah.  We were parked near Daniel Kessler.  He’s cute!  I only saw Carrrlos  D. a few times and Sam Fogarino just about never — some tall ass bytches were in the pit.  Wankers!   The show was luscious.  When it was over (sob), Sam said that we were the “best phucking audience.”  Blushes.  Then I went backstage and Paul Banks tried to kiss me.  Just Kidding!

Sissy bought a hot T-shirt.   Stella and her hot crew ditched us halfway through the show (ha hahahahahah), but we found each other later, and I had to hop on BART with sissy so our arses woulnd’t get stranded because my SF buddies were out of town or something.  Whatevers.   Stella said she stayed a bit later by the tour bus and actually got some pics with Banksy.  Of that, I am going to be jealous forevers and evers and evers….

Stella!   Thanks again for the “Slag” pin button!   I’m going to wear that all the time, even  on my job interviews. 

Peace, all ye bytches! 

* None of our pics came out well.  Sorry.  So I chose this one of Pauly because it kinda looks  like a hologram.  In my world, that’s cool.  If that’s not cool in your world, I feel badly for you.

** Interpol forevers!