Don't blog angry just blog

Right, so today I had an appointment and for those not in "the know" when I say appointment, I mean audition/callback. Lucky for me this was a callback, meaning that I did decently at an audition. Unlucky for me was that my callback did not go as well as I hoped it would go and now I'm drinkin whiskey. But this isn't going to turn into some kind of pathetic cry for validation of my talent, this is going to turn into a pathetic cry for my social skills. Or social skillz as some (me, my friends, 12 year old girls) might call it. 

In my defense, I had some disadvantages, 1. I'm new to Chicago and more specifically the theatre scene here. Almost everyone seemed to know each other. And 2. I'm me. I went to a liberal arts school where awkwardness rains supreme. I'm not saying it's was all schools fault but let's just say my school has a type and I most definitely fit into that certain (awkward) type. But c'mon! What am I to do? All the coolest kids at school were awkward, they just managed to channel their awkwardness into a mask of superiority and condescension or into alcoholism, both of which were not on my side.

While everyone was talking with friends they went to college with, or knew from prior theatre stuff or were just plain friendly, there I was, sitting with them completely silent. My only contribution would have been an off-color/slightly racist/completely inappropriate comment, which I kept to myself. 

Everyone was laughing and cornholing but Buster

So I did my thing, and was released a little earlier then everyone else (hence the whiskey) but all I can think about is my school what it has taught me and chips and mcdoz.

sweet sweet chips and mcdoz

Short breaths (breasts?)

Right, So I tried to add the link to greenporno for all my readers! 

Whom I can count off on one hand...

But I plan on expanding! No, no I'm really not.

Well quarter-rican, 7Ds and I went to the free Crystal Castles show last night.

And here is quarter-rican and 7DS themselves!

Hopefully I'm a bad enough photographer that the image is distorted enough to keep anonymity 

Sadly, due to extenuating, they did not see the show.

This show: 

 

and here is the Alice herself                                   

 

Some dude kept screaming "I love you Alice" throughout the entire show.

I'm going to assume that it was the guy in the blue shirt, simply because, unlike the other people trying to grope he is staring at her in adoration, creepy adoration.

With the strobe lights flashing and the music deafening my ears and the crowding being rowdy it was a lot of fun. 

I also met TBA's friend. She was a lot of fun, hopefully I'll hang out with her more.

The way home was not fun, as I lost my CTA card, and had no money so I walked and walked. I'm pretty sure I ended up somewhere in the South Side of Chicago, but I did end up home eventually.

Oh and 7DS ate mcdoz...I'm pretty sure he has an eating disorder, or should, fucking fatty.