Well - just like most
people's stories - mine should probably never actually be written down
(to protect the guilty). I would always go with my best friend Wendy.
We used to joke that we checked our morals at the door along with our
coats. For some reason nights at the Cathouse always ended up getting
completely out of control. Getting up for work the next day was challenging.
I do remember the Jetboy record release party where the guys from Motorhead
got up and played. They are the loudest band in the world! That night
was a blast - a great night for a variety of reasons. There were so many
great shows there Faster Pussycat, Pearl Jam, LA Guns, etc
Wendy had a huge crash on Glen Danzig. He was hanging out one night,
and she did not have the nerve to talk to him so I pushed her barreling
into him. That still was not enough she just apologized and walked off
(cussing me out under her breath).
I remember the strange phenomenon of the guys hanging out in the girls
bathroom. That guy (Matt??) from the Couchsluts was always hanging out
in there. I had no reason to complain he was cute.
There was also my favorite "bartender with attitude" Mark
Weiner. I miss him.
Anyway thanks for all of the good times. - Kristin |