Eh. They’re too big for a nice, small club now. I saw them once in a 500 capacity club, and I don’t think I’ll ever see them again because it won’t be as good as that show was.
Eh. They’re too big for a nice, small club now. I saw them once in a 500 capacity club, and I don’t think I’ll ever see them again because it won’t be as good as that show was.
I can tell you with complete certainty that most people are annoying as fuck with their phones at shows.
And now that nimrod has issued an “I’m sorry you’re not smart enough to understand me.”
I can relate. I have a friend who had to button up my pants for me once. We have never spoken of that moment again.
Perhaps I am a fossil from another era, but it’s my understanding that a gift is never, everrequired of a guest.
As a result of this lack of courtesy, we didn’t even come close to fulfilling our registry, which was full of reasonably priced items. You better believe I’m salty.
I learned later on that it was his wife who didn’t want me to sing, and I still don’t know why, but there it is.
Just tell her that if she doesn’t want to be a bridesmaid, then she doesn’t have to do it. You’re not making her (or are you?), so she has no reason to be bitchy about anything that doesn’t want to do. Don’t deal with her drama.
My blood is boiling. I’m really tired of “mandatory” wedding gifts.
We flew my bridesmaid to the town the wedding was in, bought her dress, paid for her mani/pedi at the “bachelorette” party, paid to get her hair done, and paid for her hotel. I think I bought her drinks at the post-reception get-together. Because it was my shindig and not hers.
I thought the etiquette was to give the attendants a gift? Not the other way ‘round.
OH MY GOD.
Too bad you didn’t make the gift a charitable donation. THAT would have taught the greedy bitch a lesson.
You should have told her that she was a cunt who should fuck herself.
She originally said she was praying for a REAL storm. Here’s the original version:
Eh. They’re both dreamy, but other than that I don’t think they’re really that similar.
She’s just gone through the foreskin up top.
I don’t know WHY. I’m just a messenger.
Love them. Love Depression Cherry.