Tiffany In Fashion

Last night I hit up Velvet Underground to catch my buddy Sean keep the beat in his band Tiffany In Fashion.

Sean a super cutie. Quiet and very bright, he's 8 years my junior, very insightful, super witty and absolutely adorable. I keep telling myself... If only I was 9 years younger... Or even 7 years, lol. But he is below the Cougar barrier age for me, which is 21. So a sweet friend he is.

He amazes me every time I watch him. I find it odd how the crowd holds back when they watch a band. I mean, drummers usually get the girls, and surprisingly none of them approached him, or the lead singer, who's a super cutie in his own right. People make me laugh.

I also make myself laugh. While the band was setting up, I ordered a shot of Jager and a chaser of Vodka on the rocks with lemon. I am by no means a drink snob, but I do not appreciate mixers in my vodka unless they are super snazz and not just sugar based juices.

So my hand wasn't steady for some reason and as I was lifting the shotglass to my mouth, I could feel the Jager elixer spill over my fingers. So of course I flung it down my throat, but flung liquor all over my chin in the process. As I snuck a napkin and wiped my face clean, I make a silly comment about how messy I was to the guy standing next to me drinking a 50. (Yeah, I know - who drinks that anymore?!)

His name was Daniel and he was in a band, but had the night off and was chekcing out Nate's set (the lead singer cutie of Tiffany In Fashion.

Daniel was a chatty Cathy. The guy talked about his gigs and how he's only been between Detroit and Mt. Ste. Anne in Quebec. I gave him my business card. He smiled a lot. Had pretty bright blue eyes, but seemed aged. Probably because of the rocker lifestyle.

Oh yeah and on Thursday this week I was a foot away from Gene Simmons. Surprisingly he looks better on TV than he does in person. I have no idea why women drool over this man, or his music for that matter.

Sidebar aside, I am chilling in tonight with some Sibling Rivalry red wine. I totally dig it. I bet Sommelier would smugly decry my taste, but who gives a fuck? I like what I like.

Speaking of Sommelier, he hasn't called since Monday.

I have a brunch date tomorrow with  the Model. I've never had a brunch date. Sunday brunch suggests commital, and also a tame Saturday night partier to a woman. I have no idea how it's going to go, though I was debating on showing up sans make-up. That way he'll get to actually see what I look like fresh-faced, which is actually very pretty. (According to all my friends - fun and true - who have seen me without eyeliner.)