rachel, nyc. i color hair. this blog is mostly bullshit, sometimes art, sometimes music. also my cat, peaches.
i’m a stupid and at the doors of webster hall, while not planning to drink, not realizing that they were only checking for 18 and over (this was printed on the ticket, again, i’m stupid), i decided to use my fake to get an over 21 wristband, “just in case.” dude didn’t even take a second glance and stuck it in his pocket, asked for my real ID and was like I’M NOT GIVING IT BACK, IS BEEN CONFISCATED. i guess it was bound to happen, but shit. it’s passed so many bouncers, bartenders, waitresses, etc. so i guess i got kinda cocky with it. “just in case.” at webster fucking hall, genius, you should know better. but he at least still let me in once i reneged and showed him my actual id. so at least there was that. and at least i still have the second copy, but now i’m kind of scared to use it. back to square one.
whatever
CASE IN POINT MOGWAI WAS FUCKING AWESOME
