Making History; Or, Recapping Jukebox Stories 03.13.08

I started to have a coughing fit during the finale of Thursday's performance of The Case of the Creamy Foam, so I reached for the nearest liquid—a tall glass of old beer.

As many of you know, I don't drink because I can't stand the taste of alcohol. In the distant past, however, I have been drunk exactly twice in my life. The first time I got drunk, I had to be carried home by two people because I couldn't walk down sidewalk. The second time I got drunk, I ended up in a relationship for a year.

So when I took a sip of that stale beer, it was a historic moment. The beer tasted like crap, but it allowed me to make it to the end of the show. Just 3,000 more sips, and I would've drunk dialed you.


  1. mann, you're just a worst drinker as I am ... . that's embarassing :)

  2. maan, i wish i could be there. I'm coming friday night! i just got off of ASM-ing a show down here. we close tomorrow. too much stress. my friend ordered me a ticket (coz i have no credit card) so hopefully it gets down here before i leave. see ya friday!

  3. JP, it's an Asian thing! :)

    Solia, see you soon!!!!!

  4. We're really confused.