big city nights: the buttless chaps at barrymore's

the buttless chaps...

after last summer's memorable evening at vancouver's railway club with the buttless chaps, there was not a chance in hell i had any intentions of missing their show last night here in o-hole. and what a gong show it was! after hyping the show for about two months, i managed to convince a motley crew of about twenty b-list university graduate students into attending... needless to say, salty lips, unfriendly guy (resident dilettante's from the bar bunny and i have claimed as our friends), as well as bunny and myself more or less made a complete spectacle out of ourselves, even shocking our fellow grad chums. unfriendly guy now has the distinction of being the first person i've ever known to be forcibly ejected from a bar before the first band made it on stage. moreover, my sweater brother informed me today that salty lips and i continued our sexy flirtation and raised eyebrows when we dry humped on an empty dance floor in front of an entire bar of shocked onlookers to the music that was playing between acts.

the violet archers were okay, but sounded a bit too much like coldplay for me to care. the chaps played a very dope set (which i struggle to remember). rhume, the ottawa-based headlining band, were a complete clusterfuck. i can just remember the lead singer beating up people on the dancefloor and and rocking the place with his pants torn off and trailing behind him like a unicorn's tail.

at night's end, drunk, confused, separated from my friends, i ran across the street for poutine and had to take a cab home, as the five block walk was way too daunting for me at this point in my evening...

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