okie dokie steve aoki.

so saturday night Dougie B. flew
Steve Aoki as well as Mark the Cobrasnake
into winnipeg to play at Desire.

There's a funny little personality flaw
the majority of people from Winnipeg share,
and it is this strong belief that anyone
who hails from a larger city is cooler
and thus more worthwhile than they are.

i didn't go to the actual party as
i've developed this intense irritation
to witnessing pathetic situations,
however after glenn finished djing Mike
picked us up and we went to the after-party
in the Exchange District.

as i'm standing there holding a beer and
a lit cigarette, this very short
(i was 5'9 in the heels i had on and he
was shorter than me) bearded man holding a camera
in an obnoxious American flag hoodie
approaches me.

Me: nice hoodie. /sarcasm
Man: you have the smallest nose i've ever seen.
Me: i am aware that my face is disproportionate.
it can get awkward sometimes?
Man: bla bla bla *tries to pick my nose*
Me: *slaps hand away* stop trying to pick my nose
i don't even fucking know you.
Man: i'm mark, i'm from LA.
Me: *'whatever douche' facial expression/eyeroll*
Man: i saw you at the party
Me: i wasn't there.
Man: you're a liar, yes you were.
Me: *getting super irritated* no. i was not. promise.
Man: oh what? you just stay in and go for the
afterparty at 4am?
Me: no. i was watching my boyfriend dj before this.
Man: oh. *walks away*


then for the rest of the night he kept trying
to put out my cigarette, or wink at me.
This was inbetween his attempts to sleep with
every 18 yearold at the party of course. he was
acting like a super douche yet all these girls
were fawning over him like christians on the pope.

then i found out that i had had my nose picked
by the one and only Mark the Cobrasnake
party photographer. not only that, i also
super dissed him by NOT sucking him off
(metaphorically or literally) and not
recognizing him.

woops?

the moral of this story is: people from LA
are shitty. Patrick? please check yourself
before you wreck yourself.