Iguana’s rock night DOES NOT SUCK. Well I’d say that about any bar/theme night that played enough Paramore, Flyleaf and Apocalyptica to send the floppy charred thing that passes for my soul into spasms, paroxysms, orgasms of bright yellow joy.
After getting totally wasted (on half a bottle of Nile), putting a ribbon in some guy’s hair and christening him Damalie, I was happy and the world was good. Then the DJ gave me Again- flyleaf. He also gave me Ties that Bind-Alterbridge .
I forgive him for Disgusting me with Fall Out Boy and other stchuped bands.
He is my hero.
I am never going to NOT go for rock night on Tuesday. If you know what’s good for your rock-aura (which gets a little more watered down when you even WALK PAST steakout), come to iguana on Tuesdays.
For me I wanted to make 22bob six hundred from an article on this amazing night, but my editor spat at the idea. (BOOOO:(O).
So there. I love Iguana. The bar up there. The bar that played Again-flyleaf for me. The bar that made me GENUINELY happy for…well..an hour maybe.
*grin grin grin*
P.s: HE EVEN PLAYED WASTELAND 😀
P.p.s: I’m sure you learned your lesson, Streets. You don’t come within even A MILE of a girl dancing to Ties that Bind- Alterbridge. *tEEth*
P.p.p.s: I’m putting that picture up, Damalie.