We went to a Box Magazine release party at Mugshots. We had never heard of this magazine, but liked the name and needed an excuse to go to Mugshots. The party was just alright–the bored hipster count was higher than usual.
Although Mugshots is more of a bar than a club, there was a “dj” “spinning” some “music” from the eighties. I’m using a lot of “quotes” because a “monkey” could have done a better job. He didn’t even allow himself to trainwreck, he just kept plopping records on the turntables and hoping some bitch with an ugly dress and retarded hair would start dancing to it. It amazes me what passes for djing these days.
Around midnight we went home and watched 12 Monkeys. I’ve never watched that movie sober. Should add it to my to-do list.