The best part about having exactly three friends is that nobody is ever left out of a Rock Band Throwdown. Last weekend, Richard, Brandon, Javan, and I dusted off our guitars and drumsticks and jammed to the tunes of our favorite bands, including Hole, Stone Temple Pilots, and Red Hot Chili Peppers. There is really nothing quite like Richard performing his dead-on impression of Courtney Love. As with any successful band, the four of us contribute our own unique perspective, each shaped primarily from our experiences as hyper-masculine, womanizing socialites but also from our duties as a pilot, systems engineer, neuroscientist, and policy advisor, respectively. We may not inject alcohol into our veins like Motley Crue or snort the ashes of the dead like the Rolling Stones, but our wild and crazy lives manifest on stage in ways that you cannot imagine. By the way, if anyone knows a poet or a farmer, we’re looking for someone to fill the vacant tambourine slot before we begin our nationwide “Friends Forever” tour.
October 21, 2008
friends and family, games