Last night was not what we expected it to be. The Saturday night before Halloween and we were on our way to a RIBZY / WHITE TRASH DEBUTANTES show at bar in Crockett, CA.

How does that happen?

It could have been cool you have to admit. What were the other options? Cover band night at Gilman? Sounded interesting, but no. Snake's B-day show at the HazMat? Snake kicks that party up a notch every year, but in the end it's Pyrate Punx, version 2006. That means that along with some cool punx that we really like, you're going to get some rednecks and hippies thrown into the mix. Couldn't we experience similar in Crockett? Plus, you got a bunch of old schoolers and Ginger Coyote, and that is a recipe for something. Did I mention that the NAKED LADY WRESTLERS were also on the bill? No applause!!

The reality.

Showed up a little too early and walked in as the opening band was covering GREEN DAY. Doh! Ordered the cheapest beer on their menu, Coors, which was $3 a bottle and about to turn skunky at any minute. Then there were all the locals dressed like cowboys, periodically performing mock gun fights in the street outside of the bar. Loud (sounded like real rifle shots) local color, not too bad. Not good either. No punks really, except one girl who seemed punky, and since half her ass was hanging out of her plaid skirt, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. That is ballsy in any bar, but surrounded by cowboys and drunken ex-sugar mill workers? Pretty punk in my book, until I spotted another woman with the ass part of her skirt completely cut out, and then Ginger coyote and WTD arrived, and ya know. Everything is relative.

The night took too long. The party wasn't starting, the bar was fleecing their customers, NAKED LADY WRESTLERS didn't do that one song off of "Not So Quiet On The Western Front". UGZ reps had travelled all the way to Crockett (about 20 minutes - dry those tears) and no comped beer or shots? Damn, we were out of our element. There seemed to be another party going on behind the bar, through a door with a biker type dude standing guard. That's where all the ass exhibitionists and band folks kept disappearing to, and normally we would be escorted back there and offered all kind of powders, pills, and magical elixirs, but nah. It's Crockett. Finally WHITE TRASH DEBUTANTES played! Yay!! It was cool, punk, and John Waters-esque!!! Livin' la vida loca. The headache and instant Coors hangover was put on hold for Susan Lucci, Dildos Are A Girls Best Friend, and a RAMONES cover, and whatever else - fuck off. It was almost worth it, but pur escape back to the East Bay was put on hold, RIBZY was headlining. Doh!