How adorable? Santigold and her boyfriend Trouble Andrew are on tour together- having threesomes with Amanda Blank no doubt.
Their 6/10 show at 9:30 Club is sold out BUT we have a pair of tickets to giveaway to the commenter who has the best first kiss story.
For those of you who have never been kissed.....
Muuuah- from Trouble Andrew, here's a free download of his song Chase Money
Previously in Misc/Awesome:
- 12/28: Terrible Boyfriend/ Girlfriend Generator.
- 12/1: The John Waters Advent Calendar-it starts today
- 11/28: It Chooses You: All I Want for Christmas is Everything from Miranda July's Pop-Up Shop
- 11/3: Things I'd Move to Minnesota For
- 9/6: PHOTOS: Maloof $$ Money Cup
- 9/2: PHOTOS: Chantilly Model Train Show
- 9/1: Libby's List: 5 Things I Want Right Now...
- 8/22: PHOTOS: Best Friends Day
- 8/10: PHOTOS: Lawn Mover Racing, Eastern Seaboard Regionals @ Bowles Farm
- 7/26: Special List: Things the BYGays Want Now That We Can Marry In DC (and NY!)
God loves a cheerful giver.
Back in kindergarten, I had a best friend named Tony. I went to his house after school one day, and convinced him to play "Snow White" with me. We grabbed an apple, brought it to his room, and took turns taking bites, fainting, and then kissing each other back to life.
In 6th grade mom took me and cute little classmate Angela to the movies; we saw Far From Home; I edged from pinky to ring to middle finger to full hand hold in the first hour; sweated out the anxiety of timing the kiss for the next 30 minutes in that palm; forced a kiss only after the movie climaxed with one; wet and tasting like make-up powder; went to the corner of the arcade for more as mom came to pick us up; did a good job hiding the first in an ongoing series of multi-hour erections; fell in love with:
1. the Sunflower perfume and lot of girls wore back in the day
2. Latin women
ah si?!..... claro. latino mujeres son muy caliente. ellas tienen la pasion y los hombres tienen no problemas de ereccion.
8th grade. I was wasted off 4 Zimas with a couple chicks in a back DC alley. We all took turns making out. I wish I could remember more than that. I came to in a DC jail waiting for my parents to pick me up. Apparently I had vandalized a car right in front of the owner. 8th grade..what a year.
ZIMAS!
http://www.brightestyoungthings.com/misc-awesome/zima-rip-1992-2008/
Two 14 year olds on a school trip to St. Petersburgh, Russia. Summer. White Nights. View overlooking a canal. Sunrise. Last day of the trip.
And to think we bonded over a mutual hatred of chicken liver and overprotective Jewish-Russian mothers (who both chaperoned the trip - awkwarrrrddd).
Braces were present.
I hope this vivid imagery is enough to score me some tickets. Perhaps that would be some compensation for making out with a fish.
Did I mention he turned out to be unfortunate looking? Right...
Spontaneous combustion.
my hot junior high school buddy came into town to visit. we had some reunion drinks during which he told me the last time i visited home, he jerked off to me the night i left. i laughed surprisingly then we kissed passionately
I was 4, she was 21...
and I already had a nickname: 'mick van dyck'...
I was 14, we lived in Mexico and had a hot maid... Nah.
I was in the seventh grade and we had an au pair. One evening my parents went to the theatre. A rare chance. She was watching television when I entered the living room and sat beside her on the couch.
“Homework finished, hah” she said.
“Get undressed!” I barked.
“Such manners. I’ll tell your mother, “ she said.
“Hurry up,“ I said impatiently.
“ This is madness. s'il vous plaît congé "
“Perhaps a kiss then?” I switched gears.
“That’s only for my fiancé, she rejoined archly.
I became desperate. “I'll give you ten bucks.”
“Oui,” she said pocketing the money, “but don’t suppose we’ll do everything.”
So we just kissed but it was great. Except for the next day I had some explaining to do to my dad.
it was the second week of my freshman year of high school. his name was matt, he was a sophomore who had just moved there from louisiana. we had been "dating" for about a week and he walked me to all my classes and to volleyball practice. he waited for me by my locker after school to wish me luck (it was a game day), and kissed me, in the hall, next to my locker while everyone else was headed for their buses. it was very cheesy-teenage-movie and i relished in it for days.
the second boy i ever kissed, kissed me during "a moment like this" at a church dance. we were later reprimanded for "dancing too close" by the chaperons.
The backdrop: buttes, cattle, Montana sky.
Zoom in on two 12-year-olds jumping on a trampoline.
We were just innocently jumping up and down, and the boy decided it would be a good idea lay down on the trampoline and stare up at the sky. So we did. He turned to look at me. He leaned in, about to go for the kiss, and then pulled back. He said, "You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?" I blushed, and before I could say a word, he kissed me.
The setting: Warped Tour @ Nissan
It was a 100 degree day with humidity and not a cloud in the sky. As a pale angst-ridden 14-year old with a chip on her shoulder and a bad attitude, I instantly found my dream boy among the masses. Across from the Casualties stage stood a Sid Vicious lookalike in a Virus t-shirt and destroyed Dr. Martens. I knew I had to act fast to snatch him up, so I stumbled toward him, eyeliner smudged, fishnets ripped, and muttered a lot of profanity and bitched about not having a cigarette. He scowled, handed me a jack, and proceeded to tell me about his new band. Long story short, we hung out for the rest of the day, and right before I had to leave, he pulled me aside. He looked me dead center in the eyes, looked up at the moon, said "give me the cure"(Fugazi reference) and kissed me.
So cliche in so many ways, but everyone loves a teenage rebellion story, right?
After seeing this tactic executed flawlessly on some WB show earlier in the week, I decided to allow my lips to touch those of a girl for the first time at Friday’s school dance as a means to make another girl jealous, which would then make her want me, which would then lead to sex on high-thread count bed sheets. Problem was, the only girl that would kiss me at this time was afflicted with lizard tongue (I wouldn’t reach Casanova status until a year and a half later and so I had no choice but to settle). Nevertheless, my desire for the hot girl I was going to make jealous had piqued and nothing short of certain gonorrhea contraction was going to stop me from at least frenching her – this was freshman year and I had always been sort of sheltered, so tongue was still a huge deal at this point.
That night I took to the dance floor undaunted and was able to gently hip thrust lizard girl to the corner where hot girl was chatting with friends. As we got closer, I incorporated greater arm action to draw the attention of hot girl. Now positioned perfectly and without obstruction, I stared into Lizard Girl’s eyes as James Van der beek had taught me and thought, “This is going to suck.” And it did. My (closed) lips were not met by a supple and pursed counterpart, but were instead attacked rabidly by at least three sharpened incisors. I pulled out immediately, and forever swore off kissing any girl belonging to the reptilian class, although I unwittingly broke this promise first year of college (I swear, her tongue looked mammalian beforehand). Ultimately, hot girl never ended up talking to me. Maybe this was because she never saw the kiss and thus her jealousy was never instigated. Or maybe she saw the kiss and was repulsed even more. I’ll never know.
But I do know that if I win tickets for this story, taking lizard tongue/teeth would have been so worth it.
Being the rebels (read: nerds) that we were, my friend Jason and I decided that prom was lame and that we would instead go to a metal concert downtown. Well, my mom found out and refused to let me ride the metro late at night with them crazy drug addicts. So instead we went putt-putting. Note that I am TERRIBLE at golf, mini or otherwise. I was on stroke #17 or so at the last hole (the one with that bitchy incline) and getting frustrated as hell when Jason took the club out of my hands and kissed me.
I'd still trade limos and corsages for astroturf and lurid blue ponds any night of the year.
so who won the tickets?
Playing with my teenage mutant ninja turtles my downstairs neighbor says she wanted to play. I know she may liked me cause she use to grab my butt, and say it was "soft". Well low and behold she wants to play too, and she asked me if i thought she was "pretty". I said, "no". At that point she she threw my toys, and jumped on me and said "but i do". I was eight years old getting tongued by my nine year old neighbor. The first kiss, but it was a foreshadow of things to come!