I have guys like the “Party Pooper” in this article hit on me all night. I even got a good view of the Southern Cross tattoo, he had on his back, when he took his shirt off on stage.
His antics came complete with his brother and sister joining in on stage for 80% of all The Ataris’ songs, which ruined the gig for so many in the audience.
Thanks. At 45 bucks a pop, we really loved hearing you drunkenly slur what lyrics you could remember, and see your flailing body on the stage.
You won’t remember it, but sadly we will.
Ps. He even asked me why I was still single, my reply was short and to the point.
“I attract the idiots who I’d never date in a million year.” I think he got the hint.