A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 29

Week 5

Day 29: Sponge Robi No Pants

The next morning, Claudia was still feeling a little queasy.

Now may not be the most appropriate time, but I’d never noticed that she and Farrah wore the same shirt
Now may not be the most appropriate time, but I’d never noticed that she and Farrah wore the same shirt

Luckily, it soon passed, and she was back to her normal self. The first half of the day was spent relaxing, as was the routine on any gig day. Farrah took a swim, Claudia honed her piano skills, Pete called up Sugar for either a nice chat or to have some hot Sim phone sex, and Robi worked on his novel. It was indeed a chill day. Perhaps a bit too chill. The gig was at three, and at one, everyone was only just starting to take showers (and they all needed it). With two showers in the house, and four disgusting Sims in need of them, simple math can show exactly what the problem is. Robi, however, loathes math with a fiery passion. Flipping the double bird to such limitation, he stripped down in front of the kitchen sink, shooed Pete out of the house, and grabbed a sponge.

Oh Robi. Has a more wonderful person ever existed?
Oh Robi. Has a more wonderful person ever existed?

His quick thinking allowed the gang to be squeaky clean in time for the show, which was good, because it took all of them a good hour to finally show up at the gig. There was just something about traversing the streets of downtown Bridgeport, using an elevator to go to a different floor, and walking through a door that they could not comprehend. Seriously, they stood in front of the building for half an hour, doing nothing. I thought they were going to miss their gig due to loitering, but finally, probably through the divine intervention of some Sim God, they made it. What followed was awesome.

No, that’s just Farrah tuning her guitar. She couldn’t actually start yet because Robi and Pete still hadn’t made it out of the elevator
No, that’s just Farrah tuning her guitar. She couldn’t actually start yet because Robi and Pete still hadn’t made it out of the elevator

Unfortunately, there was no one inside this place, which is understandable at 3 pm on a Tuesday. MML didn’t care, and neither did I. This place was like an arena compared to the other venues. Awesome lighting, great atmosphere, laz0rs, and a freaking fog machine. Of course, when surrounded by such epicness, the band needs to play just as epic. And they did.

Made even more epic by Robi throwing up the Vulcan salute mid-set. Live long and prosper, bitches!
Made even more epic by Robi throwing up the Vulcan salute mid-set. Live long and prosper, bitches!

Not even what appeared to be a pyrotechnic malfunction could turn that night into anything but pure metal.

How Pete managed to keep his mane away from the flames is beyond me. On the other hand, James Hetfield caught on fire once, so I guess it would’ve been pretty metal if Pete had gone up in flames
How Pete managed to keep his mane away from the flames is beyond me. On the other hand, James Hetfield caught on fire once, so I guess it would’ve been pretty metal if Pete had gone up in flames

Despite the lack of an audience, it was a sweet gig, with an awesome payout of 5000 simoleans, and a decent chunk of celebrity points. The gang then decided it was time to celebrate with a drink. Well, everyone except for Claudia. Ever the shy one, she headed home, probably saying she needed to water her hydrangeas or something. That girl needs to live a little. Anyway, Pete did what any responsible bass player would do and ordered a mystery drink, complete with a Riddler-esque swizzle stick.

Seriously, could he look any more hipster?
Seriously, could he look any more hipster?

While Pete was getting wasted on God knows what, I checked in on Claudia. She was whipping up what appeared to be borscht. To each their own, I guess. Back at the lounge, the rest of the band were just finishing up their cocktails. I’m not sure how many Farrah plowed through, but she wasn’t looking too good as she tried to get out of the elevator.

 I’m pretty sure this happened in one of the Final Destination movies
I’m pretty sure this happened in one of the Final Destination movies

Rogue elevators aside, they were all able to return home safe and sound, and head to sleep after their best show to date. With any luck, their next gig would be just a phone call away.

Oh, PS, I forgot to fire Hans. I was too busy laughing at Robi. I’ll see about it next time.

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