i know it's long. fuck you
it was a shirt that defined a weekend. a shirt of navy blue, smelling of vomit, weed, and sweat. stained with alcohol and mud from the runway. and as i pull this shirt out of the dyrer, with all the evidence washed away. it's at this moment that i realized that possibly the most memomrable weekends of my life has now ended.
really it all began more than a week ago. the events that would take place during the week would lead to the uncanny happenings of last weekend. it's these factors that altered what would be the regular course of events that were supposed to transpire last weekend, but didn't. with out mentioning these events this post would lose a lot of its meaning. where shall I begin?
monday sept. 9th
factor one: tyler visits.
i was editing at jake's place. i was editing the new traveling carnie episodes that were to be shown to the masses of people who were attending this apartment's fifth themed party of the year, la fiesta. monday not i didn't get to really edit, i was only able to capture all the footage, editing would commence the following day.
factor two: editing is a bitch.
as for the rest of the evening, we went back to the apartment and drank heavily with tyler who came up earlier that night. we drank mix drinks, a variety of shots, oh yeah and the champagne of beers, miller high life. a taste i can only handle when im drunk. i didn't drink enough to get stupid drunk, just enough to acheive a calm cool buzz, tyler on the other hand drank enough to strip down to his birthday suit and run aorund our complex holding his bits and pieces.
he ran away. and we lost him. we lost a naked man. how the fuck did we do that? "have you seen a man running around, running around naked?" "no," the stranger replies. fuck. it turns out that tyler was hiding in his own car. he put his clothes back on, but not before running after hans completely naked. hans had just parked his car. he looks to his left to see tyler's package pressed up against the drivers side window.
tyler left the next morning. the next day i continued editing.
factor three. computers suck.
i got the third episode done. i was unable to finsh the fourth. jak'es computer was giving us serious problems. he was going to fix them that night and we'd come back on thursday to finish it all up.
wednesday. wednesday was a day off from editing. it was also the anniversary of the day america got fucked up the ass. the country was in mourning. we took this oppurtunity to do what every youth would want to do on a day like that, go to disney world! yeah. it was dead, no wait, walked on all the rides. beat that mother fucker. rode test track three times in a row. saw john stamos in line behind us at animal kingdom. did all four parks in one day. rocked disney world. boo yah.
thursday. back to work.
after a long day at work i went over to jake's to complete the fourth episode. however.
factor four: jake's computer crashed. finish editing on
saturday- the day of the party.
friday we filmed the second to last scene we needed to film. afterwards we went to old navy where i purchased a cotton navy blue shirt with a pocket of the chest. on sale. bonus.
saturday. day of the big party. last day of editing. i began editing at 12. noon. the computer was working fine until we tried tkaing the finsihed product from the computer and put it on to tape, that's when the fuck ups occured. we didn't finish till three in the morning. i was starring at that damn computer screen for 15 hours straight. no breaks.
we arrived at the apartment. the party had come and gone. they were a few remaining survivors. i had missed the party.
fuck shit piss fucking cocksukcer fuck me shit god dammit damn damn fuck shit damn fuck fuck fuck. i fucking missed it. FUCK
those that were there watched the episodes. the room exploded with laughter every other minute. i knew then that the time i wasted was not a waste. i finished it. and everyone loves it. it's our best work ever. and it's now complete. i just wish i did it in time to enjoy my own fucking party. dammit
i was livid about missing the party. the next day i cleaned up all the mess just so it wouldn't remind me of what a great time i missed out on. i cleaned it all. three trash bags of beer bottles and red cups. three hours clean time. rest is needed. i sat in my room to catch my breathe and all i can smell is vomit. fucking piece of crap. someone puked in my room during the party. livid. thank you to those who helped clean it up. to wash away the past day i took a shower and put on my new navy blue shirt.
that night. i drank my anger away.
the next morning i woke up drunk.
i had taken 11 maybe 12 shots the night before. kamikaze shots, bicardi 151 shots, rumple mintz, yeigermizter, and southern comfort. i drank myself retarded. i could barely stand up straight. i cant recall much from that night. others must provide input. i do recall a playground and puking off the side of the slide.
monday
i woke up drunk. my knee hurt. bruised. i had developed a limp. what the fuck happened. in fact everyone that drank the previous night woke up drunk; tyler, evan, and myself. i had to call in sick to work.
we went to backyard burger, where we had to leave abruptly after evan puked all over the men's bathroom and in the hallway leading to the bathroom. the vomit could be smelled from across the room. all the employees were staring at us, being that it was noon and we were drunk they had good reason to pin it on us. it was at that time we decided to leave.
get home. watch episodes one and two of the new season. inspired by our own video we pack in the car and decide to freestyle walk downtown orlando. what a day it has already been. on the way back from downtown we loud talked the same girl four times, coming from every direction possible.
get home. in our parking lot we see a uhaul. new neighbors i ask myself. far from it. we park the car and head towards the uhaul, where we find the czech hardcore band shawn playing their reunion show in a fucking uhaul. hardcore. i couldn't understand much of what they said. but the lead singer called me a fuck and said he was going to kill me. it was one of the most amazing shows i've ever seen. unfortunatley it was their last show. damn. they were awesome.
so far that day, we had defiled a public restroom, freestyled all of downtown, loud talked someone four times, and had just seen the greatest banmd out of prague. how can we totally top this day off.
drugs of course.
we went to josh's house. while we we're fucked up we drove to the airport to see planes land, however they weren't landing on th side we were on, but we ended up chilling and talking for an hour or so about the incredible show we witnessed earlier that day.
we get home and i pass out.
tuesday morning. tyler's gone home. i wake up and take off the shirt i had been wearing for the past two days and throw it in the wash.
really it all began more than a week ago. the events that would take place during the week would lead to the uncanny happenings of last weekend. it's these factors that altered what would be the regular course of events that were supposed to transpire last weekend, but didn't. with out mentioning these events this post would lose a lot of its meaning. where shall I begin?
monday sept. 9th
factor one: tyler visits.
i was editing at jake's place. i was editing the new traveling carnie episodes that were to be shown to the masses of people who were attending this apartment's fifth themed party of the year, la fiesta. monday not i didn't get to really edit, i was only able to capture all the footage, editing would commence the following day.
factor two: editing is a bitch.
as for the rest of the evening, we went back to the apartment and drank heavily with tyler who came up earlier that night. we drank mix drinks, a variety of shots, oh yeah and the champagne of beers, miller high life. a taste i can only handle when im drunk. i didn't drink enough to get stupid drunk, just enough to acheive a calm cool buzz, tyler on the other hand drank enough to strip down to his birthday suit and run aorund our complex holding his bits and pieces.
he ran away. and we lost him. we lost a naked man. how the fuck did we do that? "have you seen a man running around, running around naked?" "no," the stranger replies. fuck. it turns out that tyler was hiding in his own car. he put his clothes back on, but not before running after hans completely naked. hans had just parked his car. he looks to his left to see tyler's package pressed up against the drivers side window.
tyler left the next morning. the next day i continued editing.
factor three. computers suck.
i got the third episode done. i was unable to finsh the fourth. jak'es computer was giving us serious problems. he was going to fix them that night and we'd come back on thursday to finish it all up.
wednesday. wednesday was a day off from editing. it was also the anniversary of the day america got fucked up the ass. the country was in mourning. we took this oppurtunity to do what every youth would want to do on a day like that, go to disney world! yeah. it was dead, no wait, walked on all the rides. beat that mother fucker. rode test track three times in a row. saw john stamos in line behind us at animal kingdom. did all four parks in one day. rocked disney world. boo yah.
thursday. back to work.
after a long day at work i went over to jake's to complete the fourth episode. however.
factor four: jake's computer crashed. finish editing on
saturday- the day of the party.
friday we filmed the second to last scene we needed to film. afterwards we went to old navy where i purchased a cotton navy blue shirt with a pocket of the chest. on sale. bonus.
saturday. day of the big party. last day of editing. i began editing at 12. noon. the computer was working fine until we tried tkaing the finsihed product from the computer and put it on to tape, that's when the fuck ups occured. we didn't finish till three in the morning. i was starring at that damn computer screen for 15 hours straight. no breaks.
we arrived at the apartment. the party had come and gone. they were a few remaining survivors. i had missed the party.
fuck shit piss fucking cocksukcer fuck me shit god dammit damn damn fuck shit damn fuck fuck fuck. i fucking missed it. FUCK
those that were there watched the episodes. the room exploded with laughter every other minute. i knew then that the time i wasted was not a waste. i finished it. and everyone loves it. it's our best work ever. and it's now complete. i just wish i did it in time to enjoy my own fucking party. dammit
i was livid about missing the party. the next day i cleaned up all the mess just so it wouldn't remind me of what a great time i missed out on. i cleaned it all. three trash bags of beer bottles and red cups. three hours clean time. rest is needed. i sat in my room to catch my breathe and all i can smell is vomit. fucking piece of crap. someone puked in my room during the party. livid. thank you to those who helped clean it up. to wash away the past day i took a shower and put on my new navy blue shirt.
that night. i drank my anger away.
the next morning i woke up drunk.
i had taken 11 maybe 12 shots the night before. kamikaze shots, bicardi 151 shots, rumple mintz, yeigermizter, and southern comfort. i drank myself retarded. i could barely stand up straight. i cant recall much from that night. others must provide input. i do recall a playground and puking off the side of the slide.
monday
i woke up drunk. my knee hurt. bruised. i had developed a limp. what the fuck happened. in fact everyone that drank the previous night woke up drunk; tyler, evan, and myself. i had to call in sick to work.
we went to backyard burger, where we had to leave abruptly after evan puked all over the men's bathroom and in the hallway leading to the bathroom. the vomit could be smelled from across the room. all the employees were staring at us, being that it was noon and we were drunk they had good reason to pin it on us. it was at that time we decided to leave.
get home. watch episodes one and two of the new season. inspired by our own video we pack in the car and decide to freestyle walk downtown orlando. what a day it has already been. on the way back from downtown we loud talked the same girl four times, coming from every direction possible.
get home. in our parking lot we see a uhaul. new neighbors i ask myself. far from it. we park the car and head towards the uhaul, where we find the czech hardcore band shawn playing their reunion show in a fucking uhaul. hardcore. i couldn't understand much of what they said. but the lead singer called me a fuck and said he was going to kill me. it was one of the most amazing shows i've ever seen. unfortunatley it was their last show. damn. they were awesome.
so far that day, we had defiled a public restroom, freestyled all of downtown, loud talked someone four times, and had just seen the greatest banmd out of prague. how can we totally top this day off.
drugs of course.
we went to josh's house. while we we're fucked up we drove to the airport to see planes land, however they weren't landing on th side we were on, but we ended up chilling and talking for an hour or so about the incredible show we witnessed earlier that day.
we get home and i pass out.
tuesday morning. tyler's gone home. i wake up and take off the shirt i had been wearing for the past two days and throw it in the wash.