Nothing like waking up drunk...
"If only I had a camera," was one thought that I kept lamenting all through the evening. Indeed, the Blackburn Street Party was off the hiz-zook.
I knew there was going to be trouble by the amount of NorCal rockers and Good Ole Boys grazing on the front lawns. Oh, that and Troy weaving about in his Rollerboy get-up (complete with sweatbands and prerequisite shoulder boombox blasting out 80s pop musique), mixing it up with Bobby's impromtu guitar ballads and the rockabillies stereo. It was like mash-up remix, only for parties.
Steve was kickin' it too, farmer-style with his straw cowboy hat. The good man hooked me up with some Hornitos (much obliged, Steve). Always start out a party with your strongest foot forward. Or is that best?
I scored a sweet shirt from Troy - a pink button-up with the New Thrill Parade monster-ostrich stenciled on the back. With the combination of this, copious amounts of alcohol and Troy, we eventually offended some of the more manly men who actually stole our fucking boombox! So much for dirty dancing in the street - no more Christina Agulera music video for the big T and me. Booooo on that.
Annnnnnnnnnnd I did my first keg-stand. Originally we had tried to coerce Mark into doing it, but Arkmay didn't care much for human sacrifice, so I took his place.
For my efforts I was awarded a Corona and an insane "True Life" story by this firefighter named Hayden. What a fuckin' character - I will seriously have to relate his tale some other time. Its too wild.
As the evening wore on, the Blackburn street kids (by whom I mean Troy, Steve, Bobby and Ryan) did what anybody would do to keep the mood...
They set things on fire.
Seriously, after setting up the band equipment in the sidelot and performing (very) unrehearsed covers, Ryan and Steve used timber from a kid's broken bunkbed to build a small fire next to the performers. So by the time this touring punk band was doing their set, there was this raging bonfire next to them.
Very fucking cool. So like I said, "if only I had a camera"
Indeed, we got the fire department to come out. But it was so funny, because once they saw it was contained, they broke out into huge grins. They're fuckin' pyros and they know it.
A few hours forward and I get shanghai'ed by some very precocious new friends and kack 2 Sparks and fuck.
Man I was so blasted by the end of that night. I woke up still drunk and I think I still am a little. Which is probably why I am rambling so incoherently.
Just know this: that party rocked ass.
I knew there was going to be trouble by the amount of NorCal rockers and Good Ole Boys grazing on the front lawns. Oh, that and Troy weaving about in his Rollerboy get-up (complete with sweatbands and prerequisite shoulder boombox blasting out 80s pop musique), mixing it up with Bobby's impromtu guitar ballads and the rockabillies stereo. It was like mash-up remix, only for parties.
Steve was kickin' it too, farmer-style with his straw cowboy hat. The good man hooked me up with some Hornitos (much obliged, Steve). Always start out a party with your strongest foot forward. Or is that best?
I scored a sweet shirt from Troy - a pink button-up with the New Thrill Parade monster-ostrich stenciled on the back. With the combination of this, copious amounts of alcohol and Troy, we eventually offended some of the more manly men who actually stole our fucking boombox! So much for dirty dancing in the street - no more Christina Agulera music video for the big T and me. Booooo on that.
Annnnnnnnnnnd I did my first keg-stand. Originally we had tried to coerce Mark into doing it, but Arkmay didn't care much for human sacrifice, so I took his place.
For my efforts I was awarded a Corona and an insane "True Life" story by this firefighter named Hayden. What a fuckin' character - I will seriously have to relate his tale some other time. Its too wild.
As the evening wore on, the Blackburn street kids (by whom I mean Troy, Steve, Bobby and Ryan) did what anybody would do to keep the mood...
They set things on fire.
Seriously, after setting up the band equipment in the sidelot and performing (very) unrehearsed covers, Ryan and Steve used timber from a kid's broken bunkbed to build a small fire next to the performers. So by the time this touring punk band was doing their set, there was this raging bonfire next to them.
Very fucking cool. So like I said, "if only I had a camera"
Indeed, we got the fire department to come out. But it was so funny, because once they saw it was contained, they broke out into huge grins. They're fuckin' pyros and they know it.
A few hours forward and I get shanghai'ed by some very precocious new friends and kack 2 Sparks and fuck.
Man I was so blasted by the end of that night. I woke up still drunk and I think I still am a little. Which is probably why I am rambling so incoherently.
Just know this: that party rocked ass.