The CONTINUING Lake Forest adventures
Friday night.
Drink some vodka. Drink a beer with Diehl and Dunn. Head down to south to get Evan. Drink some there. Go back north to a suite party. Me and Evan get in on a Beer Pong game. We lose by one cup to the reigning champions of the night (6 games straight). Evan decides to head out. I'm chillaxin' with the others, drinking, talking, whatnot.
Awhile later, I'm by the doorway and I see Swanson (not Patrick, but he DOES play the oboe!) in the hall talking to this guy wearing a hat. SUDDENLY, I see the hatguy give him the "look". The dark look of pure rage and wide eyes.
"fuck"
He gives him a massive shove and one of them open palmed swings. I give him the old "hand on torso" and "chill teh fuck out" routine. He takes a swing, I duck and it clips the top of my head. (Unlike the KoRn incident - my road manager Jeff does NOT knock him out and I do NOT proceed to write a song about the incident called "Clown"). A girl runs up and gives him the "gtfo my room beeyatch" routine, Dunn takes a nasty hit and his glasses fly off. We eventually get the door closed and get rid of him.
At some point, I leave the suite and return. During my absence, apparently some other guy came over and tries to explain hatguy's actions and that he was under control.
A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Some guy that didn't recognize who it was opens up. It was hatguy!
shiz-BAM! a smack on the head for the unlucky door opener.
That's about when the heat turns up. He gets rushed by 4-5 people that grapple him and all fall backward into the room from whence he came. Then it became like a North/South Korea de-militarized zone as we tried to unhand him without getting hit.
Eventually we retreat back without harm, someone got the RA, the RA got security, security got the cops, five cops hauled him out.
Good fun.
Drink some vodka. Drink a beer with Diehl and Dunn. Head down to south to get Evan. Drink some there. Go back north to a suite party. Me and Evan get in on a Beer Pong game. We lose by one cup to the reigning champions of the night (6 games straight). Evan decides to head out. I'm chillaxin' with the others, drinking, talking, whatnot.
Awhile later, I'm by the doorway and I see Swanson (not Patrick, but he DOES play the oboe!) in the hall talking to this guy wearing a hat. SUDDENLY, I see the hatguy give him the "look". The dark look of pure rage and wide eyes.
"fuck"
He gives him a massive shove and one of them open palmed swings. I give him the old "hand on torso" and "chill teh fuck out" routine. He takes a swing, I duck and it clips the top of my head. (Unlike the KoRn incident - my road manager Jeff does NOT knock him out and I do NOT proceed to write a song about the incident called "Clown"). A girl runs up and gives him the "gtfo my room beeyatch" routine, Dunn takes a nasty hit and his glasses fly off. We eventually get the door closed and get rid of him.
At some point, I leave the suite and return. During my absence, apparently some other guy came over and tries to explain hatguy's actions and that he was under control.
A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door. Some guy that didn't recognize who it was opens up. It was hatguy!
shiz-BAM! a smack on the head for the unlucky door opener.
That's about when the heat turns up. He gets rushed by 4-5 people that grapple him and all fall backward into the room from whence he came. Then it became like a North/South Korea de-militarized zone as we tried to unhand him without getting hit.
Eventually we retreat back without harm, someone got the RA, the RA got security, security got the cops, five cops hauled him out.
Good fun.