the craziest week
So my mom and sister visited this week... they left on Thursday. It was so amazing to see them again - I missed ipo SOOOOO much! It was really fun to show her around the city and have her become friends with all of my friends. I want her to move here, really bad. Soon, soon, soon. My mom was great too, i kind of like seeing her in small doses like this - 3 days of insane mom-ness, and then no mom for 6 months. it works out well for me.
On wednesday we drove out to Lancaster to eat lunch with a nursey friend of my mom's, and to visit AMISH COUNTRY. Ipo and I had both had very little sleep in the last few days (full days with mom, full nights with pals), and we were all a little loopy. I drove through those farmlands and every once in a while someone would shout, "Look, there's an AMISH!" and my mom would invariably pull out her camera. I tried to explain to her that it's kind of against their religion (graven images and all that), but she was relentless in her quest for a photo of a boy with a bowlcut and suspenders! i had to get past the irritation and just laugh. oh mom. I was driving along and looking at the landscape, trying to figure out why things looked so different. (Um, other than the fact that there were actual growing things and not just asphalt and cement and brick...) Then I realized I hadn't really seen any mountains in months. oh flat-as-fuck-philly, i love you when i'm on my bike, but seeing some mountains did wonders for my eyes and soul. pennsylvania is a really pretty state. that was one of the few times i'd actually gotten to venture into it!
So last night was 4th of July, and a bunch of amazing kids were sitting on my roofdeck playing with fire, when my next door neighbors called down at us from their roof and we tried (2 times unsuccessfully, 3 times a charm) to throw over some sparklers for them. we ended up on their roof, straining our eyes, pretending we could actually see the art museum fireworks from way down on 6th and tasker (ha!), and eating a giant cupcake with 4 forks. such a fun night!
unfortunately i had to leave because i was djing at The Mansion with Jess.... i had some issues about it all that i need lj to help me work out. ok, so i really wanted to go see matt and kim, the death set, and sgt sass at the barbary, REALLY BAD. but Jess promised me $100 if i played at the mansion with her. here are two things: I wanted my friends to come, because i like it when my friends dance to the music i play. but i also wanted my friends to have the most fun possible that night, and i knew the barbary would be WAY more fun than the mansion (that club is so weird!). so... i didn't know if i should even bother promoting it... arrgh. helen, dory, chrissy, and sarah all came and danced for a while, and that was really fun and nice, and then jasmine showed up after the barbary. she didn't have her bike and she was drunk as fuck, so i walked home with her, and obsessed about whether i was selling out as a dj the whole way back. i love djing because i love music so, so much, and i love making people dance or get excited about songs that i play. i don't dj for money. in hawaii, money wasn't even an option. i promoted and djed for years and rarely made a cent. but philly is different - the opportunity for money is there, and after last night i think i have to be more conscious about why i do things. i HATE the mansion. it's a stupid club and all the people who work there are mean. they comment on your clothes and your hair when you walk in the door, they are sexist and probably homophobic as well (which is weird, considering the promoter/owner/whatever guy is a big faggot!). jess and i were supposed to be tag teaming last night, and i played about half an hour to 45 minutes, and then she went back on for a little while, and then when i went back to go on again, she said that some old balding guy had told her she had to play hip hop or reggae all night because he owned the building. she apologized and promised to pay me the same amount and everything, which should have made the fact that i cancelled really fun plans to play for 40 minutes to an almost empty room ok, right? NO!! Fuck playing shitty music for a stupid rich white guy just cause he OWNS THE BUILDING. That's not why I'm a dj, not at all! the thing that's the most annoying, is i cancelled on Jess when I realized that it was 4th of july and i didn't want to be stuck in the mansion all night. but she talked me out of it, saying that if i cancelled this time the promoter would be pissed and would never ask me to spin there again and they pay so well.... but fuck! after last night i don't even want to play there again anyway! lame. lamelamelame.
sigh. so this morning i was exhausted apparently - i set my alarm for 8 pm, and didn't wake up until 11:45... i was supposed to be at work at 9:45. Also, last night on the long walk home with Jasmine, I got the bright idea that I could pack her on my bike, and she wanted to do it, as she said, "Old timey style" where she sits on my frame and i pedal around her. it actually worked really well for about half a block until she freaked out and we both fell over backwards into a mud puddle. this was all amazingly funny to us at 2am. this morning, with the flat tire on my bike that the fall caused, the sore wrist, and muddy shorts, it wasn't quite so funny. oh jasmine. i love you.
tonight is Modern Love! I know there is a fun party in west philly that i want to go to afterwards, but i hope everyone comes by the dive either before or after tim's party! see you there!
On wednesday we drove out to Lancaster to eat lunch with a nursey friend of my mom's, and to visit AMISH COUNTRY. Ipo and I had both had very little sleep in the last few days (full days with mom, full nights with pals), and we were all a little loopy. I drove through those farmlands and every once in a while someone would shout, "Look, there's an AMISH!" and my mom would invariably pull out her camera. I tried to explain to her that it's kind of against their religion (graven images and all that), but she was relentless in her quest for a photo of a boy with a bowlcut and suspenders! i had to get past the irritation and just laugh. oh mom. I was driving along and looking at the landscape, trying to figure out why things looked so different. (Um, other than the fact that there were actual growing things and not just asphalt and cement and brick...) Then I realized I hadn't really seen any mountains in months. oh flat-as-fuck-philly, i love you when i'm on my bike, but seeing some mountains did wonders for my eyes and soul. pennsylvania is a really pretty state. that was one of the few times i'd actually gotten to venture into it!
So last night was 4th of July, and a bunch of amazing kids were sitting on my roofdeck playing with fire, when my next door neighbors called down at us from their roof and we tried (2 times unsuccessfully, 3 times a charm) to throw over some sparklers for them. we ended up on their roof, straining our eyes, pretending we could actually see the art museum fireworks from way down on 6th and tasker (ha!), and eating a giant cupcake with 4 forks. such a fun night!
unfortunately i had to leave because i was djing at The Mansion with Jess.... i had some issues about it all that i need lj to help me work out. ok, so i really wanted to go see matt and kim, the death set, and sgt sass at the barbary, REALLY BAD. but Jess promised me $100 if i played at the mansion with her. here are two things: I wanted my friends to come, because i like it when my friends dance to the music i play. but i also wanted my friends to have the most fun possible that night, and i knew the barbary would be WAY more fun than the mansion (that club is so weird!). so... i didn't know if i should even bother promoting it... arrgh. helen, dory, chrissy, and sarah all came and danced for a while, and that was really fun and nice, and then jasmine showed up after the barbary. she didn't have her bike and she was drunk as fuck, so i walked home with her, and obsessed about whether i was selling out as a dj the whole way back. i love djing because i love music so, so much, and i love making people dance or get excited about songs that i play. i don't dj for money. in hawaii, money wasn't even an option. i promoted and djed for years and rarely made a cent. but philly is different - the opportunity for money is there, and after last night i think i have to be more conscious about why i do things. i HATE the mansion. it's a stupid club and all the people who work there are mean. they comment on your clothes and your hair when you walk in the door, they are sexist and probably homophobic as well (which is weird, considering the promoter/owner/whatever guy is a big faggot!). jess and i were supposed to be tag teaming last night, and i played about half an hour to 45 minutes, and then she went back on for a little while, and then when i went back to go on again, she said that some old balding guy had told her she had to play hip hop or reggae all night because he owned the building. she apologized and promised to pay me the same amount and everything, which should have made the fact that i cancelled really fun plans to play for 40 minutes to an almost empty room ok, right? NO!! Fuck playing shitty music for a stupid rich white guy just cause he OWNS THE BUILDING. That's not why I'm a dj, not at all! the thing that's the most annoying, is i cancelled on Jess when I realized that it was 4th of july and i didn't want to be stuck in the mansion all night. but she talked me out of it, saying that if i cancelled this time the promoter would be pissed and would never ask me to spin there again and they pay so well.... but fuck! after last night i don't even want to play there again anyway! lame. lamelamelame.
sigh. so this morning i was exhausted apparently - i set my alarm for 8 pm, and didn't wake up until 11:45... i was supposed to be at work at 9:45. Also, last night on the long walk home with Jasmine, I got the bright idea that I could pack her on my bike, and she wanted to do it, as she said, "Old timey style" where she sits on my frame and i pedal around her. it actually worked really well for about half a block until she freaked out and we both fell over backwards into a mud puddle. this was all amazingly funny to us at 2am. this morning, with the flat tire on my bike that the fall caused, the sore wrist, and muddy shorts, it wasn't quite so funny. oh jasmine. i love you.
tonight is Modern Love! I know there is a fun party in west philly that i want to go to afterwards, but i hope everyone comes by the dive either before or after tim's party! see you there!