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an update on what's been going on the past week + 1 day.
last night i went to a cannibal corpse/dying fetus/necrophagist/unmerciful concert in buffalo. it was kickass. actually, kickass is an understatement. scott picked alicia and i up at my house around 4. we drove back to fredonia and picked up a few of his friends, crammed more than could comfortably fit in the backseat (which is something i'm used to, haha). dropped off one at the airport, then headed over to find the icon. we got lost a few times and didn't find it until 7:30, only to discover it had been relocated to the ballroom, which we couldn't find, either. alex had to call one of his friends to look it up on mapquest. we found it eventually after many frustrating, "it's this way!" failed attempts. we got there just a few minutes before the first performance came on. some old drunk guy kept asking alicia and i to hold his beer for him while he made his way into the crowd to mosh. i couldn't hear his request at first and i thought he was asking me if i wanted to drink it, haha. then within the next 10 minutes somebody else spilled beer on us. scott slipped on beer in the pit and fucked up his elbow, it was the size of a baseball. next time we saw him he was near the bar with it resting in a plastic cup full of ice. turns out beer causes consequences, whether it's in your system or not. haha. i left my camera out in the car because i didn't feel like carrying it around and my pockets are too small/tight to hold it, but i regret not bringing it in. we were right up front for the cannibal corpse performance, i could've snapped some sweet shots. i was 2 inches from the bass speaker. it was so loud i could literally touch my throat and feel the beat vibrating throughout my body, and my eyes were tearing up. i got used to it, though. oh, the highlight of our evening. some drunk metalhead dude came up behind me and grabbed my crotch, then moved in next to me. he kept whistling at the stage, probably louder than the bass right next to my ear. he cupped his hands over alicia's ear and yelled, "these guys make me so happy!" then licked her cheek as he was pulling his face away. he was so drunk he was leaning up against the speakers for support, and he was fondling the security guard in front of us and running his finger along his chest. the guard held his hands out in rejection, hahaha. about 10 minutes later, we see the security guards booking it into the crowd and start agressively dragging a body out of the mosh pit. we figured somebody got badly injured. but it was a naked body. and it was the same guy. he had a really small penis. it made our night. after the show we were passing a corner to return to the car, and some bum was standing there and started yelling a stutter at us, "c-c-c-c-a-a-n i a-a-a-a-s-k y-o-o-o-u-u-u a-a-a-a-a-a q-u-e-e-e-e-s-t-i-o-n? i-i-i-i-i-i h-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-v-v-v-e-e t-t-t-u-u-r-r-e-t-s c-c-c-a-n y-o-u h-e-e-e-l-p me?" hahahahahaha. alicia and i fled to the car and burried our faces in the backseat laughing. it was a fun night indeed. on the way back to jamestown we stopped at the angola reststop and paid $7 at their mcdonalds for something we probably could've paid only 3 for here.
tuesday i spent the afternoon/evening with jolynn, her friend john and chad. we went for tacos then malling, then walmarting. then john dropped the 3 of us back off at my house. we chilled. then we went plaza-ing, then we went to friendlys after dave, mark and dan called and i invited them along. after fooding i dropped chad and jolynn off. then dave. then i met mark and dan back at my house and we got loaded with my mom and watched movies.
monday i went to steve olson's art show at the reg. shiahn whom i had just met friday got dropped off at my house around 3:30 and went with me. we didn't arrive until a little after 6, then hung out until the loud brown crayon assassins (a solo performance by justin from i am frankie scrapmetal) began around 7:30. after his performance, yip-yip came on, and they were beyond fantastic. they're an electro group from winter park florida. they costumed from head to toe in black and white checkered bodysuits. friggin sweet. after the show we headed back and got together with mark and dan shortly after. i drove us to walmart and shiahn bought us a gigantic bag of frozen french fries. we came back and baked them, then i put them in a huge tin container and we ate them on the car ride to take shiahn home.
other than that, i've been hanging out with jolynn a lot. a few occasions she came over and we just watched movies with my drunk, repetitive mom before i passed out in my chair. i'm going to start keeping track of what statements she repeats everytime she's loaded, and how many times it's repeated, i swear.
friday i got drunk at tom's party and vomited beer foam behind his barn while shiahn and i were pissing. we both attempted to break our empty beer bottles on his garage floor. mine didn't break, and it the few sips of beer that were left shot out and spilled all over my head. she missed too and hit some girl in the ass with her bottle. then i passed out in his garage before we left. good times. i regret missing the show @ the reg, but stuff happens, i guess.
thursday i got together with danielle and we took our cameras over to burgman and did some photo experimenting. then i was a loser and fell asleep at like 10:00, so no further events that night.
last night i went to a cannibal corpse/dying fetus/necrophagist/unmerciful concert in buffalo. it was kickass. actually, kickass is an understatement. scott picked alicia and i up at my house around 4. we drove back to fredonia and picked up a few of his friends, crammed more than could comfortably fit in the backseat (which is something i'm used to, haha). dropped off one at the airport, then headed over to find the icon. we got lost a few times and didn't find it until 7:30, only to discover it had been relocated to the ballroom, which we couldn't find, either. alex had to call one of his friends to look it up on mapquest. we found it eventually after many frustrating, "it's this way!" failed attempts. we got there just a few minutes before the first performance came on. some old drunk guy kept asking alicia and i to hold his beer for him while he made his way into the crowd to mosh. i couldn't hear his request at first and i thought he was asking me if i wanted to drink it, haha. then within the next 10 minutes somebody else spilled beer on us. scott slipped on beer in the pit and fucked up his elbow, it was the size of a baseball. next time we saw him he was near the bar with it resting in a plastic cup full of ice. turns out beer causes consequences, whether it's in your system or not. haha. i left my camera out in the car because i didn't feel like carrying it around and my pockets are too small/tight to hold it, but i regret not bringing it in. we were right up front for the cannibal corpse performance, i could've snapped some sweet shots. i was 2 inches from the bass speaker. it was so loud i could literally touch my throat and feel the beat vibrating throughout my body, and my eyes were tearing up. i got used to it, though. oh, the highlight of our evening. some drunk metalhead dude came up behind me and grabbed my crotch, then moved in next to me. he kept whistling at the stage, probably louder than the bass right next to my ear. he cupped his hands over alicia's ear and yelled, "these guys make me so happy!" then licked her cheek as he was pulling his face away. he was so drunk he was leaning up against the speakers for support, and he was fondling the security guard in front of us and running his finger along his chest. the guard held his hands out in rejection, hahaha. about 10 minutes later, we see the security guards booking it into the crowd and start agressively dragging a body out of the mosh pit. we figured somebody got badly injured. but it was a naked body. and it was the same guy. he had a really small penis. it made our night. after the show we were passing a corner to return to the car, and some bum was standing there and started yelling a stutter at us, "c-c-c-c-a-a-n i a-a-a-a-s-k y-o-o-o-u-u-u a-a-a-a-a-a q-u-e-e-e-e-s-t-i-o-n? i-i-i-i-i-i h-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-v-v-v-e-e t-t-t-u-u-r-r-e-t-s c-c-c-a-n y-o-u h-e-e-e-l-p me?" hahahahahaha. alicia and i fled to the car and burried our faces in the backseat laughing. it was a fun night indeed. on the way back to jamestown we stopped at the angola reststop and paid $7 at their mcdonalds for something we probably could've paid only 3 for here.
tuesday i spent the afternoon/evening with jolynn, her friend john and chad. we went for tacos then malling, then walmarting. then john dropped the 3 of us back off at my house. we chilled. then we went plaza-ing, then we went to friendlys after dave, mark and dan called and i invited them along. after fooding i dropped chad and jolynn off. then dave. then i met mark and dan back at my house and we got loaded with my mom and watched movies.
monday i went to steve olson's art show at the reg. shiahn whom i had just met friday got dropped off at my house around 3:30 and went with me. we didn't arrive until a little after 6, then hung out until the loud brown crayon assassins (a solo performance by justin from i am frankie scrapmetal) began around 7:30. after his performance, yip-yip came on, and they were beyond fantastic. they're an electro group from winter park florida. they costumed from head to toe in black and white checkered bodysuits. friggin sweet. after the show we headed back and got together with mark and dan shortly after. i drove us to walmart and shiahn bought us a gigantic bag of frozen french fries. we came back and baked them, then i put them in a huge tin container and we ate them on the car ride to take shiahn home.
other than that, i've been hanging out with jolynn a lot. a few occasions she came over and we just watched movies with my drunk, repetitive mom before i passed out in my chair. i'm going to start keeping track of what statements she repeats everytime she's loaded, and how many times it's repeated, i swear.
friday i got drunk at tom's party and vomited beer foam behind his barn while shiahn and i were pissing. we both attempted to break our empty beer bottles on his garage floor. mine didn't break, and it the few sips of beer that were left shot out and spilled all over my head. she missed too and hit some girl in the ass with her bottle. then i passed out in his garage before we left. good times. i regret missing the show @ the reg, but stuff happens, i guess.
thursday i got together with danielle and we took our cameras over to burgman and did some photo experimenting. then i was a loser and fell asleep at like 10:00, so no further events that night.