Spaz's House Destruction Party
WOMG I haven't posted in mega-long. Except it seems like I start every post with that sentence. I dunno, it seems like so much can happen in say 3 days of my life that I'm always too lazy to post about it. And of course I could do the thing where users post once a day, about some random event or put up an angsty lyric line. But you know Matthew, once he starts talking/typing, he goes everywhere. He goes off on tangents.
And sometimes cosines, and sometimes parabolas. He goes everywhere.
Here it is you moon-stompers:
[Hey Max - WE'RE GOIN' TO CHEF'S!]
S'okay, a while back in Journalism I wanted to do a story on Buffalo's Chef's restaurant, fine Italian food downtown. A ton of people down there go on their lunch break, as well as the baby boomer population from great Suburbia here. But really no one in our highschool had ever heard of the place, hence I wanted to story-it-up. Somewhere down the line I ended up suggesting a class field trip there, and as of last Thursday, we went.
We left at 9:00 a.m., I sat in the back with Chris Robinson's large head and monster pooper, Ryan Mckenna's political science-ness, and Max Stezirinsky's Russian Assassin-ness. On our way down to City Hall (our first stop,) the four of us for some reason decided to develop an occopella 80's song. I was the synthesizer, Chris the drums, Max the slap bass, Ryan the vocal talkings. The song was called Purple Fox, by The Cufflinks. It was undeniably 80s.
We arrive at City Hall. Massielo isn't there but has left us some most delightful golden Buffalo pins. Someone like the City Clerk or something talks to us for way too long about the architecture of the place (Art Deco, with Indian paintings just like Democratic Committee building's. And the Indian peace-signs, which are backwards swastikas.) He mentions the Mayor being out talking with Robbie from The Goo Goo Dolls. Apparently they're supposed to walk in any second, maybe I'd be able to snag the bassist and talk to him about using their music in the film, since I still can't get in contact with them.
But they never come through the door.
We tour a bit more, go up to the observatory, which is eerily Titanic-esque. Cassie Albano asks if what we're seeing is Buffalo. I ask if she's a ditz.
Around 11:30 we head off for Chef's. Upon arrival with all the babes and hockey-er and basketball-er [Bryan Something and Tommy Hausler,] there are about two tables full, and then our banquet room with a mega-long table. Everyone seats themselves, and I find myself quite surprised that the make-up of this place isn't slightly more Salavatore's-y. It was more like an office building, but with a table. Out in the dining area it was a bit nicer.
We all talk for a bit, Mrs. Ruof takes a bunch of pictures, including Chris and I pondering with aprons pressed up against our faces. The food comes, my meatballs are delightful, the sauce has red-wine in it. The Cufflinks sing their song once more, and are scared because I almost forgot the synth riff. We flirt some with the girls about them having eating competitions yet not being chubbs. Then the canolis come, which were decent. They definitely tried to get away from the raw Italian taste of them though, oh well.
Mrs. Ruof toasts to my "good idea" and everyone says "they owe me." Coolios!
[Shakespearian Sicilian]
Later that night, I head up to Higher Grounds Coffee House (an ugly warehouse with nice couches and drinks,) for the high school division level of The National Shakespeare Competition. For the high school level, you must perform a 20 line monologue for judges from memory. The second level, which takes place at ESU districts [for all I know this could be half of New York,] you must perform a 20 line monologue as well as a sonnet from memory, for judges. If you win that, you go onto the national level, which is a 20 line monologue a sonnet and a cold reading they give you there, for judges. This is in NYC.
Winner And Runner-Ups From Last Year.
Lots of people start filing in, including every English teacher, unfortunately no retired ones, such as Mrs. Blaisdell or Mr. Lawrence. Laudesio's there though.
I discover that it's only Tara Demmy, Muindi, Jake, and myself, who are actually competing. We decide on order, and then chat a bit about a million different subjects.
Up first is Tara, as Helena from A Midsummer Night's Dream, my all time favorite. She shrieks the first line "O Spite, o Hell!" and Jake says, "I'm so screwed dude." After a few lines she falters, and finally remembers. Overall her performance, in my view, was a bit over-the-top-theatrical, but that actually works for Helena.
Muindi is next. I believe he was Titus from Titus Adronicus, and is announced as performing the monologue where some people are to be raped and boiled in a pot or something. He does the typical Malcom X Muindi-ness he does so well, but also forgets a few lines. Finally Jake decides to prompt him, and he ends up finishing. Muindi seems slightly crushed, as he strongly hates to fail.
Jake is third, as Pericles. He is also does very well in the beginning, with nicely cringed face, since Pericles knows he's going to be banished. LOLOSER! But then Jake falters hugely, which really turned my stomach into knots, and Muindi prompts him. Jake seems to have it for a sec, but then says "what?" The crowd laughs. He goes further a bit more, but then says, "I don't know it, I'm not gonna lie," and walks off stage.
His parents were supportive and genuine as always. I tell everyone I honestly thought they still did well when they weren't pausing.
Finally it's my turn, as Puck when he anoints Lysander's eyes in the forest. I don't forget any lines, but I'm worried the whole time mine isn't monologue-ish enough. Originally, in the play here, there would've been Hermia and Lysander sleeping on the floor, and I would be tripping over them.
Finally, Andy Herr - step-son of a woman who is an extraordinary actress in Shakespeare In The Park, who couldn't judge for bias reasons tonight - he video taped his since he's in Florida. His is mediocre, I couldn't stand his mobster voice he's always had. He was Macbeth by the way.
We all casually await the judges verdict, and in the end I'm extremely surprised that the announced winner is "Matt Greco, as Puck." Usually anyone can pull off an angry dramatic character, I thought my comedy would come off too...not impacting enough? I'm crowned, everyone genuinely congratulates me, and I know Muindi is still crushed. He wanted it badly.
[Shakespearian Sicilian : Part Deux]
The rest of the night is all impromptu. First Mrs. Piatek along with her husband, Ms. Pankow, and Mr. Laudesio perform a Midsummer Night's Dream scene which was hilarious and full of slapstick I for once enjoyed.
Later on I play Macbeth in the witches' cauldron scene. Later later on, I beatbox for Muindi and Jake as they rap some lines with Latin in them, I forget the play. It gets the biggest applause, as well as rhythmic clapping as we perform. It livened up the final half hour; I think they booked it for too long, it admittedly got boring.
I'm congratulated throughout the evening by random people, as well as Kryder, Brown, parents of the contestants, my dad and step-mom, Brother, Mother, my step-dad, et cetera.
The next day I'm announced over the P.A. by Pankow as having won, exactly as Rohan walks by, who shouts a congrats, as well as the entire third floor, which was kind of silly, because it seemed like they all knew I was at my locker putting my coat away. So now I await to see when the ESU district level is, and to choose a sonnet.
[Painted Pop-Tarts]
So by popular demand, we've decided to do a final, official, Painted Politics show. Tringali is setting stuff up for an Xtreme Wheelz show around March 4th. Global Dissent has already mentioned interest on being on the bill. We'll be playing all the old songs and hits - Johnny Anderson, Eat Brains - as well as one new one we're writing now. Which we may or may not record.
First practice together in like a year this Thursday. Should be fun, hopefully we can get the vibe back fast. Unfortunately no one can really remember the music for our newer songs.
[Zach Braff And Midori's Ass]
Okay so that's the most wrong title ever. Sorry Meedoree. Anyways, I had a small bundle of people come over to watch Garden State, Gwen, Andraldo, Grantios, and we forced Midori to appear. Apparently she waited on my porch for ten minutes, I guess we were too loud while slamming each other to hear. I feel bad, it must've been as cold as that huge abominable snowman thinger in the fur-mation Rudolph movie.
The night was decent, I was kinda bored, but I had been pooped since we had gotten back from Brother's birthday dinner. I'll make it up soon, maybe I'll make them all some amazing dinner. Egg plant? It's purple.
Then we froze outside while throwing dopes who are easy to throw in the snow, into the snow. I ran after Midori's car, but didn't catch her. Gwen drove by awkwardly.
School tomorrow for one day, and I have to do an art piece, journalism final, math review sheet. And so much for an all-Pennsylvanian Super Bowl. Lynn's bummed about that. Bummed!
Tomorrow I think I'll dropkick Rohan. He wouldn't expect it. Or just slam Drew and Grant.
And sometimes cosines, and sometimes parabolas. He goes everywhere.
Here it is you moon-stompers:
[Hey Max - WE'RE GOIN' TO CHEF'S!]
S'okay, a while back in Journalism I wanted to do a story on Buffalo's Chef's restaurant, fine Italian food downtown. A ton of people down there go on their lunch break, as well as the baby boomer population from great Suburbia here. But really no one in our highschool had ever heard of the place, hence I wanted to story-it-up. Somewhere down the line I ended up suggesting a class field trip there, and as of last Thursday, we went.
We left at 9:00 a.m., I sat in the back with Chris Robinson's large head and monster pooper, Ryan Mckenna's political science-ness, and Max Stezirinsky's Russian Assassin-ness. On our way down to City Hall (our first stop,) the four of us for some reason decided to develop an occopella 80's song. I was the synthesizer, Chris the drums, Max the slap bass, Ryan the vocal talkings. The song was called Purple Fox, by The Cufflinks. It was undeniably 80s.
We arrive at City Hall. Massielo isn't there but has left us some most delightful golden Buffalo pins. Someone like the City Clerk or something talks to us for way too long about the architecture of the place (Art Deco, with Indian paintings just like Democratic Committee building's. And the Indian peace-signs, which are backwards swastikas.) He mentions the Mayor being out talking with Robbie from The Goo Goo Dolls. Apparently they're supposed to walk in any second, maybe I'd be able to snag the bassist and talk to him about using their music in the film, since I still can't get in contact with them.
But they never come through the door.
We tour a bit more, go up to the observatory, which is eerily Titanic-esque. Cassie Albano asks if what we're seeing is Buffalo. I ask if she's a ditz.
Around 11:30 we head off for Chef's. Upon arrival with all the babes and hockey-er and basketball-er [Bryan Something and Tommy Hausler,] there are about two tables full, and then our banquet room with a mega-long table. Everyone seats themselves, and I find myself quite surprised that the make-up of this place isn't slightly more Salavatore's-y. It was more like an office building, but with a table. Out in the dining area it was a bit nicer.
We all talk for a bit, Mrs. Ruof takes a bunch of pictures, including Chris and I pondering with aprons pressed up against our faces. The food comes, my meatballs are delightful, the sauce has red-wine in it. The Cufflinks sing their song once more, and are scared because I almost forgot the synth riff. We flirt some with the girls about them having eating competitions yet not being chubbs. Then the canolis come, which were decent. They definitely tried to get away from the raw Italian taste of them though, oh well.
Mrs. Ruof toasts to my "good idea" and everyone says "they owe me." Coolios!
[Shakespearian Sicilian]
Later that night, I head up to Higher Grounds Coffee House (an ugly warehouse with nice couches and drinks,) for the high school division level of The National Shakespeare Competition. For the high school level, you must perform a 20 line monologue for judges from memory. The second level, which takes place at ESU districts [for all I know this could be half of New York,] you must perform a 20 line monologue as well as a sonnet from memory, for judges. If you win that, you go onto the national level, which is a 20 line monologue a sonnet and a cold reading they give you there, for judges. This is in NYC.
Winner And Runner-Ups From Last Year.
Lots of people start filing in, including every English teacher, unfortunately no retired ones, such as Mrs. Blaisdell or Mr. Lawrence. Laudesio's there though.
I discover that it's only Tara Demmy, Muindi, Jake, and myself, who are actually competing. We decide on order, and then chat a bit about a million different subjects.
Up first is Tara, as Helena from A Midsummer Night's Dream, my all time favorite. She shrieks the first line "O Spite, o Hell!" and Jake says, "I'm so screwed dude." After a few lines she falters, and finally remembers. Overall her performance, in my view, was a bit over-the-top-theatrical, but that actually works for Helena.
Muindi is next. I believe he was Titus from Titus Adronicus, and is announced as performing the monologue where some people are to be raped and boiled in a pot or something. He does the typical Malcom X Muindi-ness he does so well, but also forgets a few lines. Finally Jake decides to prompt him, and he ends up finishing. Muindi seems slightly crushed, as he strongly hates to fail.
Jake is third, as Pericles. He is also does very well in the beginning, with nicely cringed face, since Pericles knows he's going to be banished. LOLOSER! But then Jake falters hugely, which really turned my stomach into knots, and Muindi prompts him. Jake seems to have it for a sec, but then says "what?" The crowd laughs. He goes further a bit more, but then says, "I don't know it, I'm not gonna lie," and walks off stage.
His parents were supportive and genuine as always. I tell everyone I honestly thought they still did well when they weren't pausing.
Finally it's my turn, as Puck when he anoints Lysander's eyes in the forest. I don't forget any lines, but I'm worried the whole time mine isn't monologue-ish enough. Originally, in the play here, there would've been Hermia and Lysander sleeping on the floor, and I would be tripping over them.
Finally, Andy Herr - step-son of a woman who is an extraordinary actress in Shakespeare In The Park, who couldn't judge for bias reasons tonight - he video taped his since he's in Florida. His is mediocre, I couldn't stand his mobster voice he's always had. He was Macbeth by the way.
We all casually await the judges verdict, and in the end I'm extremely surprised that the announced winner is "Matt Greco, as Puck." Usually anyone can pull off an angry dramatic character, I thought my comedy would come off too...not impacting enough? I'm crowned, everyone genuinely congratulates me, and I know Muindi is still crushed. He wanted it badly.
[Shakespearian Sicilian : Part Deux]
The rest of the night is all impromptu. First Mrs. Piatek along with her husband, Ms. Pankow, and Mr. Laudesio perform a Midsummer Night's Dream scene which was hilarious and full of slapstick I for once enjoyed.
Later on I play Macbeth in the witches' cauldron scene. Later later on, I beatbox for Muindi and Jake as they rap some lines with Latin in them, I forget the play. It gets the biggest applause, as well as rhythmic clapping as we perform. It livened up the final half hour; I think they booked it for too long, it admittedly got boring.
I'm congratulated throughout the evening by random people, as well as Kryder, Brown, parents of the contestants, my dad and step-mom, Brother, Mother, my step-dad, et cetera.
The next day I'm announced over the P.A. by Pankow as having won, exactly as Rohan walks by, who shouts a congrats, as well as the entire third floor, which was kind of silly, because it seemed like they all knew I was at my locker putting my coat away. So now I await to see when the ESU district level is, and to choose a sonnet.
[Painted Pop-Tarts]
So by popular demand, we've decided to do a final, official, Painted Politics show. Tringali is setting stuff up for an Xtreme Wheelz show around March 4th. Global Dissent has already mentioned interest on being on the bill. We'll be playing all the old songs and hits - Johnny Anderson, Eat Brains - as well as one new one we're writing now. Which we may or may not record.
First practice together in like a year this Thursday. Should be fun, hopefully we can get the vibe back fast. Unfortunately no one can really remember the music for our newer songs.
[Zach Braff And Midori's Ass]
Okay so that's the most wrong title ever. Sorry Meedoree. Anyways, I had a small bundle of people come over to watch Garden State, Gwen, Andraldo, Grantios, and we forced Midori to appear. Apparently she waited on my porch for ten minutes, I guess we were too loud while slamming each other to hear. I feel bad, it must've been as cold as that huge abominable snowman thinger in the fur-mation Rudolph movie.
The night was decent, I was kinda bored, but I had been pooped since we had gotten back from Brother's birthday dinner. I'll make it up soon, maybe I'll make them all some amazing dinner. Egg plant? It's purple.
Then we froze outside while throwing dopes who are easy to throw in the snow, into the snow. I ran after Midori's car, but didn't catch her. Gwen drove by awkwardly.
School tomorrow for one day, and I have to do an art piece, journalism final, math review sheet. And so much for an all-Pennsylvanian Super Bowl. Lynn's bummed about that. Bummed!
Tomorrow I think I'll dropkick Rohan. He wouldn't expect it. Or just slam Drew and Grant.