236: The Think Tank.
My whole entire life smells like a shitty dive bar right now. My room is a giant ashtray with more beer cans/bottles than I care to count. My coat has Wu Tang concert stains cause I kept dropping it on the Electric Factory floor and I still have soda in my hair from wrestling Mike 95 yesterday.
Wu Tang was possibly the best concert I've ever seen. Flat out. They played every song I wanted to hear, except two. It was like 1995 all over again-in the best way. Liz, Kelly and I had a great time. Afterwards we went to this "party" that Bosco was at which ended up being him and two other people talking about Al Qaeda. Those two people snuck off to sleep, Bosco punched their mirror, we cleaned it up all secret-like and bounced. Got back to my house and Randy and Miguel were cuddling in my bed (which my rationalization at the time was 'aww he missed his friend'), Lazer was asleep on the floor and Aly and Jay Hale were just hanging out. We drank a bit more and then went to sleep.
Saturday the Mighty Fest-ers arrived around 6. I started drinking vodka and switched promptly to beer cause I knew it was gonna be a long night. And, oh, how it was. They had a rock throwing contest down at the park for the first event. Aly's little brother won! Then they had arm wrestling, an endurance challenge, a staring contest and a boasting contest. I only entered in the drinking contest. And I think I won cause I drank the absolute last beer. It was alot of fun and they were all respectful and helped clean up and all.
Sunday we sat around, watched the Babysitter's club movie, listened to Mark Jordan verbally rape all the characters, drank (or at least a few of us did), Jay Hale, Matt and Bosco decided they wanted to have a snowball fight so they went out and started throwing them at the windows so Mike threw gelatin-water, firecrackers and other shit at them. Then when Tia decided she would drive Becky home they realized that her and Matt's cars were towed outta the parking lot, so we had to call the cops and all. They came and basically told them that it was a private lot so they could do that. They were friggin pisssssssed.
What a great weekend.
Wu Tang was possibly the best concert I've ever seen. Flat out. They played every song I wanted to hear, except two. It was like 1995 all over again-in the best way. Liz, Kelly and I had a great time. Afterwards we went to this "party" that Bosco was at which ended up being him and two other people talking about Al Qaeda. Those two people snuck off to sleep, Bosco punched their mirror, we cleaned it up all secret-like and bounced. Got back to my house and Randy and Miguel were cuddling in my bed (which my rationalization at the time was 'aww he missed his friend'), Lazer was asleep on the floor and Aly and Jay Hale were just hanging out. We drank a bit more and then went to sleep.
Saturday the Mighty Fest-ers arrived around 6. I started drinking vodka and switched promptly to beer cause I knew it was gonna be a long night. And, oh, how it was. They had a rock throwing contest down at the park for the first event. Aly's little brother won! Then they had arm wrestling, an endurance challenge, a staring contest and a boasting contest. I only entered in the drinking contest. And I think I won cause I drank the absolute last beer. It was alot of fun and they were all respectful and helped clean up and all.
Sunday we sat around, watched the Babysitter's club movie, listened to Mark Jordan verbally rape all the characters, drank (or at least a few of us did), Jay Hale, Matt and Bosco decided they wanted to have a snowball fight so they went out and started throwing them at the windows so Mike threw gelatin-water, firecrackers and other shit at them. Then when Tia decided she would drive Becky home they realized that her and Matt's cars were towed outta the parking lot, so we had to call the cops and all. They came and basically told them that it was a private lot so they could do that. They were friggin pisssssssed.
What a great weekend.