another gig.
so we got hired to go and play a fancy party for some booksigning at the borgata. for those of you not in the know, the borgota makes the biltmore look like metrocenter. this is important later. we get there and its just chris and i (kellen still cant play for a bit) and they tell us to drink wine before we play. the wine flowed like chuck d over a breakbeat. we drank and played and had a splendid time, me in my tuxedo and chris looking classy as well. it ended up chris, lorenzo (the guy who hired us), amanny's mom and i drinking wine in the salon while lorenzo discuessed spirituality to no end. hes an interesting guy, a former hell's angel gone investment banker gone movie writing recluse gone recovering alcoholic.
he was fun. chris drinks too much wine. he goes outside to sit on a bench and pukes everywhere and passes out in this classy monument to excess that is the borgata. this is quite embarassing. im with the guy who gave us $100 and free wine and food just to play there for an hour dragging chris to the car. lorenzo proved his studness once again by giving me a unopened bottle of wine for the road.
heres where it gets interesting.
chris cant sit up let alone drive. that leaves me, a kid with a felony record, suspended liscence and a pending dui conviction who has been drinking all night to drive us home in a car i havent driven.
i drove us home safely. now, if i get one comment saying that im a dumbass for driving that person must fuck them selves with a rusty syringe because i was between a rock and a hard place.
we still made it away with $100, more business deals, and a bottle of wine.
i also came to the conclusion that i have the best job in the world, getting paid to do my favorite thing while drinking free wine and eating good food.
the only way id trade places with anyone would be if i got to do those things while driving 150 mph in a corvette Z06 on the 101 at 3 in the morning.
he was fun. chris drinks too much wine. he goes outside to sit on a bench and pukes everywhere and passes out in this classy monument to excess that is the borgata. this is quite embarassing. im with the guy who gave us $100 and free wine and food just to play there for an hour dragging chris to the car. lorenzo proved his studness once again by giving me a unopened bottle of wine for the road.
heres where it gets interesting.
chris cant sit up let alone drive. that leaves me, a kid with a felony record, suspended liscence and a pending dui conviction who has been drinking all night to drive us home in a car i havent driven.
i drove us home safely. now, if i get one comment saying that im a dumbass for driving that person must fuck them selves with a rusty syringe because i was between a rock and a hard place.
we still made it away with $100, more business deals, and a bottle of wine.
i also came to the conclusion that i have the best job in the world, getting paid to do my favorite thing while drinking free wine and eating good food.
the only way id trade places with anyone would be if i got to do those things while driving 150 mph in a corvette Z06 on the 101 at 3 in the morning.