My Room was on Fire...
It's been awhile since the last update. My apologies. With the move, the holiday, work and school (and girls... well, maybe not) I've been booked up.
So if you don't know, now you know. On Sunday, Dan, Noah, Kyle, D and I packed up 224 Ave B, apartment #6 and headed South of the Border. We found a bitching place (Kyle likes to call it a fixer upper) on Norfolk and Houston, and I couldn't be happier. In fact, we have enough room to have a kitchen table, so you all must come over for a game of spades, a knifer and some High Life.
So let me tell you about my Tuesday night. After I had canceled dinner on Liz, my roommate canceled moving in, which was a kick in the pants. Nonetheless, Noah came over and we watched The Simple Life, which let us both awestruck. Fox has done it again, and thankfully it involves to rich slutty girls. Some highlights include Paris' dickhead discussion about Walmart, the amount of crack Paris was showing and the comment about having a threesome with their new live in brother. Thank god someone had the gull to fund this show. I can't wait to watch them hook up with locals... Oh shit, I just realized their is a "Special" episode on this evening before the OC. Fuckin Eh!
So Noah left, and eventually Stevo came over. At this point it was 11pm and we were enjoying a couple tallboys while duking it out on the N64. We heard this loud popping sound which sounded like jiffy pop. We wrote it off as a heating pipe, but its persistence got me nervous. I stepped out to the kitchen and followed the sound to a window that looks into a shaft way, only to be surprised by flames that were five feet below. I yelled to Stevo to grab his coat and get the hell out of there. I ran into my room to put on my shoes and a coat. After running around trying to figure out what to save (I thought about my Ibook, but it's a piece of shit), I couldn't stop thinking about the Simpsons episode where they have the fire drill and Lisa grabs her trophys. All I could think was, "I don't have any trophys". As we ran down the steps, the windows were covered in flames. I was calling 911 on my way down to the ground floor, and I believe this is what was said to the operator, "Fire, 1X6 Norfolk Street. Get here now!" As we got to the ground floor, there were already police in the hall rushing us out of the building. We waited outside for the better part of an hour. Kyle showed up and kept us entertained. The good news is that the apartment was virtually untouched and we celebrated with another Tallboy. Folks, that was only day 2 in that apartment. Only 363 more to survive.
Is anyone interested in the Natural History w/ Apollo Sunshine gig this evening? Pregame at my house with the OC and then jump 2 blocks to Sin-e. It sounds like a solid Wednesday, write or call me if you are interested.
Finally, I'm glad to be a part of helping fellow Darkness fan and blogger get into one of the best gigs of 2003.
The News is back...
The soon to be Sir Mick avoids the chance of looking like a tabloid hungry dick.
Fuck you if you don't like this duo. I'm excited to hear what they've been cooking up.
I read this article a couple days ago. Is Iggy Pop really that lame? Miami Beach? He needs to go back to Ann Arbor.
Maybe the Onion should talk to Fox about a new series.
I need to work in an environment like this.
It's not just the weirdo's in Washington Square park. Time Out gives us their list of creepy stuff that settled in the city.
Free Williamsburg gives us their rundown on the best and worst of the 2003 music offerings.
That's all for now.
It's been awhile since the last update. My apologies. With the move, the holiday, work and school (and girls... well, maybe not) I've been booked up.
So if you don't know, now you know. On Sunday, Dan, Noah, Kyle, D and I packed up 224 Ave B, apartment #6 and headed South of the Border. We found a bitching place (Kyle likes to call it a fixer upper) on Norfolk and Houston, and I couldn't be happier. In fact, we have enough room to have a kitchen table, so you all must come over for a game of spades, a knifer and some High Life.
So let me tell you about my Tuesday night. After I had canceled dinner on Liz, my roommate canceled moving in, which was a kick in the pants. Nonetheless, Noah came over and we watched The Simple Life, which let us both awestruck. Fox has done it again, and thankfully it involves to rich slutty girls. Some highlights include Paris' dickhead discussion about Walmart, the amount of crack Paris was showing and the comment about having a threesome with their new live in brother. Thank god someone had the gull to fund this show. I can't wait to watch them hook up with locals... Oh shit, I just realized their is a "Special" episode on this evening before the OC. Fuckin Eh!
So Noah left, and eventually Stevo came over. At this point it was 11pm and we were enjoying a couple tallboys while duking it out on the N64. We heard this loud popping sound which sounded like jiffy pop. We wrote it off as a heating pipe, but its persistence got me nervous. I stepped out to the kitchen and followed the sound to a window that looks into a shaft way, only to be surprised by flames that were five feet below. I yelled to Stevo to grab his coat and get the hell out of there. I ran into my room to put on my shoes and a coat. After running around trying to figure out what to save (I thought about my Ibook, but it's a piece of shit), I couldn't stop thinking about the Simpsons episode where they have the fire drill and Lisa grabs her trophys. All I could think was, "I don't have any trophys". As we ran down the steps, the windows were covered in flames. I was calling 911 on my way down to the ground floor, and I believe this is what was said to the operator, "Fire, 1X6 Norfolk Street. Get here now!" As we got to the ground floor, there were already police in the hall rushing us out of the building. We waited outside for the better part of an hour. Kyle showed up and kept us entertained. The good news is that the apartment was virtually untouched and we celebrated with another Tallboy. Folks, that was only day 2 in that apartment. Only 363 more to survive.
Is anyone interested in the Natural History w/ Apollo Sunshine gig this evening? Pregame at my house with the OC and then jump 2 blocks to Sin-e. It sounds like a solid Wednesday, write or call me if you are interested.
Finally, I'm glad to be a part of helping fellow Darkness fan and blogger get into one of the best gigs of 2003.
The News is back...
The soon to be Sir Mick avoids the chance of looking like a tabloid hungry dick.
Fuck you if you don't like this duo. I'm excited to hear what they've been cooking up.
I read this article a couple days ago. Is Iggy Pop really that lame? Miami Beach? He needs to go back to Ann Arbor.
Maybe the Onion should talk to Fox about a new series.
I need to work in an environment like this.
It's not just the weirdo's in Washington Square park. Time Out gives us their list of creepy stuff that settled in the city.
Free Williamsburg gives us their rundown on the best and worst of the 2003 music offerings.
That's all for now.
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