One Massive Culkin.
The title of this post was my reply to Miriam’s question of how the party went. It was a fucking mess. Who knew it would blow up in that fashion? No one was called and the official announcement didn’t come until 8pm, but we still managed to pack 186 with drunken kids. Let me start from the beginning.
I want to start out saying thank you to all of you who wrote or called me to send birthday wishes. It was truly a fantastic 23rd and after that, I’m ready to kick the bucket. Thanks to those of you who tossed me mix tape or any other birthday schwagg. I’d like to thank Noah and Beach for the bottle of tequila, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t.
It Was A Festival!
Naturally, I wanted the evening to start out with a massive trip to my favorite restaurant, Festival. Builder, Miriam, Beach, Noah, Stevo and Kyle jumped on the train. Before we sat down, I had ordered the table a round of tequila shots so we would all have a solid base before dinner. The Guacamole flowed like cash through a casino and the margaritas were taken down at an alarming rate. Everyone in on the meal managed to get sauced before we left the restaurant. The plan was for me to put it on a credit card, but when the bill came, we realized that they don’t take card. In an effort to redeem myself, Beach, Stevo, Noah and I went to Key Foods and bought something like six cases of PBR.
We returned to the house where kids began to collect. We were taking shots of tequila like it was our job. Unfortunately for him, Lou became the first victim of the evening’s high registry of Culkin’s, (come to think of it, he got the first two). By the time 12am rolled around, our kitchen had been covered in beer. This wasn’t helped by the group shotgun we performed where kids were more concerned with spraying each other with the beer than actually consuming it.
The evening got a little crazy for me when I puked up my entire dinner and then returned to the kitchen only to be Culkined by Beach and Builder. While I laid on my back laughing, Kyle took the liberty to dump an entire beer on my head. Let me say it now. As soon as that kid’s ankle heals, he is going down. I was also Culkined by Lucy and Beach. The fucking Beach’s Culkined me! She has it coming to her now, especially after she was a part of the Culkin that took Johnny down into the drum kit in my bedroom. Chances are, she will spend a lot of time on the grass at Coachella.
My favorite Culkin of the evening was registered by Beach and I. Builder hops into the kitchen in full Mets gear. He had one of those shiny coats with the Mets emblem on the front along with his Mets hat. Before that bag of snacks realized it, Beach had dropped to his knees and I put him on his back. It was great. If you are wondering, there were girls there, and they were pleading with us to lay off, especially after Lowel freaked out and started punching people, but you know what, we never learn.
I’d also like to say thanks to the kids who put my birthday cake inside my pillowcase. You know who you are, and watch your back, the site is on you.
Around 2am I opened the fridge and to my dismay, we had run out of PBR, (though I neglected to remember the 12 pack I had stashed). At this point it was time to wrangle up the kids and send them on their way. We were lucky everyone bounced when they did, because 10 minutes later the cops showed up. They can’t do anything, but it’s still a pain in the ass.
The whole group headed over to 2A and for some reason I thought this was a good idea. All I could remember is that the bar was so fucking dark, and Saturday I realized it was because my shades were on. Eventually I had made it to the bar with Cami who turned to order us shots at which point I ducked out like a bastard and called it an evening.
Shitfest Take Two.
Saturday morning Builder, Miriam and I got up early to pick up the apartment before they headed out of town. Around 1pm Cami and I met for some breakfast at this Soul/Southern food joint on 12th Street between A & B. The food was great and the service was sweet, but catfish and sausage gravy was not what my stomach needed.
Cami and I went back to 186 to hang on the fire escape while listening to the new David Cross record. I’ve said it before, but everyone needs to hear this record because Cross is a genius. We retired to the indoors where we sat around and played Trivial Pursuit. One of us did really well, and I’ll leave it to you figure out who. Oveis stopped by on his way home from the draft, (check out the post below). We hung out for awhile before heading to Mike’s party.
Saturday was Mike’s (from Bside/Jagerbomb fame) birthday and he had a bitching party in his backyard in the LES. We arrived a bit on the early side and partook in the PBR keg he had picked up. It was a great setting to segue into the evening. Watching the sun set while sipping cold beer in a killer backyard is right next to heaven in all time awesomeness. It made me feel like I was back in San Francisco with my little sister at some random barbeque. The place was full of kids like Sivan, Josh, Stevo, Sam, Leah, Megan and a slew of new peps. Big props go out to Mike for being on the ball and picking us up a couple of Bouncing Souls tickets.
By 8pm Cami, Leah and I were on our way to Crif Dog to pick up some grub before Cami and I headed to Bowery. We ate our food while I sat and read a bunch of questions from the Simpson’s Jeopardy game that is in their box of fun. Cami and I had time to kill so we stopped at International Bar for a quick Beast.
We got to the Bowery as Seachange was ripping into their first song which is also my favorite track of theirs; Glitterball. They were so right on and as I’ve said before, a band that everyone should check out, especially if they are into weighty Brit rock. During the change over (sidenote: at this point I was gone) we said hello to Beach, Daylen, Liz, Noah, Lucy and Mohawk who had all made their way to the back and were ready for some serious GBV action. Carlos showed up so Beach, him and I headed upstairs for a quick tequila shot before heading back down to see Bob Pollard do some serious leg kicks. Their set was outstanding, and Bob was simply out of control. It made for a great fucking close to a couple of nights of hard drinking.
Sunday I woke up a bit late and had to explain to the landlord why kids were in the hall so late on Friday which was a pain in my ass. So the next time you are at 186 do not go out into the hall to use your phone, make out or puke (Stevo! But thanks for doing it into a bag). Noah and I met up over at my friend Becky’s house. Becky has recently moved to the city from the dirty Jerz and she is a welcomed addition to the hood. After escaping the mess in her hallway, (some jackass set off a fire extinguisher) we made our way to Odessa for a sub par meal from one of my favorite establishments.
After the meal, we returned to 186 to waste away the rest of the day in the living room. The three of us got into some more Pursuit battles that had Becky coming out on top. Eventually, Kasha, Beach, Kristen, Builder and Stevo showed up and we settled into a viewing of the Todd Philips classic, Old School. My intention was to head to Pianos to see Jeanie’s set along with Dennis’ but it never panned out. I was also told that Adam played a Luna show last night so I’d like to send out my apologies to everyone, but if you saw me this weekend, you would understand why a day off was necessary.
After some spooky dreams and a serious morning, I’ve slipped into my afternoon in the office and I still have a pile of work on my desk that I can barely see over. But that’s beside the point.
Live Fast, Die Young.
4 Days until I leave for Coachella! I can't wait to cuddle with Whitney and pee on Paul!
I'd also like to send a shout out to Mr. Oveis; thanks for reading.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: The Pixies, Gigantic (live); Alton Ellis, I Don’t Want to be Right; The Beatles, Every Little Thing; Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love; The Postal Service, Nothing Better; Devo, Gut Feeling; Beck, New Pollution; Weezer, Falling for You; Elvis Costello, Watching the Detectives; Pavement, The Hexx.
The title of this post was my reply to Miriam’s question of how the party went. It was a fucking mess. Who knew it would blow up in that fashion? No one was called and the official announcement didn’t come until 8pm, but we still managed to pack 186 with drunken kids. Let me start from the beginning.
I want to start out saying thank you to all of you who wrote or called me to send birthday wishes. It was truly a fantastic 23rd and after that, I’m ready to kick the bucket. Thanks to those of you who tossed me mix tape or any other birthday schwagg. I’d like to thank Noah and Beach for the bottle of tequila, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t.
It Was A Festival!
Naturally, I wanted the evening to start out with a massive trip to my favorite restaurant, Festival. Builder, Miriam, Beach, Noah, Stevo and Kyle jumped on the train. Before we sat down, I had ordered the table a round of tequila shots so we would all have a solid base before dinner. The Guacamole flowed like cash through a casino and the margaritas were taken down at an alarming rate. Everyone in on the meal managed to get sauced before we left the restaurant. The plan was for me to put it on a credit card, but when the bill came, we realized that they don’t take card. In an effort to redeem myself, Beach, Stevo, Noah and I went to Key Foods and bought something like six cases of PBR.
We returned to the house where kids began to collect. We were taking shots of tequila like it was our job. Unfortunately for him, Lou became the first victim of the evening’s high registry of Culkin’s, (come to think of it, he got the first two). By the time 12am rolled around, our kitchen had been covered in beer. This wasn’t helped by the group shotgun we performed where kids were more concerned with spraying each other with the beer than actually consuming it.
The evening got a little crazy for me when I puked up my entire dinner and then returned to the kitchen only to be Culkined by Beach and Builder. While I laid on my back laughing, Kyle took the liberty to dump an entire beer on my head. Let me say it now. As soon as that kid’s ankle heals, he is going down. I was also Culkined by Lucy and Beach. The fucking Beach’s Culkined me! She has it coming to her now, especially after she was a part of the Culkin that took Johnny down into the drum kit in my bedroom. Chances are, she will spend a lot of time on the grass at Coachella.
My favorite Culkin of the evening was registered by Beach and I. Builder hops into the kitchen in full Mets gear. He had one of those shiny coats with the Mets emblem on the front along with his Mets hat. Before that bag of snacks realized it, Beach had dropped to his knees and I put him on his back. It was great. If you are wondering, there were girls there, and they were pleading with us to lay off, especially after Lowel freaked out and started punching people, but you know what, we never learn.
I’d also like to say thanks to the kids who put my birthday cake inside my pillowcase. You know who you are, and watch your back, the site is on you.
Around 2am I opened the fridge and to my dismay, we had run out of PBR, (though I neglected to remember the 12 pack I had stashed). At this point it was time to wrangle up the kids and send them on their way. We were lucky everyone bounced when they did, because 10 minutes later the cops showed up. They can’t do anything, but it’s still a pain in the ass.
The whole group headed over to 2A and for some reason I thought this was a good idea. All I could remember is that the bar was so fucking dark, and Saturday I realized it was because my shades were on. Eventually I had made it to the bar with Cami who turned to order us shots at which point I ducked out like a bastard and called it an evening.
Shitfest Take Two.
Saturday morning Builder, Miriam and I got up early to pick up the apartment before they headed out of town. Around 1pm Cami and I met for some breakfast at this Soul/Southern food joint on 12th Street between A & B. The food was great and the service was sweet, but catfish and sausage gravy was not what my stomach needed.
Cami and I went back to 186 to hang on the fire escape while listening to the new David Cross record. I’ve said it before, but everyone needs to hear this record because Cross is a genius. We retired to the indoors where we sat around and played Trivial Pursuit. One of us did really well, and I’ll leave it to you figure out who. Oveis stopped by on his way home from the draft, (check out the post below). We hung out for awhile before heading to Mike’s party.
Saturday was Mike’s (from Bside/Jagerbomb fame) birthday and he had a bitching party in his backyard in the LES. We arrived a bit on the early side and partook in the PBR keg he had picked up. It was a great setting to segue into the evening. Watching the sun set while sipping cold beer in a killer backyard is right next to heaven in all time awesomeness. It made me feel like I was back in San Francisco with my little sister at some random barbeque. The place was full of kids like Sivan, Josh, Stevo, Sam, Leah, Megan and a slew of new peps. Big props go out to Mike for being on the ball and picking us up a couple of Bouncing Souls tickets.
By 8pm Cami, Leah and I were on our way to Crif Dog to pick up some grub before Cami and I headed to Bowery. We ate our food while I sat and read a bunch of questions from the Simpson’s Jeopardy game that is in their box of fun. Cami and I had time to kill so we stopped at International Bar for a quick Beast.
We got to the Bowery as Seachange was ripping into their first song which is also my favorite track of theirs; Glitterball. They were so right on and as I’ve said before, a band that everyone should check out, especially if they are into weighty Brit rock. During the change over (sidenote: at this point I was gone) we said hello to Beach, Daylen, Liz, Noah, Lucy and Mohawk who had all made their way to the back and were ready for some serious GBV action. Carlos showed up so Beach, him and I headed upstairs for a quick tequila shot before heading back down to see Bob Pollard do some serious leg kicks. Their set was outstanding, and Bob was simply out of control. It made for a great fucking close to a couple of nights of hard drinking.
Sunday I woke up a bit late and had to explain to the landlord why kids were in the hall so late on Friday which was a pain in my ass. So the next time you are at 186 do not go out into the hall to use your phone, make out or puke (Stevo! But thanks for doing it into a bag). Noah and I met up over at my friend Becky’s house. Becky has recently moved to the city from the dirty Jerz and she is a welcomed addition to the hood. After escaping the mess in her hallway, (some jackass set off a fire extinguisher) we made our way to Odessa for a sub par meal from one of my favorite establishments.
After the meal, we returned to 186 to waste away the rest of the day in the living room. The three of us got into some more Pursuit battles that had Becky coming out on top. Eventually, Kasha, Beach, Kristen, Builder and Stevo showed up and we settled into a viewing of the Todd Philips classic, Old School. My intention was to head to Pianos to see Jeanie’s set along with Dennis’ but it never panned out. I was also told that Adam played a Luna show last night so I’d like to send out my apologies to everyone, but if you saw me this weekend, you would understand why a day off was necessary.
After some spooky dreams and a serious morning, I’ve slipped into my afternoon in the office and I still have a pile of work on my desk that I can barely see over. But that’s beside the point.
Live Fast, Die Young.
4 Days until I leave for Coachella! I can't wait to cuddle with Whitney and pee on Paul!
I'd also like to send a shout out to Mr. Oveis; thanks for reading.
Today’s Ipod Mix included: The Pixies, Gigantic (live); Alton Ellis, I Don’t Want to be Right; The Beatles, Every Little Thing; Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love; The Postal Service, Nothing Better; Devo, Gut Feeling; Beck, New Pollution; Weezer, Falling for You; Elvis Costello, Watching the Detectives; Pavement, The Hexx.
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