Weekend Shit Show.
Who knows how many of you crossed my path this weekend, but rest assured you probably saw me at my worst. Bender may not be the correct word, but it works. Trying to find a beginning or an end to all of it has become a daunting task for this wannabe wordsmith. What follows is a recount of the stories that have been passed on, shared and experienced by yours truly. And yes, it will be in list format.
Top Ten Drunk People of This weekend..
10. PenisFace: He got cocks drawn all over his face. He also has great stories about eating butt.
9. Miriam: She had a great puking experience outside of the bar.
8. Mikey: That kid can throw a keg party, but he should try not to drink the whole keg.
7. Leclare: Was he even there? He may have been the only kid drunker than me.
6. Dee: This fire is out of control.
5. Sean BigM: That kid was tossed. Good form.
4. Kyle: He tried to walk and broke his ankle again.
3. Karl the Rapper: For his undying persistence to eat as many Jello shots as possible and his logical discussion regarding the physics of a good bender.
2. The Hawk: And I quote “Was Xanex or Aderall that I just ate?” He also fought Oveis outside Bside.
1. Jay “Ortega” Belin: Of course I’m number one. Did you see me this weekend? Embarrassing. I should have John Williams score my weekends.
Top Five Physical Feats.
5. Sean bones going for the onstage Culkin of Chernin. Sorry I dropped the ball.
4. Builder’s Brunch skills. That kid is methodical. Keep your hands and feet inside until the ride has come to a complete stop.
3. The Culkin executed on me while I was holding a box of Jello shots. How many spilled? None.
2. Kyle hitting a homerun during Saturday’s Wiffle Ball battle. Did I mention he is on crutches and can’t put weight on his right foot.
1. Hawkins and Oveis fought outside of the bar after Alec and I Culkined Hawkins. They were on the ground, and Oveis got pretty scratched up.
Hard Dude Award.
Everyone who woke up at 186 and proceeded to get trashed before noon. Definitely best in show.
The Rundown. Part Uno.
Can anyone tell me why my ear hurts so much? Did someone punch me in the head? I’m serious here. It hurts so much.
Anyway, Friday started with a 7:15pm showing of Kill Bill Volume 2 at the Lowe’s on Third Avenue and something street. Christie organized a large group that included Hawk, Dee, Kyle, Julia and I. We got some solid seats and settled in for another fantastic effort from Quentin. His films are so spot on. That guy can write some dialog. The whole thing clicks. The story about the fish dying was amazing. The first film had more eye candy, but this one filled in all the story holes left from the earlier picture. There were some daring visual elements to Volume 2 (pitch dark screen and the scene with the monk), but they don’t rival the violence of Volume 1.
After the flick, Hawk, Christie, Julia and I caught a quick Blue 9 Burger. I saw the bass player from Surefire in the restaurant, but I don’t know the guy. Are those kids in college? They look really young, but they are doing quite well for themselves.
We hopped the L Train and headed to Mike and Katie’s party out in Williamsburg. We were greeted by Stevo, Jordan and the rest of the gang that assembled quickly when word of a free keg began to spread. The apartment was full of kids so the beer ran out on the early side so we got 99 cent 22’s and DTL even got a six pack of tall boys for under four dollars. For the life of me I can’t remember the brand, so fill me in Dan. My favorite part of the evening was talking ska with Margo and Katie. We ran down the list of ridiculous ska that we used to rock out to. Then a mix tape had an Op Ivy track along with NOFX and Less Than Jake songs. It was a trip down memory lane. All I can say is Johnny Quest knows I sold out.
Eventually the beer ran out and the surely attitude brewing was an indication for me to get myself home. Lowel and I split a car back into the LES where I met Dee to get the ingredients for the Jello fiesta. Once home, I decided to let the booze take hold, and I passed out before getting work. A couple batches were made so I had some for breakfast the next morning.
That’s just the beginning. Saturday and Sunday were crazy, but I can’t get into that right now. A four-week rule may have to be called on them.
Thanks for reading my dribble. More to come tomorrow.
Who knows how many of you crossed my path this weekend, but rest assured you probably saw me at my worst. Bender may not be the correct word, but it works. Trying to find a beginning or an end to all of it has become a daunting task for this wannabe wordsmith. What follows is a recount of the stories that have been passed on, shared and experienced by yours truly. And yes, it will be in list format.
Top Ten Drunk People of This weekend..
10. PenisFace: He got cocks drawn all over his face. He also has great stories about eating butt.
9. Miriam: She had a great puking experience outside of the bar.
8. Mikey: That kid can throw a keg party, but he should try not to drink the whole keg.
7. Leclare: Was he even there? He may have been the only kid drunker than me.
6. Dee: This fire is out of control.
5. Sean BigM: That kid was tossed. Good form.
4. Kyle: He tried to walk and broke his ankle again.
3. Karl the Rapper: For his undying persistence to eat as many Jello shots as possible and his logical discussion regarding the physics of a good bender.
2. The Hawk: And I quote “Was Xanex or Aderall that I just ate?” He also fought Oveis outside Bside.
1. Jay “Ortega” Belin: Of course I’m number one. Did you see me this weekend? Embarrassing. I should have John Williams score my weekends.
Top Five Physical Feats.
5. Sean bones going for the onstage Culkin of Chernin. Sorry I dropped the ball.
4. Builder’s Brunch skills. That kid is methodical. Keep your hands and feet inside until the ride has come to a complete stop.
3. The Culkin executed on me while I was holding a box of Jello shots. How many spilled? None.
2. Kyle hitting a homerun during Saturday’s Wiffle Ball battle. Did I mention he is on crutches and can’t put weight on his right foot.
1. Hawkins and Oveis fought outside of the bar after Alec and I Culkined Hawkins. They were on the ground, and Oveis got pretty scratched up.
Hard Dude Award.
Everyone who woke up at 186 and proceeded to get trashed before noon. Definitely best in show.
The Rundown. Part Uno.
Can anyone tell me why my ear hurts so much? Did someone punch me in the head? I’m serious here. It hurts so much.
Anyway, Friday started with a 7:15pm showing of Kill Bill Volume 2 at the Lowe’s on Third Avenue and something street. Christie organized a large group that included Hawk, Dee, Kyle, Julia and I. We got some solid seats and settled in for another fantastic effort from Quentin. His films are so spot on. That guy can write some dialog. The whole thing clicks. The story about the fish dying was amazing. The first film had more eye candy, but this one filled in all the story holes left from the earlier picture. There were some daring visual elements to Volume 2 (pitch dark screen and the scene with the monk), but they don’t rival the violence of Volume 1.
After the flick, Hawk, Christie, Julia and I caught a quick Blue 9 Burger. I saw the bass player from Surefire in the restaurant, but I don’t know the guy. Are those kids in college? They look really young, but they are doing quite well for themselves.
We hopped the L Train and headed to Mike and Katie’s party out in Williamsburg. We were greeted by Stevo, Jordan and the rest of the gang that assembled quickly when word of a free keg began to spread. The apartment was full of kids so the beer ran out on the early side so we got 99 cent 22’s and DTL even got a six pack of tall boys for under four dollars. For the life of me I can’t remember the brand, so fill me in Dan. My favorite part of the evening was talking ska with Margo and Katie. We ran down the list of ridiculous ska that we used to rock out to. Then a mix tape had an Op Ivy track along with NOFX and Less Than Jake songs. It was a trip down memory lane. All I can say is Johnny Quest knows I sold out.
Eventually the beer ran out and the surely attitude brewing was an indication for me to get myself home. Lowel and I split a car back into the LES where I met Dee to get the ingredients for the Jello fiesta. Once home, I decided to let the booze take hold, and I passed out before getting work. A couple batches were made so I had some for breakfast the next morning.
That’s just the beginning. Saturday and Sunday were crazy, but I can’t get into that right now. A four-week rule may have to be called on them.
Thanks for reading my dribble. More to come tomorrow.
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