You Said We Partied. So Maybe We Partied.
In the words of one East Side resident, “Holy fucking bulldog”. This weekend was quite a display of ridiculous behavior and all American consumption. It tested the will of many and only the strong came out on top, but it goes with out saying, that all who were touched (or touched for that matter) by the absurd performance that was packed into three little days, may never be the same.
Also, let me apologize for the lack of updating. I’ve been under some heavy watch at work and I managed to get in a little more trouble so the shitty administrative work has been put on my shoulders. Two days in and two giant mailings out. It’s essential that I ride the last few months of this position with a bit of an attitude adjustment in order to ensure my future employment.
Where Shall We Begin?
It all started on Friday evening. After trying to score a quick nap, I grabbed a margarita to go at El Sombrero and made my way to Dr. Oveis’ pad. We sat around for a few before heading to Motor City to say hello to Mandel and to meet with the kids who were going to Kanji Village for Daylen’s birthday dealie. The group of ten or so, which included Beach, Oveis, Daylen, Liz, Todd, Danny Mohawk, Lucy, Elise, Eileen (I think) and I, sat down for a huge dinner at the village. At this point I had a heavy sweat on since I substituted a healthy dose of study drugs in place of sleep. This is becoming a practice I should shy away from, but fuck it (throw it in the trash).
After finishing the meal (my dinner came in a bamboo boat), Beach, Oveis and I headed to the Mercury to catch the Greenhornes set. If you don’t know these guys yet and you are a sucker for the garage rock revival (much like myself), than do yourself a favor and give these Cincinnati boys a listen. Their line-up has been shaved down to three fellows, but they still bring the lo-fi garage sound with some laid back Midwest fury. I bolted before Southern Culture on the Skids took the stage, but I’m sure they delivered.
Stevo and his pops were lurking around Ave B so I headed up to Bside and had a chat with Justin who was working the door that evening. With no sign of Stevo in sight, I was prepared to bolt before Carlos persuaded me to sit down for a quick VT. Eventually Stevo called and informed me that they were making their scene at Radio Perfecto. A quick skip down the block and I was pleasantly surprised by the presence of Mr. Marks, Jiun, Jordache, Max, Dana, Adam Fucking Ghory, Stevo, Mike, Builder, the Hawk and a few others. Then a phone call from Whitney came into my mobile. Much to my excitement, he was in NYC visiting with his mom and sister who were planning to crash out so he decided to meet up with the crew.
Once he showed up, Mike, Builder, Whit and I began a rigorous bar hoping that had us bouncing between Radio Perfecto and Bside. Carlos was nice enough to clue us in on a special that Sivan has never told me about. You can get a baby Bud and a tequila shot for the low price of $4. This closed the books on my evening. By 1am I was tossed, and ready for bed. Funny enough, the next morning I thought that I arrived home by 1am, but I was later told by Beach and the rest of the gang that they Culkined me in the middle of Ave B after sending me on a mission to find Oveis’ puke. Yeah, that’s right. I’m an idiot, but the night was amazing.
Shrimp Pancakes. My Ass!
Waking up didn’t really present much of a problem to me on Saturday morning. Mike had crashed out at the house so Mike, Builder and I decided to get some brunch at some joint that is across the street from HiFi. If you are looking for a wicked cheap brunch (without an alcohol beverage), than stop by the play with the yellow awning. After brunch Builder and I cruised into Julep for some very unnecessary PBR’s with his friend Katie who is top notch in many books. We also hung out with her roommate Jake who told me stories about seeing NOFX at SXSW.
Later that evening, Oveis, Builder and I headed up to Daylen’s new pad on 10th Street to watch the Final Four and drink keg beer. There were a ton of kids there, but the huge living and ample seating made for a great Final Four. At one point Builder, much like the Jewish Pied Piper of food, lead Mandel, Oveis and I to some magical pancake stand on 9th Street. Don’t get me wrong, the food looked great, but it was definitely not something that should be eaten before a heavy night of boozing. Upon our return, we were greeted with Tequila shots so I opted out of most of my meal and settled in for a repeat performance.
Following the Duke loss a large group of us (which included my crippled roommate) headed over to 7B to keep the party rolling. We were getting proper when I sat down at a table and met a couple of the coolest kats I’ve ever contacted. Burke and Amy were in NYC on holiday from Australia. They landed earlier in the evening and were already out and getting bevvied. They told me stories about The Big Day Out Festival and Burke’s band Girling, (I’ll have to check on the spelling). They were big sweethearts, and I tried my best to act as a host in giving them the low down on the East Village. Around 3am we decided to head up to Bside where we closed another evening out with the ridiculous Tequila shot. I even think Whitney showed back up. Unfortunately I was to shitgoosed to remember, but he did confirm that his digital camera got broken so the next time you see the chap, make out with him so he feels good about himself.
Chilis Anyone?
There seems to be a lot of talk about food in this post, but don’t let me fool you; this weekend was about getting extremely housed. A group that included Noah, Beach, Oveis, Daylen, Lucy, Builder, Danny Mohawk, Denise and I met up at mi casa around 1:30pm for our 2nd installment of the monthly trip to Chilis. We packed into some whips and headed for Elizabeth, New Jersey where Chilis Too is located. We headed into the mall on Culkin Amber Alert. If you don’t know by now, the Culkin’s have gotten completely out of control. For instance, while we waited for everyone to congregate before heading into the bar, Beach and Daylen tried to get me but I managed to steady myself after sitting right down on her back. After the meal everyone had their backs to the wall, but Beach and I still managed to toss Builder to the ground while he was using an ATM machine.
The meal was absolutely fantastic, but definitely not what my stomach needed. After my whole rack of ribs, I proceeded to hit the head in order to lose the lunch. We sat in that restaurant for nearly three hours, and our bill was mammoth, but it still couldn’t touch a previous Nice Guy Eddies check.
We headed back into the city and most of us separated into groups. Oveis and I cruised to his place to catch the Sopranos episode. Oveis’ numerous attempts to cuddle with me were vigorously thwarted until I convinced him that we could only be friends. Luckily he still has a chance with Captain Cupcake.
Can I Get A Day Off?
Following a hellish day in the office, I returned home to hang out with Kyle and prepare for my Thermals interview. Stevo showed up so we headed to Nice Guys to meet up with Beach and watch the championship game. Uconn beat the pants off of Georgia Tech which made me disappointed. All I wanted was one more good game. Daylen showed up, and after the game we went over to Mercury to catch The Eagles of Death Metal set which feature Josh Homme (of QOTSA) on drums. These guys were pieces of rock and roll gold. I highly recommend you check them out ASAP. They may be playing a show at Lit tonight. They had some dueling guitar riffs that reminded me of all the great things about bands like Thin Lizzy and The Bay City Rollers. The cocksure attitude of their lead singer made me laugh like a little kid. There were many celebrity Culkin opportunities last night, but I couldn’t convince Beach to assist me in Culkining Ryan Adams, Jesse Malin or Brody Armstrong. But we do know where we can get Ryan Adams, so he is now on the hit list.
Next Couple Of Days.
Before heading back to PA for the weekend, I’m trying to squeeze in as much rock as possible so let me know if you are going to be at any of the following events so I know to look for you.
1. Dirty On Purpose, Say Hi To Your Mom, The Thermals @ N6 (Tonight!)
2. Demander & The Pleased @ Mercury (Wednesday Night!)
3. Eagles of Death Metal @ Caroline Distro Office (Thursday)
Otherwise, I will see you after Jesus day. Happy Passover to all of you who helped kill him.
In the words of one East Side resident, “Holy fucking bulldog”. This weekend was quite a display of ridiculous behavior and all American consumption. It tested the will of many and only the strong came out on top, but it goes with out saying, that all who were touched (or touched for that matter) by the absurd performance that was packed into three little days, may never be the same.
Also, let me apologize for the lack of updating. I’ve been under some heavy watch at work and I managed to get in a little more trouble so the shitty administrative work has been put on my shoulders. Two days in and two giant mailings out. It’s essential that I ride the last few months of this position with a bit of an attitude adjustment in order to ensure my future employment.
Where Shall We Begin?
It all started on Friday evening. After trying to score a quick nap, I grabbed a margarita to go at El Sombrero and made my way to Dr. Oveis’ pad. We sat around for a few before heading to Motor City to say hello to Mandel and to meet with the kids who were going to Kanji Village for Daylen’s birthday dealie. The group of ten or so, which included Beach, Oveis, Daylen, Liz, Todd, Danny Mohawk, Lucy, Elise, Eileen (I think) and I, sat down for a huge dinner at the village. At this point I had a heavy sweat on since I substituted a healthy dose of study drugs in place of sleep. This is becoming a practice I should shy away from, but fuck it (throw it in the trash).
After finishing the meal (my dinner came in a bamboo boat), Beach, Oveis and I headed to the Mercury to catch the Greenhornes set. If you don’t know these guys yet and you are a sucker for the garage rock revival (much like myself), than do yourself a favor and give these Cincinnati boys a listen. Their line-up has been shaved down to three fellows, but they still bring the lo-fi garage sound with some laid back Midwest fury. I bolted before Southern Culture on the Skids took the stage, but I’m sure they delivered.
Stevo and his pops were lurking around Ave B so I headed up to Bside and had a chat with Justin who was working the door that evening. With no sign of Stevo in sight, I was prepared to bolt before Carlos persuaded me to sit down for a quick VT. Eventually Stevo called and informed me that they were making their scene at Radio Perfecto. A quick skip down the block and I was pleasantly surprised by the presence of Mr. Marks, Jiun, Jordache, Max, Dana, Adam Fucking Ghory, Stevo, Mike, Builder, the Hawk and a few others. Then a phone call from Whitney came into my mobile. Much to my excitement, he was in NYC visiting with his mom and sister who were planning to crash out so he decided to meet up with the crew.
Once he showed up, Mike, Builder, Whit and I began a rigorous bar hoping that had us bouncing between Radio Perfecto and Bside. Carlos was nice enough to clue us in on a special that Sivan has never told me about. You can get a baby Bud and a tequila shot for the low price of $4. This closed the books on my evening. By 1am I was tossed, and ready for bed. Funny enough, the next morning I thought that I arrived home by 1am, but I was later told by Beach and the rest of the gang that they Culkined me in the middle of Ave B after sending me on a mission to find Oveis’ puke. Yeah, that’s right. I’m an idiot, but the night was amazing.
Shrimp Pancakes. My Ass!
Waking up didn’t really present much of a problem to me on Saturday morning. Mike had crashed out at the house so Mike, Builder and I decided to get some brunch at some joint that is across the street from HiFi. If you are looking for a wicked cheap brunch (without an alcohol beverage), than stop by the play with the yellow awning. After brunch Builder and I cruised into Julep for some very unnecessary PBR’s with his friend Katie who is top notch in many books. We also hung out with her roommate Jake who told me stories about seeing NOFX at SXSW.
Later that evening, Oveis, Builder and I headed up to Daylen’s new pad on 10th Street to watch the Final Four and drink keg beer. There were a ton of kids there, but the huge living and ample seating made for a great Final Four. At one point Builder, much like the Jewish Pied Piper of food, lead Mandel, Oveis and I to some magical pancake stand on 9th Street. Don’t get me wrong, the food looked great, but it was definitely not something that should be eaten before a heavy night of boozing. Upon our return, we were greeted with Tequila shots so I opted out of most of my meal and settled in for a repeat performance.
Following the Duke loss a large group of us (which included my crippled roommate) headed over to 7B to keep the party rolling. We were getting proper when I sat down at a table and met a couple of the coolest kats I’ve ever contacted. Burke and Amy were in NYC on holiday from Australia. They landed earlier in the evening and were already out and getting bevvied. They told me stories about The Big Day Out Festival and Burke’s band Girling, (I’ll have to check on the spelling). They were big sweethearts, and I tried my best to act as a host in giving them the low down on the East Village. Around 3am we decided to head up to Bside where we closed another evening out with the ridiculous Tequila shot. I even think Whitney showed back up. Unfortunately I was to shitgoosed to remember, but he did confirm that his digital camera got broken so the next time you see the chap, make out with him so he feels good about himself.
Chilis Anyone?
There seems to be a lot of talk about food in this post, but don’t let me fool you; this weekend was about getting extremely housed. A group that included Noah, Beach, Oveis, Daylen, Lucy, Builder, Danny Mohawk, Denise and I met up at mi casa around 1:30pm for our 2nd installment of the monthly trip to Chilis. We packed into some whips and headed for Elizabeth, New Jersey where Chilis Too is located. We headed into the mall on Culkin Amber Alert. If you don’t know by now, the Culkin’s have gotten completely out of control. For instance, while we waited for everyone to congregate before heading into the bar, Beach and Daylen tried to get me but I managed to steady myself after sitting right down on her back. After the meal everyone had their backs to the wall, but Beach and I still managed to toss Builder to the ground while he was using an ATM machine.
The meal was absolutely fantastic, but definitely not what my stomach needed. After my whole rack of ribs, I proceeded to hit the head in order to lose the lunch. We sat in that restaurant for nearly three hours, and our bill was mammoth, but it still couldn’t touch a previous Nice Guy Eddies check.
We headed back into the city and most of us separated into groups. Oveis and I cruised to his place to catch the Sopranos episode. Oveis’ numerous attempts to cuddle with me were vigorously thwarted until I convinced him that we could only be friends. Luckily he still has a chance with Captain Cupcake.
Can I Get A Day Off?
Following a hellish day in the office, I returned home to hang out with Kyle and prepare for my Thermals interview. Stevo showed up so we headed to Nice Guys to meet up with Beach and watch the championship game. Uconn beat the pants off of Georgia Tech which made me disappointed. All I wanted was one more good game. Daylen showed up, and after the game we went over to Mercury to catch The Eagles of Death Metal set which feature Josh Homme (of QOTSA) on drums. These guys were pieces of rock and roll gold. I highly recommend you check them out ASAP. They may be playing a show at Lit tonight. They had some dueling guitar riffs that reminded me of all the great things about bands like Thin Lizzy and The Bay City Rollers. The cocksure attitude of their lead singer made me laugh like a little kid. There were many celebrity Culkin opportunities last night, but I couldn’t convince Beach to assist me in Culkining Ryan Adams, Jesse Malin or Brody Armstrong. But we do know where we can get Ryan Adams, so he is now on the hit list.
Next Couple Of Days.
Before heading back to PA for the weekend, I’m trying to squeeze in as much rock as possible so let me know if you are going to be at any of the following events so I know to look for you.
1. Dirty On Purpose, Say Hi To Your Mom, The Thermals @ N6 (Tonight!)
2. Demander & The Pleased @ Mercury (Wednesday Night!)
3. Eagles of Death Metal @ Caroline Distro Office (Thursday)
Otherwise, I will see you after Jesus day. Happy Passover to all of you who helped kill him.
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