Shaking Like Michael J.
Wow, things need to calm down. If the summer days proceed to be insane like the spring months, than I may be in for a serious breakdown opportunity. As many of you know I have the shakes. Hence the title to this post. Obviously I haven’t been diagnosed with Ali disease yet, but it could be on the horizon. God forbid, but really, the higher being hasn’t thrown me anything that hasn’t been knocked out of the park. I just hope May or June affords me the chance to take a second and star up at the clouds; otherwise I’m going to be a cantankerous young man. Well, I’m probably overacting, but a vacation is in order. Make sure to read this whole post so you know what’s the hap’s of the crap’s for this weekend.
Tuesday’s Gone With The Wind.
Hmmmm… Tuesday. That’s the one after Monday right? Tuesday started with some business at 186 after work. Hawkins and I have been moving and shaking in hopes of getting this party blown up. Please make an effort to come drink a few free beers at the first Loose Record Party. It will be a good time and that’s my guarantee. We were feeling a bit sluggish which caused us to ponder skipping out on the evening until Chris called to say he would give us a ride out to Brooklyn.
It was Ms. Amy “Cupcake” Hunt’s birthday so Mikey decided to throw her a barbeque in his back yard out in Williamsburg. We showed up around 9pm just when Mike was firing up the grill. His roommate Paul’s mother was visiting for graduation which was all too cute. We made our way out back where Katie, Sarika, Janeanne, Chuck and some other peps whose names escape me were chilling with the guest of honor and the chef. We listened to stories of Katie lighting her farts on fire while Michael looked as though he would burn down the greater half of Brooklyn. More kids flooded in including Melanie, Noor and Josh. Most of my time there was spent trying to help Chris come up with a new band name, but we had no luck. Katie had the best idea, but I can’t put it here because you might steal it. I liked mine, Uberstank, because Chris likes Hoobashit for some reason.
We skipped back to Manhattan around 11pm aiming to celebrate the birthday of Sivan and Kelly’s bar Bside. Though I was in the bar a few times before knowing the owners (in fact I believe drugs were purchased out front last summer), my first memory of Sivan was on August 14, 2003. That’s right 8.14 kids, the night of the Blackout. We had been sitting on milk crates out in front of 224 watching the sun go down when we ran out of Whiskey. Sivan was kind enough to sell me six packs of beer at bar price. The warm Brooklyn Lager was music to my mouth. The cops and the owners of Mona’s didn’t appreciate it when John Watts and I started throwing bottles in the street while Kyle set off fireworks, but we will just chalk it up to the Blackout, (the actual incident, not the British Sea Power track).
Anyway, we arrived and found most of the gang still intact. Cami, Leah, Justin, Christie, Ryan, Noah, Andy, Josh, Sivan, Karen and Patrick were all present. I spent most of my time catching up with Karen since we rarely see each other anymore. Karen, why are our schedules so busy? Can we change this? She looked quite cute in her Sunday’s best in honor of the bar’s Anniversary. Eventually the night started running late so we headed out, but not before Christie and I stopped in at Radio Perfecto for a couple Tequila shots.
David Cross Is A Funny Fuck.
Dan came over after yesterday’s work hours came to a close. We were planning to watch David Cross’ DVD that I picked up earlier this week. Instead Dan had to sit around and help Builder build the web site for Loose Record. Don’t fret; it will look pretty in a day or two. The work got done after some deliberation and bingers, and we finally got to sit and watch the hilarious Cross flick, Let America Laugh. If you haven’t seen this yet, then buy me a six pack and come by the house. We will laugh our asses off for a couple hours. Don’t expect a bunch of stand up. The style of the film is genius, and you are just going to half to see it.
Weekend Benefits. All Tomorrow's Parties.
Friday's Big Brooklyn Party.
Friday, May 14 (10pm)
@ Lance & Jody’s House (Park Slope, Bklyn)
There will be three kegs of cold PBR and several gallons of vodka tonics available for a mere $10. If there are any proceeds, they will go directly to Lance Edmand’s thesis film to pay for equipment, supplies and computer graphics for the battle scene.
We will party outside and inside, as we have a giant backyard.
To Get There:
1) Take the F or G train to Carroll Street (Brooklyn)
2) Walk with traffic down Smith
3) Left on Sackett Street
4) Walk to number 171 (between Henry and Hicks)
Call us: 917.912.7893 or 917.912.1250
We've got a huge backyard patio and two floors of action. Many are
expected, so don't miss out!
P.S. There will be a secret Ipod set by Your’s Truly in the Drug Room late in the evening, (so don’t feed me pills!).
Saturday's Rooftop Party.
From RANA’s email list:
So we fuckin park by the Warfield in our buddy Sarno's Toyota Previa, go in to enjoy show, hang with Warren and meet the Dead. We return to the van only to find broken glass, no window, no les paul and pea bass along with Sarno's laptop and discman. Ouch. Chalk it up to crack. Here are the deets on a benefit to raise money for these stolen goods:
Saturday, May 15, (3:30 - 10:30pm)
Phone: 646.245.9827
$25 suggested donation for the band.
Please join us for the first (and hopefully last) Rock-Roll barbecue
benefit. This sad and touching story has moved us to take action. Let's help the boys recover some of what they lost by throwing a bad-ass afternoon throw-down benefit.
WE will provide the food and all the fixins for a nice afternoon of
Eating in the sun and the bar will be stocked with plenty of mixers and ice, (we will also have some beer on hand to help the party get started). YOU should show up with your appetite and a bottle of whatever it is that you plan on mixing at the bar.
We hope to see you there...
Saturday Evening Show.
If you don’t know Max Schwartz yet, buckle your pants and get prepare yourself. His band, Walk Humongous) will play this Saturday evening. Here are the details:
Saturday, MAY 15 (9pm till late)
Performances by Walk Humongous & Human Host
@ 232 Taaffe Pl. #502A (Clinton Hill, Bklyn)
$5 Keg Beer all night
From Manhattan take F, L, or A to the G. Take the G to the Classon stop. Walk one block WITH traffic on Classon, make R on Dekalb, walk one block, make L on TAAFFE. Party is at the middle of the block on the left, Look for signs.
3 Comments:
don't give me this horseshit about the shakes and some shit being "all too cute." i don't know you but you're blog is fun to read and this crap about drinking too much smaks of self-pity and collegiate nonsense. you should drink more than you do and roll with it. life as an alchoholic has alot of promise, especially if you want to be a writer or at all fun to hang out with. think of it this way: the shakes are temporary, but a good drinking problem can last you a lifetime and that's what's important. hmm, what the fuck do i mean by all this? case in point. drinking is good. scat turdly.
Dear Scat,
Your mom's box looks like Frederick Douglas eating a pork chop without a fork and knife.
love,
"The Greek"
dear grecian,
fredrick douglas huh. you are one crazy motherfucker, and i like that about you. but now that i think of all the moms i've fucked (including yours) also have a "fredrick douglas" bush. i would appreciate it if the next time you see her you recommend a sight trim. maybe an "s" for scat would nice there? what do you think?
much love, scat turdly.
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