Billy Idol's Got Nothing On Us.
So I'm a little hurt, but its my own damn fault. Builder and I had coinciding returns to 186 last night. He was dying for a drink so we walked over to 2A where Greg was slinging drinks. The single drink quickly became two. Then Liz and Nick joined us for a couple beverages. Greg was cool with me fucking about on his iPod while I got to know Casey and her friend Janet. Eventually Dr. Rocktagon showed up and it was all over. We were at the bar for a good 4 hours before realizing Monday had snuck up on us. Now I'm in the office, nursing what is left of my Sunday evening hangover while trying to piece together something coherent in regards to a weekend recap.
Friday was a massive blur that began with Jin stopping by to watch the shit show that is Kyle when he has a phone in his hand and MNN on the television. The motherfucker kept calling this program to fuck with Tana and her guest. Shit was piss your pants (twice) kind of funny. Around 9pm Noah, Merrida and stepped over to Angelina for a quick bite to eat and some flirting with my (I wish I was gay) waiter friend. It was great to run into Alistair and Elise who dined a few tables away. Then we moved over to 2A to have a happy birthday drink with Kelley (I hope she is getting through the hurricane with little problem). We rolled deep to the upstairs bar where we bevvied for an hour before Greg, Christie, Matty and I cruised by the Mercury. Oxford Collapse was already a few songs into their set, but we were lucky enough to catch most of it - including a couple of my favorite tracks off the new record. There were some slight technical difficulties on their last song, but I still think they delivered a solid show. They are currently one of my favorite local bands and you should check them out in September during CMJ (Pianos) or when they open for Thunderbirds Are Now! (Mercury).
By the time Wilderness finally took the stage, it was getting late and thoughts of missing Les Savy Fav for the millionth time got me nervous. Wilderness sounded a lot like the recorded material which is probably where they should stop. You hear me guys? No more gigging. You write fucking awesome songs, but your live act doesn't work. It just scared me. The theatrics of the lead singer reminded me of a poor soul begging to be Culkined. By the time they hit their fifth song we couldn't take it anymore so Christie, White Lightening and I shot over to Bowery. Admittedly I remember very little of the Les Savy Fav show. It could have been the tequila or even my need for sleep, but I couldn't hack the show. Jin, DTL, Cara and a few others rocked in impressive fashion, but I couldn't hang so a Belin was pulled.
The next morning I woke up to find Noah on my couch. Tumbleweed joined us as we made our way to Grand Central. We met Beach, Lucy and Daylen by the platform before finding a spot on the train to Mount Kisko. Adam and Jenny's wedding was planned for 5pm, so we had a bit of time to kill. After a stop at the Beach house, we went over to Macchia's to hang out, set up and eventually rock out. Instead of giving the entire rundown, I'm going to post a few pictures with brief stories since my time is very limited. Thanks to Windskill (aka Jon) for passing these pictures along.
This is the bachelor in question. Congratulations to Adam and Jenny. You guys pulled off a great wedding. I'm psyched you asked me to come dj for your family and friends. This picture shows Adam stripping off his pants. He was giving an intro to the couple's wedding song, when out of nowhere, Lucy and Virginia Coalition Culkined him. He spilled beer everywhere so the dropped his pants and did the wedding waltz in his birthday suit.
This is how Oveis showed up. The kid is balls to the wall. I mean who owns a seersucker suit, green suspenders and a rainbow bowtie - well, besides Hawkins?
Noah was clad in this jacket slash bottle of wine combo all night long, (all night). He busted his ass at bartending and then tore the dance floor a new asshole. If it wasn't for Jens amazing moves (new brother-in-law) then Noah would have taken home the gold medal.
This is Tumbleweed and Lucy AKA the drunkest kids at the wedding. They were a fucking all-star team. Lucy spent most of the night jumping around like a monkey or crawling around trying to Culkin. Tumble gets a medal simply for being the one person to puke at the wedding. All around top notch effort.
This is Noah eating my butt. Yes, we were that drunk. Windskill wanted me to pose for a picture so I jumped on a cooler and grabbed my ankles. I had no idea Noah was all nose deep. Genius. This came about 15 minutes after I played "Beat It" the second in about five songs without even noticing.
After the wedding we went to some diner where I hung out of a hatchback and tugged on a gallon of tequila. Good stuff. Following a brief Tango Fry fight, Beach threw me into some bushes and I cracked my kneecap. It was all a plan to fuck up my game for badminton the next day. He destroyed me all day long, but it was still tons of fun. Thanks to the Beach family for putting us up and taking care of us. I've never seen a mom so psyched about Culkins - she also calls me "Chain Boy". God I love mini-vacations.
Friday was a massive blur that began with Jin stopping by to watch the shit show that is Kyle when he has a phone in his hand and MNN on the television. The motherfucker kept calling this program to fuck with Tana and her guest. Shit was piss your pants (twice) kind of funny. Around 9pm Noah, Merrida and stepped over to Angelina for a quick bite to eat and some flirting with my (I wish I was gay) waiter friend. It was great to run into Alistair and Elise who dined a few tables away. Then we moved over to 2A to have a happy birthday drink with Kelley (I hope she is getting through the hurricane with little problem). We rolled deep to the upstairs bar where we bevvied for an hour before Greg, Christie, Matty and I cruised by the Mercury. Oxford Collapse was already a few songs into their set, but we were lucky enough to catch most of it - including a couple of my favorite tracks off the new record. There were some slight technical difficulties on their last song, but I still think they delivered a solid show. They are currently one of my favorite local bands and you should check them out in September during CMJ (Pianos) or when they open for Thunderbirds Are Now! (Mercury).
By the time Wilderness finally took the stage, it was getting late and thoughts of missing Les Savy Fav for the millionth time got me nervous. Wilderness sounded a lot like the recorded material which is probably where they should stop. You hear me guys? No more gigging. You write fucking awesome songs, but your live act doesn't work. It just scared me. The theatrics of the lead singer reminded me of a poor soul begging to be Culkined. By the time they hit their fifth song we couldn't take it anymore so Christie, White Lightening and I shot over to Bowery. Admittedly I remember very little of the Les Savy Fav show. It could have been the tequila or even my need for sleep, but I couldn't hack the show. Jin, DTL, Cara and a few others rocked in impressive fashion, but I couldn't hang so a Belin was pulled.
The next morning I woke up to find Noah on my couch. Tumbleweed joined us as we made our way to Grand Central. We met Beach, Lucy and Daylen by the platform before finding a spot on the train to Mount Kisko. Adam and Jenny's wedding was planned for 5pm, so we had a bit of time to kill. After a stop at the Beach house, we went over to Macchia's to hang out, set up and eventually rock out. Instead of giving the entire rundown, I'm going to post a few pictures with brief stories since my time is very limited. Thanks to Windskill (aka Jon) for passing these pictures along.
This is the bachelor in question. Congratulations to Adam and Jenny. You guys pulled off a great wedding. I'm psyched you asked me to come dj for your family and friends. This picture shows Adam stripping off his pants. He was giving an intro to the couple's wedding song, when out of nowhere, Lucy and Virginia Coalition Culkined him. He spilled beer everywhere so the dropped his pants and did the wedding waltz in his birthday suit.
This is how Oveis showed up. The kid is balls to the wall. I mean who owns a seersucker suit, green suspenders and a rainbow bowtie - well, besides Hawkins?
Noah was clad in this jacket slash bottle of wine combo all night long, (all night). He busted his ass at bartending and then tore the dance floor a new asshole. If it wasn't for Jens amazing moves (new brother-in-law) then Noah would have taken home the gold medal.
This is Tumbleweed and Lucy AKA the drunkest kids at the wedding. They were a fucking all-star team. Lucy spent most of the night jumping around like a monkey or crawling around trying to Culkin. Tumble gets a medal simply for being the one person to puke at the wedding. All around top notch effort.
This is Noah eating my butt. Yes, we were that drunk. Windskill wanted me to pose for a picture so I jumped on a cooler and grabbed my ankles. I had no idea Noah was all nose deep. Genius. This came about 15 minutes after I played "Beat It" the second in about five songs without even noticing.After the wedding we went to some diner where I hung out of a hatchback and tugged on a gallon of tequila. Good stuff. Following a brief Tango Fry fight, Beach threw me into some bushes and I cracked my kneecap. It was all a plan to fuck up my game for badminton the next day. He destroyed me all day long, but it was still tons of fun. Thanks to the Beach family for putting us up and taking care of us. I've never seen a mom so psyched about Culkins - she also calls me "Chain Boy". God I love mini-vacations.
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