The adventures continue....
Friday night was hilarious and odd. I opted to stay in, still recovering from a motherfucker of a headache (caused by the biggest solar flare to hit our stupid planet in 16 years... I'm sensitive to that sort of stuff). *shakes fist at sun*
Surfed the net, watch a couple DVD's, and chatted online while enjoying a few drinks. Then Rawr_Ima_Monster hops online, he's insanely inebriated. We notice that [Solar_Coochie] (aka Obsidity) is online, and somehow despite the lack of functioning brains we manage to find ourselves in one of those internet chat rooms I hear so much about. Since we haven't gotten to all hang out since the SG Prom last year, we felt compelled to dig through our liquor cabinets to find a common form of alcohol, then do a shot. What did we have in common? Bailey's (I'd never had it on its own before). A toast, then bam. Well, we should each get to toast, that would only be fair... right? Well, thinking like that led to us doing shot after shot for over an hour. Eventually Rawr went silent, and after waiting a few minutes for his return, left him for dead (as he surely would have done for us... it's that kind of friendship). Turns out he'd only PTFO (passed the fuck out).
Meanwhile in another window, my friend Jayded had hopped online from his new joint in Portland (he moved there from LA last fall). We did a few rounds as well (that's right, motherfuckers, I was playing two different drinking games simultaneously). I've been planning to attempt a road trip to SF next weekend, that trip may now expand to a San Francisco and Portland road trip. Hmm... more on that soon.
Surprisingly, I woke up early on Saturday feeling refreshed and rested. I did a bit of cleaning around the apartment, while there's plenty to do I concentrated my efforts on the kitchen. Then whipped up a nice breakfast and kicked back for a bit. I knew that it would be a late night, so I opted for taking things easy in the afternoon.
On Saturday evening I had plans to go to the Blue Bongo to support a friend's first event production, as well as help with a fundraiser thing. I had also organized a multi-group effort for a number of Southern California regional group members to go see Roxy perform. While I'm kinda bummed that I couldn't go to my own event (I do plan a mean event lol), I knew that when I set the whole thing up - I was organizing it as a favor to Roxy and because it looked like a cool opportunity to get people together.
So I headed down to Space Island to meet up with some campmates, then made our way to Little Pedro's Blue Bongo. The bands were pretty good - Hot Mute and Protection, both from San Francisco. I really dug Protection a lot, they do an electronic sort of sound, combined with live drums for a bit more energy and oomph than I normally hear from that style. Chatted with the bands and saw a couple dozen friends, and helped keep my friend Pollo from getting into a fight with some guy. The other guy was trying to start shit, and he was doing everything he could to be good. I wound up wedging myself between the two at the bar and played the part of buffer zone until the guy finally left.
As things wrapped up at the Bongo, we took things back to Space Island for an after-party, and to watch Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas on the projector. Kinda nice bein able to kick back on a couple couches and watch a movie on an 8-9 foot screen with sound through a huge speaker system.
As often happens in my adventures, there comes a time when things get hazy. I'm not exactly sure what the rationale was, but after the movie those of us left decided to head over to my friend Sara Rose's loft space. So Stefano, Mary, Sara Rose, and I hopped into Stef's truck and headed off. Along the way, Stef and I successfully managed to swipe a couple empty barrels (the big 85 gallon jobs)... sitting off among a bunch of discarded items, they were literally ours for the taking. We're going to use them for an art project we've been trying to do for months, I'm really really excited to have landed those barrels. We may go back later in the week for a couple more if they're still around.
So we were at SR's place for a good hour or two, listening to a couple mix CD's she'd made, when someone gives Stef a ring. He needs to get some stuff from Space Island. We give him directions to where we are, and figure we'll head over with him really quickly when he arrives. At dawn he arrives, and Stefano and I go out to meet him and help him get his stuff. The guy's in a stretch limo, complete with driver, photographer, and three hot models in tow. As if that wasn't absurd enough, let me fill you in here - the area downtown where all the lofts and warehouse spaces are is very dodgy. Like burned out war zone dodgy (which is charming in its own way lol). So we do what anyone in our position would do. We get in the limo and have mimosas (the perfect drink for sunrise, for serious).
Back at Space Island, Stef's friend is trying to explain to the girls and his photographer friend how cool our events are, and then proceeds to offer them quick explanations about the camp and Buring Man (while he's been out there a few times, they had never been). Next thing you know, we're out at the ship with another round of drinks. It was at this moment that I decided that this might just be one of the greatest lines ever...
So would you like to see my pirate ship?
Of course it only works when you actually have a ship to show them, and it's not just some cheesy bullshit line or stupid innuendo. Ladies you tell me - after getting a laugh out of the absurdity of the question, would you be interested?
After my revelation, the phone rang. Mary was getting restless, we'd been gone a while. SR was ready to call it a night, so I zipped over to the loft and collected Mary. The poor limo driver was camped out in the car - I invited him in for juice, water, or a soda and a more comfortable place to relax but he opted to stay with the car. Not sure if that sort of thing would be considered out of line for a driver, or he had music or something he was into while he waited, or he was a bit nervous about leaving the car alone, but hey at least I offered.
Afterparty round 3 went another couple hours before they were finally on our way, then Stefano and I got into a great conversation about art projects, events at Space Island, and logistics in general (there's interest in us hosting events in other cities, as well as setting up a legitimate night at a club in LA at some point). I finally made it home around 11ish, feeling physically exhausted but emotionally and mentally abuzz after discussing what we want to do.
My beautiful stewardess friend whom I'd hoped to go on last night's adventure with had unfortunately been called out of town, what with being a stewardess and all. Hopefully she didn't get caught in the tangle up in the northeast. I also didn't manage to connect with my friend Cheeky (pictures of both are in the Naughty Or Nice pictures folder for your viewing pleasure), she was on a separate series of adventures, we ended up playing a lot of phone tag as she kept trying to get me to go join her at another shindig. Ah well, perhaps another time...
One last thing. Here's the last three songs I listened to.
The Letter - PJ Harvey
In Your Room [Jeep Rock Mix] - Depeche Mode
Push It - Garbage
What were the three most recent songs you listened to?
odi omnes
Friday night was hilarious and odd. I opted to stay in, still recovering from a motherfucker of a headache (caused by the biggest solar flare to hit our stupid planet in 16 years... I'm sensitive to that sort of stuff). *shakes fist at sun*
Surfed the net, watch a couple DVD's, and chatted online while enjoying a few drinks. Then Rawr_Ima_Monster hops online, he's insanely inebriated. We notice that [Solar_Coochie] (aka Obsidity) is online, and somehow despite the lack of functioning brains we manage to find ourselves in one of those internet chat rooms I hear so much about. Since we haven't gotten to all hang out since the SG Prom last year, we felt compelled to dig through our liquor cabinets to find a common form of alcohol, then do a shot. What did we have in common? Bailey's (I'd never had it on its own before). A toast, then bam. Well, we should each get to toast, that would only be fair... right? Well, thinking like that led to us doing shot after shot for over an hour. Eventually Rawr went silent, and after waiting a few minutes for his return, left him for dead (as he surely would have done for us... it's that kind of friendship). Turns out he'd only PTFO (passed the fuck out).
Meanwhile in another window, my friend Jayded had hopped online from his new joint in Portland (he moved there from LA last fall). We did a few rounds as well (that's right, motherfuckers, I was playing two different drinking games simultaneously). I've been planning to attempt a road trip to SF next weekend, that trip may now expand to a San Francisco and Portland road trip. Hmm... more on that soon.
Surprisingly, I woke up early on Saturday feeling refreshed and rested. I did a bit of cleaning around the apartment, while there's plenty to do I concentrated my efforts on the kitchen. Then whipped up a nice breakfast and kicked back for a bit. I knew that it would be a late night, so I opted for taking things easy in the afternoon.
On Saturday evening I had plans to go to the Blue Bongo to support a friend's first event production, as well as help with a fundraiser thing. I had also organized a multi-group effort for a number of Southern California regional group members to go see Roxy perform. While I'm kinda bummed that I couldn't go to my own event (I do plan a mean event lol), I knew that when I set the whole thing up - I was organizing it as a favor to Roxy and because it looked like a cool opportunity to get people together.
So I headed down to Space Island to meet up with some campmates, then made our way to Little Pedro's Blue Bongo. The bands were pretty good - Hot Mute and Protection, both from San Francisco. I really dug Protection a lot, they do an electronic sort of sound, combined with live drums for a bit more energy and oomph than I normally hear from that style. Chatted with the bands and saw a couple dozen friends, and helped keep my friend Pollo from getting into a fight with some guy. The other guy was trying to start shit, and he was doing everything he could to be good. I wound up wedging myself between the two at the bar and played the part of buffer zone until the guy finally left.
As things wrapped up at the Bongo, we took things back to Space Island for an after-party, and to watch Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas on the projector. Kinda nice bein able to kick back on a couple couches and watch a movie on an 8-9 foot screen with sound through a huge speaker system.
As often happens in my adventures, there comes a time when things get hazy. I'm not exactly sure what the rationale was, but after the movie those of us left decided to head over to my friend Sara Rose's loft space. So Stefano, Mary, Sara Rose, and I hopped into Stef's truck and headed off. Along the way, Stef and I successfully managed to swipe a couple empty barrels (the big 85 gallon jobs)... sitting off among a bunch of discarded items, they were literally ours for the taking. We're going to use them for an art project we've been trying to do for months, I'm really really excited to have landed those barrels. We may go back later in the week for a couple more if they're still around.
So we were at SR's place for a good hour or two, listening to a couple mix CD's she'd made, when someone gives Stef a ring. He needs to get some stuff from Space Island. We give him directions to where we are, and figure we'll head over with him really quickly when he arrives. At dawn he arrives, and Stefano and I go out to meet him and help him get his stuff. The guy's in a stretch limo, complete with driver, photographer, and three hot models in tow. As if that wasn't absurd enough, let me fill you in here - the area downtown where all the lofts and warehouse spaces are is very dodgy. Like burned out war zone dodgy (which is charming in its own way lol). So we do what anyone in our position would do. We get in the limo and have mimosas (the perfect drink for sunrise, for serious).
Back at Space Island, Stef's friend is trying to explain to the girls and his photographer friend how cool our events are, and then proceeds to offer them quick explanations about the camp and Buring Man (while he's been out there a few times, they had never been). Next thing you know, we're out at the ship with another round of drinks. It was at this moment that I decided that this might just be one of the greatest lines ever...
So would you like to see my pirate ship?
Of course it only works when you actually have a ship to show them, and it's not just some cheesy bullshit line or stupid innuendo. Ladies you tell me - after getting a laugh out of the absurdity of the question, would you be interested?
After my revelation, the phone rang. Mary was getting restless, we'd been gone a while. SR was ready to call it a night, so I zipped over to the loft and collected Mary. The poor limo driver was camped out in the car - I invited him in for juice, water, or a soda and a more comfortable place to relax but he opted to stay with the car. Not sure if that sort of thing would be considered out of line for a driver, or he had music or something he was into while he waited, or he was a bit nervous about leaving the car alone, but hey at least I offered.
Afterparty round 3 went another couple hours before they were finally on our way, then Stefano and I got into a great conversation about art projects, events at Space Island, and logistics in general (there's interest in us hosting events in other cities, as well as setting up a legitimate night at a club in LA at some point). I finally made it home around 11ish, feeling physically exhausted but emotionally and mentally abuzz after discussing what we want to do.
My beautiful stewardess friend whom I'd hoped to go on last night's adventure with had unfortunately been called out of town, what with being a stewardess and all. Hopefully she didn't get caught in the tangle up in the northeast. I also didn't manage to connect with my friend Cheeky (pictures of both are in the Naughty Or Nice pictures folder for your viewing pleasure), she was on a separate series of adventures, we ended up playing a lot of phone tag as she kept trying to get me to go join her at another shindig. Ah well, perhaps another time...
One last thing. Here's the last three songs I listened to.
The Letter - PJ Harvey
In Your Room [Jeep Rock Mix] - Depeche Mode
Push It - Garbage
What were the three most recent songs you listened to?
odi omnes
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I believe you were the first person to catch that.
+2 points.
I;m in SF this weekend with the lady. Can't wait. You there too?