Friday morning I had to rush and get a media loop done for another symposium something-or-rather that Pfizer was putting on, but was just in time to catch Kris online and discover that MTF was playing a show up in LA that night! They come to CA so frequently now they forgot to clue me in. So I was done with the loop by 11:30am and on my way driving up to LA by 1:30pm (in the meantime I was also able to finish some e-mails, eat, and give the futon to one of the Spanish speaking families in our congregation at church). This drive was supposed to take 2 hours. I knew it wouldn't because it was Friday afternoon, but what lay in store for me was a grueling extra hour and a half in traffic. I arrived at the Knitting Factory on Hollywood Blvd. at 5:15pm and after spotting Elvis and Marilyn at a local sandwich shop, I met up with Minutes Too Far at the Knitting Factory.
They went on second after Oh No Not Stereo (local scream-punk-rock boys) and blew the place down. They really do get better and tighter each time I see them. Militia Group was supposed to be at the show (whom they've received an offer from recently), but Rory had to fly up to NYC for some meeting. After the concert I walked outside to find Karie Vix waiting. She took the bus in the complete opposite direction and ended up on the other side of town. So she missed the concert. We waited around for a while and then a bunch of groupies and a couple of the bandmates, Karie, and I went to a restaurant somewhere off Melrose. Got out of there around midnight and then Karie and I went to the place where she's been staying while she has her job in LA. Slept there and then I made my way to Jason and Winter's on Saturday morning.
The White Trash Party
Felt like home. We spent the entire day trashing J and Big-Dubs house as best we could in preparation for the party. Motor oil cans, tires, old bikes, "used" toilet paper, stolen shopping carts (thanks to Friberg and yours truly), an '85 'stang on the lawn, soda in the washing machine, Paula Jones vs. Tonya Harding Celebrity Boxing framed picture, and a "Dear Dale, I'm leaving you. Love, your sister Mandy" note were just a few of the decorations that adorned their house last night. The majority of the attendees were dental students from Jason's classes, their wives, and "the hygiene girls" from the school. I can't describe this party in detail, but what white trash party would be complete without Skynard, a catfight (yes, really, twice), Krispy Kremes with Easy Cheese, Jamie the Britney Spears look-a-like, Willis - the guy that passed out after throwing up Skoal on himself in the front yard, and a shopping cart turned drag racer - "What you got here is yer intake valve. And this here, that's your tack'O'meter." Good, crazy, trashy times.
After cleaning up the morning after what has been referred to as White Trash Party Rita; Jason, Winter, James, and I played Masterpiece, toyed around with Buster (J and Winter's new kitten) and then made a trip to Chipotle.
They went on second after Oh No Not Stereo (local scream-punk-rock boys) and blew the place down. They really do get better and tighter each time I see them. Militia Group was supposed to be at the show (whom they've received an offer from recently), but Rory had to fly up to NYC for some meeting. After the concert I walked outside to find Karie Vix waiting. She took the bus in the complete opposite direction and ended up on the other side of town. So she missed the concert. We waited around for a while and then a bunch of groupies and a couple of the bandmates, Karie, and I went to a restaurant somewhere off Melrose. Got out of there around midnight and then Karie and I went to the place where she's been staying while she has her job in LA. Slept there and then I made my way to Jason and Winter's on Saturday morning.
Turn it back! You skipped Cinderella!
The White Trash Party
Felt like home. We spent the entire day trashing J and Big-Dubs house as best we could in preparation for the party. Motor oil cans, tires, old bikes, "used" toilet paper, stolen shopping carts (thanks to Friberg and yours truly), an '85 'stang on the lawn, soda in the washing machine, Paula Jones vs. Tonya Harding Celebrity Boxing framed picture, and a "Dear Dale, I'm leaving you. Love, your sister Mandy" note were just a few of the decorations that adorned their house last night. The majority of the attendees were dental students from Jason's classes, their wives, and "the hygiene girls" from the school. I can't describe this party in detail, but what white trash party would be complete without Skynard, a catfight (yes, really, twice), Krispy Kremes with Easy Cheese, Jamie the Britney Spears look-a-like, Willis - the guy that passed out after throwing up Skoal on himself in the front yard, and a shopping cart turned drag racer - "What you got here is yer intake valve. And this here, that's your tack'O'meter." Good, crazy, trashy times.
After cleaning up the morning after what has been referred to as White Trash Party Rita; Jason, Winter, James, and I played Masterpiece, toyed around with Buster (J and Winter's new kitten) and then made a trip to Chipotle.
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