Monday, June 26, 2006

Intonation::

The rundown: After 4 Trains, a delayed flight and a very sketchy 12:30 a.m. stroll through the West side of Chi-town, I finally wound up at the Marriott of dreams to drop off my shits and hop in a cab to go meet up w/ the Intonation crew, at this juncture Jay, Christie, Rob and Rory. I was ready to party, but unfortunately Chi-town was on it's way to shutting down, so we wound up cutting our losses and heading back to the hotel to a fridge full of Bud Light and a bottle of Finlandia. Jay played some tunes off of his ipod and mine, choosing some of the more embarrassing of my collection like the Scorpions. It was a good start to kick off the weekend just hanging and getting loose w/ friends, readying our bodies for a storm of abuse that was about to follow the next few days.

The next morning we hit the buffet, popped a few Tums, picked up a bottle of water and headed over to the festival. The day consisted of a whole lot of good music, a few sweet rounds of dominoes, Sparks, beers and a crash landing to the ground off of my raw diet wagon via muchos corndogs. They were just too dang delicious. Corn + Dog = Heaven. Chromeo were awesome as was Ghostface Killah, Lady Sov and the Boredoms were entertaining and Roky Erickson was definitely not my scene. After a long day of rocking in the sun, we hit the hotel room to catch up on the re-stocked fridge of beers. After chilling out for a little while we got a call that said that Ghostface and his crew were coming up to hang with us in our room. Come again? After giving the man they dubbed Richie Rich a crisp c-note with strict instructions to buy Hennessey, Grey Goose and 2 boxes of Newports, Ghost and his crew came up to hang with us in our room armed with the goods. I can honestly say I drank some of Ghostface's Hennessey while he hung with us in our hotel room. The crew had brought a few ladies with them, but as the ladies doubled and tripled after calling their friends and began to smoke profusely ashing on the carpet of our non-smoking bedroom, it was time to lay down the law and head over to the VICE after party. After heading all the way across town I consumed all of one beverage there while dancing to some Phoenix and then came back to the room to crash out ending a fantasic day.

The next day we fought to parallel the success of the day before. Day 2 consisted of the morning buffet, more dominoes, more corn dogs, beers and good music all the same. We caught the Constantines, Rhymefest, the Sword, Blue Cheer, Dead Prez and Bloc Party. In order they were "good but never play my favorite song, ever," "super awesome crowd starter, great freestyle jump into the audience, definitley killed it more than I expectedfest," "decent but no where near as good as Priestess who would school them in metal any day of the week," "absolutely frightening, like old metal man boner frightening," "pretty sweet, awesome dancing good times," and "fuckin great, super party, blew it out for one last time peak of wastedness rad." After that, we were pretty much done for. I went back to the hotel room and crashed out while Rob made trips to the lobby taking pics of himself with Bloc Party and a mock Pollard. After some b.s. runway delays and a few episodes of Family Guy, I arrived home to the feeling of wanting to hide under a rock all over again. Terribleness set in. Thankfully just before it could get too bad, I got a text from my favorite internet porn princess confirming that she's comin to hang with me this weekend. So, another ray of sunshine is just around the bend. I have to say this was one of the awesomer weekends I've had in a long time so thanks for askin' me to tag along.

* Just remembered something I forgot to put in. The fact that Jay and I got the sweet luck of sitting in the Emergency isle of the plane. Super awesome amounts of leg room. A few minutes after we sat down, the lovely flight attendant sat down next to us and asked us how old we were. She, for real, wasn't sure whether we were of age to operate the shits in a huffy, the required age being 15. Let me repeat that, she wasn't sure whether or not we were FIFTEEN. The end.

Matt's review. Always has to blow up my spot. I think he drank almost as many Sparks as I did.

Me covertly trying to document Ghost in my room. See that faint towel in the background? Yeah, that's him. Woot!

Dominoes Are Intense.

Drinkin'


The full shitstorm from my angle, more to come later

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