See, here I am already not at all excited to write day two, but i'll finish listening to this CD and see how it works. Incidentally, last night, I had a guy I know send me about 25 albums in the name of expanding my musical horizons. Unfortunately, it's all hardcore shit, which means lots of screaming. I don't dig that, no matter how good they are musically, if you scream, i'm not going to listen. I have found one kickass album here, it's a band called Cave In, who were originally metal, but turned out this album Jupiter, which is cool and has singing in it. Also, saw the Legend of Bagger Vance today. I really enjoyed it, i didn't really walk out of the theatre with much - good acting, i wish they had made Bagger Vance and his role more unclear, i kind of hoped he would be the character you'd leave saying "wait, was he a real person?" but they fucked that right up. But the movie was real nice and i enjoyed it a good deal. And now, day two.
We all woke up in stages, i eventually rose near to last at like noon or eleven or something. I, with brandon and adam, opted not to shower so that we could do stuff and then shower right before the concert and look and feel nice.
We hit the streets of Ann Arbor, a few people went shopping but the rest of us were looking to eat. I was looking for a nice sit down restaurant where i could chill and someone would serve me, i thought that's what other people were looking for, but instead we landed in a sandwhich place - yippee. It was me, adam, sean, brandon, dimitrios, steph and laura maybe. Oh yeah, and our tour guide Rick, another of the dicks and janes, a goofy son of a bitch who was from london and looked like Brian Sheehan.
I quickly got over my anger of being in a friggin sandwhich shop when I looked at the giant menu. I was all pumped from last night when I lived on the wild side and got roast beef and cheese on a roll. And here was this endless menu in front of me. I of course had no clue what to get, so I deferred my decision to adam. He instructed me to get the new york club. I looked at the contents: roast beef, corned beef, bacon, swiss cheese, lettuce, tomato, russian dressing all on toasted pumpernickel. Now, of those ingredients i had never had corned beef, swiss cheese or russian dressing. And i had never had lettuce or tomato on a sandwich. This was about the most daring thing I ever ordered. When it came out i nearly died. it was fucking huge, they didn't mention that there were three slices of bread that made it up. It was seriously 4" tall or more, large enough that looking at it, i was ready to quit for there was no possible way i'd fit my mouth around it for a bite. After staring it down for a while, i just opened wide and plunged in, i got a bite out of it, but not without the necessary smattering of russian dressing all over my face. It was tasty. After a few more bites, it became difficult to carry on. But, thanks to the persistent heckling of Rick, who told me that the sandwich was laughing at me and it had made me its bitch, I carried on. I eventually finished the half. Common sense told me to stop, foolish pride told me to continue. I went out for a mid meal cigarette to help digest and then came back for round two. Round two didn't want to happen. But then Rick pointed out that the sandwich was indeed laughing at me once more, and i sloppily picked it up, stared it down, and then placed it back on the plate. Eventually, i mustered up the strength for another huge russian dressing on the face bite. Sandwich down, hesitate, pick sandwich up, sandwich down, staredown, pick up, bite. Rinse, wash repeat. I got three huge fucking bites out of that son of a bitch, and i could've gotten more, but we had to leave. It was my proudest lunching moment, and all i wanted to do was lie down and nap for about a year.
We met up with the other's, lori mike and amy had bought me some lovely black women's socks with a glitterly blue star on them, since i needed black socks. And then we went to rehearse. We rehearsed, i tried calling jude to see if he was coming and that he made sure he knew where he was going, i eventually got hold of his roommate who gave me the classic "jude? ummm, lemme see if he wrote anything on the board. uhh, he went to ann arbor"
Rehearsal ended, brandon and I bought water and morgan's, and then back to the house where i showered and dressed and what not. All suited up, we loaded into the van and headed to the theatre. When we got there, wow. It was fucking nice. It was a rather largish old fashioned movie theatre, with semi decorative walls and ceilings, and real seats, and a huge balcony and a beautiful lobby. The theatre fit 1700, and i'd say by the end of the night, at least 1500 of those seats had been sold. I tried looking for jude before the show with no luck. We sang, i think we sang well. Back up in the balcony, i was getting restless with Sean. The Dicks and Janes were up, and they had this amazingly short guy. We laughed about his height. I did the "i'm crushing you" thing with the fingers, and then Sean one upped me: he put out his hand, so the perspective of it all looked like he had a little tiny short man in the palm of his hand singing to him. I tried it, i showed Adam. We wouldn't laugh so hard until tomorrow. It was among the funniest things I had ever seen.
The show ended. Thank god. I really don't enjoy acappella so much. Why on earth 1500 people would come to this show for 2 hours is absolutely beyond me. I had met up with Jude and Daniele during intermission and again after the show. It was nice to see them, and i was really suprised that they actually made the 3 hour trip up, it was really cool. I convinced them to come to the party and stay the night, as there was plenty of room on the floor of the house we had taken over... and there was. I ran over this with brandon to make sure it was ok, and he said yes, and that there were blankets and sleeping bags and such to spare.
I drove back to the house with jude and daniele, we made the rightful inhabitants leave to their bedrooms as we secured the first floor for the bostonians en route. Changed, and then drove to the party. Yes, we had to drive there, which blew, cause that meant when people wanted to leave, everyone had to leave. So, with that in mind, i had jude drive as well, to offer the extension to one or two people.
The party was in some big lofty area above a house, a nice party space. It wasn't the greatest of parties, it was pretty low key and there was this horrible gay guy who made me incredibly uncomfortable, and a lot of people were lame. But it managed to be fun. There were kegs of good beer, and it was great to hang out with jude and daniele, and also great to be able to leave them without them looking like they were having an awful time.
As usual, time was spent with people I knew instead of socializing with the other kids, which was fine by me. I talked to mark, rick and karen and then had to deal with those uncomfortable situations where other people would come up and try and talk to me and i just wanted nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, karen and rick were together, and I say unfortunately because if that wasn't the case i wouldn't have done a damn thing about it. But it's kind of cool for me to say "yeah, it's too bad i couldn't go for her" cause it makes me sound tough and respectable. Daniele was consistently outdrinking me all night, so what if I was nursing my beers, she didn't have to make fun of me for it. Jeez, there's no shame in drinking slower than a girl. Ok, there's a lot of shame in it and I felt very emasculated. To my credit, i was running on several shots of morgan's and was drinking slowly for my best interests, my best interests that daniele's heckling made me ignore.
At about 2:30, people wanted to leave, and by people, i'm not sure who exactly. Because Adam, adam's friend, sean, stephanie, i'm sure john, and maybe some others all wanted to stay. I tried to get some of them to stay and go home in the jude-mobile, but no one would have of that on the grounds that it'd be no party without the bostonians. And i hesitantly agreed. I lingered around, said goodbye to the three people i liked, got hug 1 from Karen. And we were out. I continued lamenting out loud leaving, because i was having some fun, and could stand to be more drunk. Jude and Daniele caught on and convinced me to stay. So I did. Back upstairs we went, hug #2. Sat around with jude and daniele, as they tried without luck for me to go get ass from some unsuspecting girl. Had another beer or two, continued talking with jude and daniele and the three people i liked. And eventually left, with rick and karen since they knew the way home.
I was pretty drunk at this time. We did manage to get home, but not without rick saying "brian, i'm going to let you sleep with karen, but you have to ask nicely." I thought this may have been some weird drunken made up story, but jude backed it up the next day. I'm fairly sure i drew that conversation out but I forget to what lengths. No parking space was found, and all but jude and myself got out of the car. Jude and I went looking for a space. Once again, i was pretty fucking drunk at this point. Looking for a parking space, i felt like i was on Mr. Toad's wild Ride, except it wasn't fun and it didn't end up in hell. It was awful, the quick stops, sharp turns, inconsistent gas, very very not good for a drunk me.
Got back in, hug #3, and i made a beeline to bed. I feel awful now at my state, because I completely did not bother to look after jude and daniele and find them the blankets and stuff that were lying around somewhere for their use. It was pretty bad hosting of me, and as you'll find out tomorrow, it just ended in badness. But for tonight, i was barely capable of lying down and passing out. And in what? 4 hours i'd be out and on the road to Notre Dame?
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