saturday nite tbug and i rolled out to the LBC on a mission tryin to find mr. warren g. actually we were in search of the riverboat (as in mark twain-esque mississippi riverboat) steakhouse that's docked down there. it was ben's birthday and time for a semi-annual tropical party. they'd been throwing these tropical parties for a few years now (i think i remember a warehouse back in '98) yet never went so far as to charter a boat.
me and tbug rolled up early to help set up and pretend we're one of the cool people that gets let on the boat before everybody else (also so we could get our stashes on board without any static from security). most of what we did was move a bunch of tables and chairs off the boat and set them on the dock so we could clear space for two dance floors on the first and third decks (this was a pretty big freakin boat). 2 sound systems, 3 decks, 3 bars, 2 dancefloors, and about 300 party people made for a pretty honkin good time.
once those of use that comprised the set-up crew got things situated, i hit up one of the bars for a prescription refreshment from dr. bombay. me and a few of the homies were chilling at the front of the boat as we were departing the harbor and i decide to spark up a bowl. before i even get a chance to pass it, i hear a voice from above asking me to 'toss it overboard.' i turn around and notice that the captain is standing on the top deck peering down at me. stupid me, didn't think to look up at the wheelhouse to make sure the crew wasn't scoping the sitch.
i may not employ guerilla rebel tactics or be mad sketchy when i'm burning some shit but i never ever get caught. i don't care if its at a concert, in a club, on the street, outside a museum, or in a movie theater. i'm a motherfucking marijuana ninja. so getting nabbed by the captain of the boat was a total surprise.
i look up and the captain motions to the ocean and asks me again to toss the pipe overboard. with total resignation i turn my back to him and place me elbows on the railing. with a flick of the wrist and a little splash it was gone and the captain was placated. i guess they were pretty concerned about the coast guard, who are rumored to be pretty strict about things of a dopey nature.
suffice to say tbug was kinda miffed that i lost the pipe cause all he had was papers. lisa was bummed cause our sesh was interrupted. of course, all was well after i revealed that in a moment of ricky jay-esque slight of hand trickery, i palmed my piece and tossed my lighter into the pacific in its place.
bong bong
me and tbug rolled up early to help set up and pretend we're one of the cool people that gets let on the boat before everybody else (also so we could get our stashes on board without any static from security). most of what we did was move a bunch of tables and chairs off the boat and set them on the dock so we could clear space for two dance floors on the first and third decks (this was a pretty big freakin boat). 2 sound systems, 3 decks, 3 bars, 2 dancefloors, and about 300 party people made for a pretty honkin good time.
once those of use that comprised the set-up crew got things situated, i hit up one of the bars for a prescription refreshment from dr. bombay. me and a few of the homies were chilling at the front of the boat as we were departing the harbor and i decide to spark up a bowl. before i even get a chance to pass it, i hear a voice from above asking me to 'toss it overboard.' i turn around and notice that the captain is standing on the top deck peering down at me. stupid me, didn't think to look up at the wheelhouse to make sure the crew wasn't scoping the sitch.
i may not employ guerilla rebel tactics or be mad sketchy when i'm burning some shit but i never ever get caught. i don't care if its at a concert, in a club, on the street, outside a museum, or in a movie theater. i'm a motherfucking marijuana ninja. so getting nabbed by the captain of the boat was a total surprise.
i look up and the captain motions to the ocean and asks me again to toss the pipe overboard. with total resignation i turn my back to him and place me elbows on the railing. with a flick of the wrist and a little splash it was gone and the captain was placated. i guess they were pretty concerned about the coast guard, who are rumored to be pretty strict about things of a dopey nature.
suffice to say tbug was kinda miffed that i lost the pipe cause all he had was papers. lisa was bummed cause our sesh was interrupted. of course, all was well after i revealed that in a moment of ricky jay-esque slight of hand trickery, i palmed my piece and tossed my lighter into the pacific in its place.
bong bong
but the bong bong.
nice.
~the angel*
good job.