Ok, here's how my day went yesterday, and I hope to god people read this and post comments, because I feel totally unloved here.
My day actually started at 11:45 PM Wednesday night at the local Safeway. Buying a case of Coor's Light and a case of Smirnoff Ice for the following day and that night. My friends Alicia and Cristi show up to meet me and we go up north to Woodland, Washington.
I never realized how stupid How High was, even when I was thoroughly drunk. The movie has no point to it. Big deal, two major label rap stars in a movie about getting stoned, and going to Harvard. Anybody can do that shit!
5:00 AM rolls around, and I am still awake. Crisit and Alicia are being loud and obnoxious, so I get pissed, and when I get pissed, I get violent, and bad things tend to happen to other people. I calmly walked out of the house, went into Alicia's car, and passed out.
7:30 AM, Cristi and Alicia wake me up, which is not the best thing in the world to do. It's like poking a sharp stick at a rabid pit bull. Cristi's little brother's and sister tried to wake me up, and it didn't work. They get in the car, with me still asleep, and we drive off to Safeway. Mikey needs to get coffee to wake up!
Mikey gets his coffee, and food, and we head to St. Helens, Oregon for Rockfest 7.5, which has local band 737 and another band opening. Rob Zombie was the headliner.
We get to Rockfest early, and already security is taking away the minor's alcohol. No beer is allowed? What the hell?
After about 2 hours of waiting, geting free shit from people promoting their own bands, and watching a guy puke next to a porta potty, we finally are let in. First thing I hit up is the Sobe Bus, and got free samples.
ALl the vendors there were cool. The tattoo booth, the Dominatrixes (who offered me a free spanking anytime I wanted it), the karaoke booth (not for $3 a song), the place selling weed pipes, smokes, and the two chewing tobacco boothes, who gave me over $150 worth of free chew.
The music itself. 737 was a decent band, for only playing for the 13th time. Depswa totally sucked, as did Adema (reminds me too much of Linkin Park). Switched played a pretty good set.
The real fun didn't begin until Down came out, with Phil Anselmo of Pantera. Down rocked the place, had the crowd in a violent frenzy, even thanked the crowd of the outdoor show for all the weed they gave them.
Finally, it was time...the moment I had waited 8 hours for in the blistering sun (as a result, a major sunburn, I look like a combo of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and a fucking lobster)....Rob Zombie.
His set was basic, all the classic horror movie villians (Frankenstein, the Phantom of the Opera, Mr. Hyde, and the Wolfman). He repeatedly thanked everyone who came to the show, apologized for having no voice to sing with, chastized the MTV V.M.A.'s, and put on an overall outstanding show.
The highlights: The dunk tank, and all the women taking their tops off for the guys and gals. The stripper from Club 505 who got completely naked, all the tattooed women who got naked at the dunk tank. I was in heaven!
The beer garden, $4 for a pint, I had two.
The dominatrixes who were very sweet outside their roles. I felt bad when I almost broke one of their paddles over my head.
Anyhow, I am done talking. Hope everyone enjoyed. Later
My day actually started at 11:45 PM Wednesday night at the local Safeway. Buying a case of Coor's Light and a case of Smirnoff Ice for the following day and that night. My friends Alicia and Cristi show up to meet me and we go up north to Woodland, Washington.
I never realized how stupid How High was, even when I was thoroughly drunk. The movie has no point to it. Big deal, two major label rap stars in a movie about getting stoned, and going to Harvard. Anybody can do that shit!
5:00 AM rolls around, and I am still awake. Crisit and Alicia are being loud and obnoxious, so I get pissed, and when I get pissed, I get violent, and bad things tend to happen to other people. I calmly walked out of the house, went into Alicia's car, and passed out.
7:30 AM, Cristi and Alicia wake me up, which is not the best thing in the world to do. It's like poking a sharp stick at a rabid pit bull. Cristi's little brother's and sister tried to wake me up, and it didn't work. They get in the car, with me still asleep, and we drive off to Safeway. Mikey needs to get coffee to wake up!
Mikey gets his coffee, and food, and we head to St. Helens, Oregon for Rockfest 7.5, which has local band 737 and another band opening. Rob Zombie was the headliner.
We get to Rockfest early, and already security is taking away the minor's alcohol. No beer is allowed? What the hell?
After about 2 hours of waiting, geting free shit from people promoting their own bands, and watching a guy puke next to a porta potty, we finally are let in. First thing I hit up is the Sobe Bus, and got free samples.
ALl the vendors there were cool. The tattoo booth, the Dominatrixes (who offered me a free spanking anytime I wanted it), the karaoke booth (not for $3 a song), the place selling weed pipes, smokes, and the two chewing tobacco boothes, who gave me over $150 worth of free chew.
The music itself. 737 was a decent band, for only playing for the 13th time. Depswa totally sucked, as did Adema (reminds me too much of Linkin Park). Switched played a pretty good set.
The real fun didn't begin until Down came out, with Phil Anselmo of Pantera. Down rocked the place, had the crowd in a violent frenzy, even thanked the crowd of the outdoor show for all the weed they gave them.
Finally, it was time...the moment I had waited 8 hours for in the blistering sun (as a result, a major sunburn, I look like a combo of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and a fucking lobster)....Rob Zombie.
His set was basic, all the classic horror movie villians (Frankenstein, the Phantom of the Opera, Mr. Hyde, and the Wolfman). He repeatedly thanked everyone who came to the show, apologized for having no voice to sing with, chastized the MTV V.M.A.'s, and put on an overall outstanding show.
The highlights: The dunk tank, and all the women taking their tops off for the guys and gals. The stripper from Club 505 who got completely naked, all the tattooed women who got naked at the dunk tank. I was in heaven!
The beer garden, $4 for a pint, I had two.
The dominatrixes who were very sweet outside their roles. I felt bad when I almost broke one of their paddles over my head.
Anyhow, I am done talking. Hope everyone enjoyed. Later