I went to Cedar Point today with Dan Latham and Colin, two of my closest chums. It was a great time, and ended with a visit to an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet, as all great days should end. I will post more details about it when I return to Boston and can load my pictures, because it's not as fun without the pictures.
All you need to know is: we rode all rides worth riding; the Mean Streak may have given me permanent kidney/shoulder damage (love those old wooden coasters); the new ride, "Maverick," though its name is fairly questionable and hanky, was incredibly fun; it was 104 degrees when we left the park; I sweat a lot today.
Sunburn status: mild.
Victory.
Also, I managed to spend $0 inside the park. Take your $5 hot dogs and $3 bottles of Aquafina (urine) and... sell them to some other pigeon with a wad of cash. Fishbowl - 1; Cedar Point - 0. Oh wait, the ticket was $35. Fishbowl - 1; Cedar Point - 1. A tie is better than a defeat, I suppose.
Considering I followed it up with a dozen slices of pizza and some dessert, it was a pretty joyous day. Like I said, I'll post pictures in a few days. Goodnight.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Bisco Fall Tour
Get your tickets, kidz, the fall tour has been announced. Which shows will I go to? Only time (and money) will tell!
The Disco Biscuits Fall Tour
Lots of great music coming to Boston soon.. STS9 and Lotus at the end of September, Biscuits Halloween AGAIN, etc. So excited.
The Disco Biscuits Fall Tour
Lots of great music coming to Boston soon.. STS9 and Lotus at the end of September, Biscuits Halloween AGAIN, etc. So excited.
Where do I begin?
I haven't posted in awhile (seriously?) To be honest, I forgot I still had a blog.
I'm writing this from home, good ole Michigan, because after emptying the dishwasher today, I am out of things to do. Not a whole lot going on here in MI. I'm headed up to Michigan State this evening to partake in their Welcome Week festivities (i.e. drinking more than anyone ever should). Rosso is having a party this evening which promises to be quite rowdy and full of Camp Bisco memories.
Ahh, yes, Camp Bisco VI. Once again, where do I begin? 4 months of anticiptation leading up to the weekend of great music (bands that rock, bands that go untz, and the majority which do both). Not to mention great company (South Jersey crew, North Jersey crew, East Lansing crew, TCNJ crew), far too many laughs and wonderful anecdotes to share. Combined with a weekend of unparalleled intoxication, it was everything I could have hoped for. Even though the weather was terrible (cold/windy/rainy one night, even colder but not windy or wet the next night), we powered through and enjoyed ourselves.
The first day's music started at about 6 PM. When we set up camp at noon, we started drinking so that we'd be in great shape by 6. Naturally, during that time, we stumbled upon some other party favors to get us through the night/weekend. Delicious. That night was a lot of fun, Umphrey's played a good set including a new song of theirs, Wizard Burial Ground, which was top notch. The biscuits played a short set just to get things started, and the most interesting act of that evening was DEFINITELY Infected Mushroom. I watched from the campsite, which was such a good location that you could fully enjoy a show from it. Infected Mushroom was INSANE. Angry, thrashed-out, dark trance. It was the closest thing to a rave I have ever witnessed, and it was awesome. We were "assaulted by Jew-techno" for about 90 minutes (IM is from Israel, and they made sure to flash the star of David on the lightboard to the beat of the music - untz untz untz). I'll be seeing them in Boston on September 7th as well, can't wait.
Friday and Saturday were a blur; the proximity of our campsite to the music was just amazing. Being able to come back and recharge/rest between every set was one aspect that made this the best festival I've been to. Bonnaroo last year was awesome, but I think Camp this year trumped it. Some of the highlights were: a surprise biscuits afternoon set on Friday, because one of the band-members for that time slot was caught in traffic (Simon Posford). I really enjoyed the Indobox, a band my friend Tim promotes in Boston. They've come a long way, and I'm sure Tim is happy to not be promoting a band that sucks. I heard some great things about a couple of acts I missed in the afternoon (in the name of drinking), and then STS9's PA set, Hallucinogen in Dub and the Biscuits (with Shpongle at set-break).
During the Biscuits' first set Friday, there was a sudden white squall with gale-force winds that ripped banners off the stage and destroyed several campsites and tents. Somehow ours was left standing. Dunn had the quote of the evening when this storm was in full force and we were standing at 4 corners of our shade-shelter, holding it in place, "Maybe God really does frown upon festivals like this." Maybe, Dunn. Anyway, we survived the storm, enjoyed a 2nd set, and by that point I was so cold and wet, I couldn't do it. I went back to my car because the tent was wet, to find Rosso and Kyle sitting in the front seat sharing a sleeping bag, shivering. I crawled into the back seat and slept in such an awkward position that I think I did permanent damage to my spinal cord. However, it turns out I didn't miss much in terms of latenight action that evening.. with the exception of Future Rock from 3-4 AM, which I sort of hate myself for missing.
Saturday.. Oh, Saturday. Saturday was a little chilly in the morning, but we fixed that by polishing off a bag of Sangria in about 15 minutes. Followed by some of the worst mixed drinks I've ever had involving Popov, Rite-Aid brand pineapple soda, and red bull. Gross. Music was good Saturday, STS9 had a great set, and I made it through the latenight acts only to fall asleep in my car at about 5 AM. Psylab was very cool, it just sucks that the curfew disabled them from having the music too loud after 2 AM. If you're trying to stay up dancing until 4 AM, the music needs to be loud.
The next morning, we woke up, took down camp, said our goodbyes, I shed a few man-tears, and Kyle and I hit the road back to Boston. I did laundry immediately upon getting back, and then fell asleep fully clothed at 7 PM and slept for 15 hours. I hope Camp VII is back at the same place next year, because I definitely have to go again.
With that, I must now prepare myself to go to East Lansing. Tonight is going to be ridiculous. Just pray that I call you, whoever you are, because I'm sure I'll have lots of fun things to say. I doubt drunk-dialing will happen tonight, though, it's not a habit of mine.
Look for me tomorrow night at the Tigers v. Yankees game, I'll be right behind home plate, broadcasting my ginger hair all across America.
Until next time, folks, keep it real.
I'm writing this from home, good ole Michigan, because after emptying the dishwasher today, I am out of things to do. Not a whole lot going on here in MI. I'm headed up to Michigan State this evening to partake in their Welcome Week festivities (i.e. drinking more than anyone ever should). Rosso is having a party this evening which promises to be quite rowdy and full of Camp Bisco memories.
Ahh, yes, Camp Bisco VI. Once again, where do I begin? 4 months of anticiptation leading up to the weekend of great music (bands that rock, bands that go untz, and the majority which do both). Not to mention great company (South Jersey crew, North Jersey crew, East Lansing crew, TCNJ crew), far too many laughs and wonderful anecdotes to share. Combined with a weekend of unparalleled intoxication, it was everything I could have hoped for. Even though the weather was terrible (cold/windy/rainy one night, even colder but not windy or wet the next night), we powered through and enjoyed ourselves.
The first day's music started at about 6 PM. When we set up camp at noon, we started drinking so that we'd be in great shape by 6. Naturally, during that time, we stumbled upon some other party favors to get us through the night/weekend. Delicious. That night was a lot of fun, Umphrey's played a good set including a new song of theirs, Wizard Burial Ground, which was top notch. The biscuits played a short set just to get things started, and the most interesting act of that evening was DEFINITELY Infected Mushroom. I watched from the campsite, which was such a good location that you could fully enjoy a show from it. Infected Mushroom was INSANE. Angry, thrashed-out, dark trance. It was the closest thing to a rave I have ever witnessed, and it was awesome. We were "assaulted by Jew-techno" for about 90 minutes (IM is from Israel, and they made sure to flash the star of David on the lightboard to the beat of the music - untz untz untz). I'll be seeing them in Boston on September 7th as well, can't wait.
Friday and Saturday were a blur; the proximity of our campsite to the music was just amazing. Being able to come back and recharge/rest between every set was one aspect that made this the best festival I've been to. Bonnaroo last year was awesome, but I think Camp this year trumped it. Some of the highlights were: a surprise biscuits afternoon set on Friday, because one of the band-members for that time slot was caught in traffic (Simon Posford). I really enjoyed the Indobox, a band my friend Tim promotes in Boston. They've come a long way, and I'm sure Tim is happy to not be promoting a band that sucks. I heard some great things about a couple of acts I missed in the afternoon (in the name of drinking), and then STS9's PA set, Hallucinogen in Dub and the Biscuits (with Shpongle at set-break).
During the Biscuits' first set Friday, there was a sudden white squall with gale-force winds that ripped banners off the stage and destroyed several campsites and tents. Somehow ours was left standing. Dunn had the quote of the evening when this storm was in full force and we were standing at 4 corners of our shade-shelter, holding it in place, "Maybe God really does frown upon festivals like this." Maybe, Dunn. Anyway, we survived the storm, enjoyed a 2nd set, and by that point I was so cold and wet, I couldn't do it. I went back to my car because the tent was wet, to find Rosso and Kyle sitting in the front seat sharing a sleeping bag, shivering. I crawled into the back seat and slept in such an awkward position that I think I did permanent damage to my spinal cord. However, it turns out I didn't miss much in terms of latenight action that evening.. with the exception of Future Rock from 3-4 AM, which I sort of hate myself for missing.
Saturday.. Oh, Saturday. Saturday was a little chilly in the morning, but we fixed that by polishing off a bag of Sangria in about 15 minutes. Followed by some of the worst mixed drinks I've ever had involving Popov, Rite-Aid brand pineapple soda, and red bull. Gross. Music was good Saturday, STS9 had a great set, and I made it through the latenight acts only to fall asleep in my car at about 5 AM. Psylab was very cool, it just sucks that the curfew disabled them from having the music too loud after 2 AM. If you're trying to stay up dancing until 4 AM, the music needs to be loud.
The next morning, we woke up, took down camp, said our goodbyes, I shed a few man-tears, and Kyle and I hit the road back to Boston. I did laundry immediately upon getting back, and then fell asleep fully clothed at 7 PM and slept for 15 hours. I hope Camp VII is back at the same place next year, because I definitely have to go again.
With that, I must now prepare myself to go to East Lansing. Tonight is going to be ridiculous. Just pray that I call you, whoever you are, because I'm sure I'll have lots of fun things to say. I doubt drunk-dialing will happen tonight, though, it's not a habit of mine.
Look for me tomorrow night at the Tigers v. Yankees game, I'll be right behind home plate, broadcasting my ginger hair all across America.
Until next time, folks, keep it real.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
It Is Now Time...
Camp is finally here. As Monika calls it, "Camp Biscuit". Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, the next week or so will be pretty barren too. However, this upcoming weekend has the potential to be the best 4 days of my entire summer, or even year. Let's see what happens. We'll talk when I get back.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Tag!
Julie tagged me to participate in this little game. I was instructed to go to Wikipedia and type in my birthdate. I then have to choose 3 events, two birthdays, and one holiday of the ones provided and list them. Well, easy enough, here goes:
September 5:
Events:
1698 - Tsar Peter I of Russia imposes a tax on beards (100 Rubles per year - wow!). Apparently this was an attempt to modernize his people by moving them away from beards. I'll tell you something, though: Fuck you, Tsar Peter I. You and your stupid rules. Some of the best people ever have had beards. Grizzly Adams , Bill Wennington (how many NBA Championship rings do you have, Peter? That's right, none, you jerk), and these fine gentlemen . And don't even get me started on mustaches. I'll just hope those weren't taxed, because that's just not cool. Incidentally, priests and peasants were exempt from the tax. Thanks, Tsar. Fascist.
1839 - The First Opium War begins in China. Mmmmm... delicious opium and all of your delicious biproducts... heroin, morphine, oxycodon, the list goes on. Without you, countless people might have bright futures (though probably not), but they are now dead or cripplingly addicted to drugs. They'd probably just drink instead, though, let's be honest.
I wanted my third event to be:
1774 - First Continental Congress assembles in Philadelphia, PA, but I figured this was a more accurate representation of what our country was founded upon:
1877 - Oglala Sioux chief Crazy Horse is bayoneted by a United States soldier after resisting confinement in a guardhouse at Fort Robinson in Nebraska. Yeah, take that, Indian guy! He must have tried resisting arrest, or maybe they found a peace pipe on him. Either way, I'm sure the soldier was justified in stabbing him to death when he didn't want to be locked in a guardhouse for an indefinite amount of time. I would have just given him a pillow infected with typhoid fever, but maybe being discrete is a waste of time anyway.
Birthdays:
1946 - Freddie Mercury. Thank you for writing Bohemian Rhapsody. You're the man, Freddie. And, apparently, you were born in Zanzibar. Nicely done.
1940 - Raquel Welch. Because I don't move my arms when I dance either, and I respect that.
Holiday: (slim pickin's here)
As much as I wanted to select Teacher's Day in India, I had to choose:
RC Saints - Saint Lorenzo Giustiniani; the feast day of Teresa of Calcutta***, currently pending sainthood.
This is only because it is a day of feasting. I love feasts. And I will certainly have a feast every year on my birthday, of food and alcohol.
***Let me also mention that Mother Teresa died on my birthday in 1997. I'm not sure what that means, it either means I am the anti-christ, or her soul entered my body for me to continue spreading love and Jesus across the world. It has to be one or the other.
Ooook, that wraps this one up. I'm supposed to tag five people to do this. I can't tag anyone because I don't know anyone that blogs, but feel free to respond in the comments! I will tag Matt (in the comments), Adam (in the comments), Kirk (if you ever read this), Markles the Bear (see: Kirk's note), and of course Sarah Smallwood (if you feel like it). I expect only one response, and it will be Matt. Because he's a team player. Let's see what happens. And Julie stole all of my people that I know WOULD respond. If I didn't tag you and you want to participate in the comments, please do.
Have a nice day, folks.
P.S. The Bourne Ultimatum was incredible. See it. (And take me with you.)
September 5:
Events:
1698 - Tsar Peter I of Russia imposes a tax on beards (100 Rubles per year - wow!). Apparently this was an attempt to modernize his people by moving them away from beards. I'll tell you something, though: Fuck you, Tsar Peter I. You and your stupid rules. Some of the best people ever have had beards. Grizzly Adams , Bill Wennington (how many NBA Championship rings do you have, Peter? That's right, none, you jerk), and these fine gentlemen . And don't even get me started on mustaches. I'll just hope those weren't taxed, because that's just not cool. Incidentally, priests and peasants were exempt from the tax. Thanks, Tsar. Fascist.
1839 - The First Opium War begins in China. Mmmmm... delicious opium and all of your delicious biproducts... heroin, morphine, oxycodon, the list goes on. Without you, countless people might have bright futures (though probably not), but they are now dead or cripplingly addicted to drugs. They'd probably just drink instead, though, let's be honest.
I wanted my third event to be:
1774 - First Continental Congress assembles in Philadelphia, PA, but I figured this was a more accurate representation of what our country was founded upon:
1877 - Oglala Sioux chief Crazy Horse is bayoneted by a United States soldier after resisting confinement in a guardhouse at Fort Robinson in Nebraska. Yeah, take that, Indian guy! He must have tried resisting arrest, or maybe they found a peace pipe on him. Either way, I'm sure the soldier was justified in stabbing him to death when he didn't want to be locked in a guardhouse for an indefinite amount of time. I would have just given him a pillow infected with typhoid fever, but maybe being discrete is a waste of time anyway.
Birthdays:
1946 - Freddie Mercury. Thank you for writing Bohemian Rhapsody. You're the man, Freddie. And, apparently, you were born in Zanzibar. Nicely done.
1940 - Raquel Welch. Because I don't move my arms when I dance either, and I respect that.
Holiday: (slim pickin's here)
As much as I wanted to select Teacher's Day in India, I had to choose:
RC Saints - Saint Lorenzo Giustiniani; the feast day of Teresa of Calcutta***, currently pending sainthood.
This is only because it is a day of feasting. I love feasts. And I will certainly have a feast every year on my birthday, of food and alcohol.
***Let me also mention that Mother Teresa died on my birthday in 1997. I'm not sure what that means, it either means I am the anti-christ, or her soul entered my body for me to continue spreading love and Jesus across the world. It has to be one or the other.
Ooook, that wraps this one up. I'm supposed to tag five people to do this. I can't tag anyone because I don't know anyone that blogs, but feel free to respond in the comments! I will tag Matt (in the comments), Adam (in the comments), Kirk (if you ever read this), Markles the Bear (see: Kirk's note), and of course Sarah Smallwood (if you feel like it). I expect only one response, and it will be Matt. Because he's a team player. Let's see what happens. And Julie stole all of my people that I know WOULD respond. If I didn't tag you and you want to participate in the comments, please do.
Have a nice day, folks.
P.S. The Bourne Ultimatum was incredible. See it. (And take me with you.)
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Untitled (Except, now it has a title, the title is just "Untitled")
It's been awhile since I've written anything here. I've been rather busy, and also rather uninspired. Much of what I've been doing lately does not translate to blog too well.
I just got back from a sailing trip to Nantucket which was fantastic. Kyle and I got "creased" with his father and uncle, we went to the beach for a little bit, did some sightseeing, a good amount of sailing, eating, and, did I mention drinking? We found Keystone at a local liquor store before we left... not Keystone Light (blue can) or Keystone Ice (black can) but Keystone (red can). I had heard of such a beer, but had never seen nor tasted it. Kyle's dad made fun of us on and off for the entire trip because we bought Keystone. In other news, it was terrible.
I got sunburned, again. This seems to be a trend in my life. Today, my ears are peeling and my face a little bit, as well as my back. I look like a leper. "I'm over it."
I've been dog-sitting since I got back from Nantucket. Julie's dog, Bailey. She's very sweet but tends to whine when I don't give her my undivided attention. And she would have my undivided attention if I didn't decide to try Anna's Taqueria.
I've heard good things about Anna's from people I trust and respect, I've just never made the effort to come out this way and try it. Well, Julie lives about 10 minutes' walk from Anna's, so I figured I'd be stupid not to try it. I went last night for dinner, and I got a chicken burrito. It was good, but I didn't feel like it was special, seeing as how I am spoiled when it comes to Mexican food. Barone, who I trust when it comes to food more than just about anyone else, told me I needed to try the chili verde burrito (he told me this 10 minutes after I ate the chicken burrito last night). So what did I do?
No, I didn't go back immediately. I got a chili verde burrito on the way home from work today, and devoured it immediately upon entering the apartment. Let me tell you, folks, this burrito was heaven in my mouth. It's what dreams are made of. It was both hot and very flavorful, and the only thing that would have completed it would have been a glass of horchata (damn me for not getting it). Either way, the burrito was dime. So good.
My heart will be thanking me for not living out here in the Allston/Brookline area, for I would dine there far too frequently, and would become morbidly obese in a matter of days. Anna's was not as good as some of the Mexican I've had elsewhere, but it was much better than what I've had here in Boston. Next, I have to try El Pelon, which I have heard is superior to Anna's. We shall see.
Tim & Julie's apartment also has the MLB Season Pass on TV, so I've been able to watch a lot of baseball, and, more importantly, some Tigers Baseball. Except, the Tigers have lost 5 in a row, and are playing like they're competing for the bronze medal in the special olympics. All of this talk about what's going to happen in the post-season made me forget: we have to make it to the postseason first. Step it up, enough of this "losing streak" BS. And somebody inject Sheffield with some steroids, please.
I'm going to see the Bourne Ultimatum very soon (hopefully tonight, probably tomorrow). I can't wait. I will hopefully report on that soon.
Other than that - work is work, I'm still poor despite making more money and working more hours, and I'm doing everything I can to spend 0 before the trip to New York and home. 10 days until that vacation begins, and then back to school.
More to come soon, I hope.
I just got back from a sailing trip to Nantucket which was fantastic. Kyle and I got "creased" with his father and uncle, we went to the beach for a little bit, did some sightseeing, a good amount of sailing, eating, and, did I mention drinking? We found Keystone at a local liquor store before we left... not Keystone Light (blue can) or Keystone Ice (black can) but Keystone (red can). I had heard of such a beer, but had never seen nor tasted it. Kyle's dad made fun of us on and off for the entire trip because we bought Keystone. In other news, it was terrible.
I got sunburned, again. This seems to be a trend in my life. Today, my ears are peeling and my face a little bit, as well as my back. I look like a leper. "I'm over it."
I've been dog-sitting since I got back from Nantucket. Julie's dog, Bailey. She's very sweet but tends to whine when I don't give her my undivided attention. And she would have my undivided attention if I didn't decide to try Anna's Taqueria.
I've heard good things about Anna's from people I trust and respect, I've just never made the effort to come out this way and try it. Well, Julie lives about 10 minutes' walk from Anna's, so I figured I'd be stupid not to try it. I went last night for dinner, and I got a chicken burrito. It was good, but I didn't feel like it was special, seeing as how I am spoiled when it comes to Mexican food. Barone, who I trust when it comes to food more than just about anyone else, told me I needed to try the chili verde burrito (he told me this 10 minutes after I ate the chicken burrito last night). So what did I do?
No, I didn't go back immediately. I got a chili verde burrito on the way home from work today, and devoured it immediately upon entering the apartment. Let me tell you, folks, this burrito was heaven in my mouth. It's what dreams are made of. It was both hot and very flavorful, and the only thing that would have completed it would have been a glass of horchata (damn me for not getting it). Either way, the burrito was dime. So good.
My heart will be thanking me for not living out here in the Allston/Brookline area, for I would dine there far too frequently, and would become morbidly obese in a matter of days. Anna's was not as good as some of the Mexican I've had elsewhere, but it was much better than what I've had here in Boston. Next, I have to try El Pelon, which I have heard is superior to Anna's. We shall see.
Tim & Julie's apartment also has the MLB Season Pass on TV, so I've been able to watch a lot of baseball, and, more importantly, some Tigers Baseball. Except, the Tigers have lost 5 in a row, and are playing like they're competing for the bronze medal in the special olympics. All of this talk about what's going to happen in the post-season made me forget: we have to make it to the postseason first. Step it up, enough of this "losing streak" BS. And somebody inject Sheffield with some steroids, please.
I'm going to see the Bourne Ultimatum very soon (hopefully tonight, probably tomorrow). I can't wait. I will hopefully report on that soon.
Other than that - work is work, I'm still poor despite making more money and working more hours, and I'm doing everything I can to spend 0 before the trip to New York and home. 10 days until that vacation begins, and then back to school.
More to come soon, I hope.
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