The Way We Was Part III

So this is it, at long last.  Thanks for putting up with the wait.  I know it was worth it.  I miss youse guys and hope you’re doing well.  Come visit sometime.  It’s finally not unbearable.

3. Weezer Show in Austin – Or Why we Hate Eskimos
There are concerts that you go to, and afterward are “hell yeah that was awesome.” (see number 9)  Then there are shows that you will tell your kids and their kids about.  This show is the latter for me.  John, Lynsi, and I had attempted to see Weezer before (I think our strategy was “drive to Dallas, hope there are tickets left.”), so finally getting to go was a victory in and of itself.  We were so pumped for the show, with Jacob painting his hair blue and me making a homemade weezer shirt…and letting everyone shave my head into a mohawk.
The show itself was fucking bad ass, to put it in technical terms.  Ozma and The Get Up Kids did not offend our yet-to-hate-emo sensibilities.  Then Weezer came and rocked our faces off.  The feeling of being crushed against the fromt row rail is something I’ll never forget-no matter how much therapy I attend.  And then there was Quinn, the Mighty Eskimo, throwing her elbows as if she were being guarded by Vlady Divac.  I have never been so afraid of being decapitated before in my life.  The best course of action was to get out of the way.
Even the trip back was awesome, with Jacob confused as to why his face looked like he’d been an extra in Braveheart, and all of us singing The Apples in Stereo as loud as we could to stay awake.  I think we made it home safe.
Now, you’re kids or grandkids might talk to you about the concerts they’ll be going to and how they have holograms, lasers, and whatnot, but we will be able to look them in the eye and ask if they’ve ever had a 300-lb Eskimo woman bearing down on them like the Wrath of God.  Check. Mate.

2.  Beach House 2: Electric Bugaloo
“It’s  Chinga!” *Slam* John: “No loud noises…”
It’s very rare that sequels equal or surpass the original.  Which is why we were more than prepared for our second go at the beach house.  We knew how serious things could get and we came prepared.  Loaded with enough beer and liquor (for the Vodkasaurus) to make an Irishman write home to mother,  we left nothing to chance.  This was the first time, I believe that Melissa spent a great deal of time with all of us, I believe, and she handled herself admirable, I just say.  There were some bumps in the road, defending Jay is never a good idea–ever, but all in all,  she prove her mettle.
For our part, we (well, Bart) proved that drinking early in the AM is a bad idea–even on Spring Break.  I proved that I am terrible at applying sunscreen.  Grandma and Granpa Killjoy…well let’s just leave it at that.
Geez, I know I’m forgetting a lot of stuff here…”Who are you, Beowulf?” “Dr. Thunder prescribes a thunderous amount of pain.”

1. Irish Bobby’s Birthday or The Birth of Area 51.
Like I said before, When Jacob and I lived together,our pad was a cool place to hang out and have a few beers.   It was where we would get (underage) drunk and act like asses.  You know, a college apartment.  It wasn’t until Irish Bobby moved in that we kicked the shit up to 11.  The first big partty we had there was of astronomical proportions.
I remember at first thinking it was going to be a bust.  It was past ten and only the regular crew was sitting around drinking despite the fact that we’d invited everyone we knew, met, or even looked at really.  And then they came.  They came in droves, friends, friends of friends, random people that we met while shopping for posters.  Pretty soon the house was a’rockin and people were still knockin.
To say the party was off the chain is an insult.  We had people on the kitchen floor making out, former track stars reliving their past glory, myself learning how to be a bartender (booze + booze + more booze = fun), and aforementioned track star passed out behind her car, and trying to keep poster guys from date-raping one of our friends.  The next morning/afternoon, we went to Denny’s and had an amazing breakfast/lunch.
After that, Area 51 was the place to be.   That party really set the tone for our future.  It really makes me long for those days when I think about how much fun and how many friends we had coming over.  I remember the vinyl couch we bought to have outside, and how awesome it was until they took it away with no notice.  I remember John trying to kill us all with a knife and Alan nearly doing so with a beer bottle.  Great times.

So, that’s it.  All that waiting has finally paid off.  The more I think about it, the more awesome our Baylor years actually were.  Our glory days are long behind us, but its satisfying to know that at least we had a damn good time out of it.  I’ll end this before I get too serious and ruin the comedic affect.  Thanks for your patience, all three of you that read this.  Now, I can blog about stupid shit in peace.