Tuesday, April 22, 2003
man, some crazy lady was at the laundry mat. man. whoo.. so heres the quick summary of my weekend.
friday
morning 6or7am drive to albany, drop off sara at albany med. drive home. sleep. woken up by cell phone rining 1030am, where the fuck am i? what time is? ahh. jackie. i dont want to talk to her. conversation:
"hello mr smith, are you renewing your lease? we need to know today?"
"huh, uhh, i dont know yet" (thinkin in side my head, no way in hell lady, ahhh, what time is it, where am i?)
"we need to know today, let us know, are you paying the 25 dollar late fee?"
"i want to talk to you about that"
"we are just the messenger"
"who do i talk to".. yaddi yaddi yaddi. got some number
click.
called sara, they need to know today, shit.
ok lets shorten this up a little bit. freakin walked over there, extended my lease a month. now have til july 1 to be gone. fuckers. whatever. get back to apartment, call some places. talk to this one lady.. yaddi yaddi yaddi.. no pets in any of our apartments aloud. click im done with you
drive around saratoga for two hours looking around, looking at postings at skidmore, etc etc. bullshit. go home. whatever, ate, slept, ate, slept.
saturday
4am wake up. drive to albany and back. fun. go back to sleep. wake up. clean like a mad man. get together essential belongings. do two hours of dishes, okay maybe only an hour, but it sucked. then hightailed it to oneonta where the action was at. get to town around 4 oclock. travis and wayne arent home. vas and nate arent where they say they are. ok. no big deal. run up to table rock (the rock, not the cafe) check it out, hit the spots in the back, make my way back down the hill. vas and nate still aint home. go over to packys house. find phil messing with the monitors. they dont work. they dead. the woofer is done for, bent in the wrong way. not out like its supposed to be. wheres packy? jason calls. jason comes over. ned and packy walk in. "you guys want to bar-b-q?" says packy. greg ellis walks in. i sketch out to go find vas and nate. they are home. have a few drinks, chicken speedies, a sub from woodys, play some video games, hang out. listen to music. try to convince them to go to the show. try to convince again. go to store. go to hartwick. play frisbee for a few minutes in holmes parking lot. go to lauras cafe/room. plug in. get situated. get rocked by rezi. 30 girls walk in during the line "suave and tender with the ladies" during cuervo, and they stepped in up a notch. there were already about 20 or so people there, but now there was fifty plus. which is pretty decent, when expecting hardly no one to go at all. then they take setbreak? what? i assumed everyone would leave. everyone did not. bus visit. return. second set was pretty hot. good show overall. good recording. good mix. show ends. wait til shit is in bus. bring entourage to eleven west st. bust in on party. leave party. return to table rock, site of earlier adventure. hit all the spots in the woods. got followed by some locals. and returned. ended up at dennys. had ice cream. the freakin lady instead of putting whip cream which i asked not to have, just put extra ice cream. the shit was a mile high. oh well. ate the ice cream. returned back to town. got back to 11 west at 4 am. pretty much to a scene of passed out monkeys, no one alive. went to sleep in a chair.
sunday
woke up around 9. bathroom. water. sketched out. woke up vas and nate. hung out for some quality time. took off around 11. got to rensellar train station shortly after 1230 to see the person i was picking up to be definately that guy over there with the banjo walking around all crazy like. yeah, thats him i say to myself. pick up successful. meander my way around towns like cohoes, waterford, and mechanicville to saratoga springs. meet joanna and sara at congress park. hang out. throw the disc some. walk around town. visit eden. visit manifestation and got free hemp suckers, which actually turned out to be decent. went to gaffneys. hung out outside. went back to malta. joanna decided to stay the night. went to shenantaha park. skipped rocks in the creek. threw the disc more. came home. hung out outside. and went to bed. a fun weekend. and thats what it was after a crappy beginning to it on thursday. going to vegas next week. ¶ 4/22/2003 12:16:00 AM
friday
morning 6or7am drive to albany, drop off sara at albany med. drive home. sleep. woken up by cell phone rining 1030am, where the fuck am i? what time is? ahh. jackie. i dont want to talk to her. conversation:
"hello mr smith, are you renewing your lease? we need to know today?"
"huh, uhh, i dont know yet" (thinkin in side my head, no way in hell lady, ahhh, what time is it, where am i?)
"we need to know today, let us know, are you paying the 25 dollar late fee?"
"i want to talk to you about that"
"we are just the messenger"
"who do i talk to".. yaddi yaddi yaddi. got some number
click.
called sara, they need to know today, shit.
ok lets shorten this up a little bit. freakin walked over there, extended my lease a month. now have til july 1 to be gone. fuckers. whatever. get back to apartment, call some places. talk to this one lady.. yaddi yaddi yaddi.. no pets in any of our apartments aloud. click im done with you
drive around saratoga for two hours looking around, looking at postings at skidmore, etc etc. bullshit. go home. whatever, ate, slept, ate, slept.
saturday
4am wake up. drive to albany and back. fun. go back to sleep. wake up. clean like a mad man. get together essential belongings. do two hours of dishes, okay maybe only an hour, but it sucked. then hightailed it to oneonta where the action was at. get to town around 4 oclock. travis and wayne arent home. vas and nate arent where they say they are. ok. no big deal. run up to table rock (the rock, not the cafe) check it out, hit the spots in the back, make my way back down the hill. vas and nate still aint home. go over to packys house. find phil messing with the monitors. they dont work. they dead. the woofer is done for, bent in the wrong way. not out like its supposed to be. wheres packy? jason calls. jason comes over. ned and packy walk in. "you guys want to bar-b-q?" says packy. greg ellis walks in. i sketch out to go find vas and nate. they are home. have a few drinks, chicken speedies, a sub from woodys, play some video games, hang out. listen to music. try to convince them to go to the show. try to convince again. go to store. go to hartwick. play frisbee for a few minutes in holmes parking lot. go to lauras cafe/room. plug in. get situated. get rocked by rezi. 30 girls walk in during the line "suave and tender with the ladies" during cuervo, and they stepped in up a notch. there were already about 20 or so people there, but now there was fifty plus. which is pretty decent, when expecting hardly no one to go at all. then they take setbreak? what? i assumed everyone would leave. everyone did not. bus visit. return. second set was pretty hot. good show overall. good recording. good mix. show ends. wait til shit is in bus. bring entourage to eleven west st. bust in on party. leave party. return to table rock, site of earlier adventure. hit all the spots in the woods. got followed by some locals. and returned. ended up at dennys. had ice cream. the freakin lady instead of putting whip cream which i asked not to have, just put extra ice cream. the shit was a mile high. oh well. ate the ice cream. returned back to town. got back to 11 west at 4 am. pretty much to a scene of passed out monkeys, no one alive. went to sleep in a chair.
sunday
woke up around 9. bathroom. water. sketched out. woke up vas and nate. hung out for some quality time. took off around 11. got to rensellar train station shortly after 1230 to see the person i was picking up to be definately that guy over there with the banjo walking around all crazy like. yeah, thats him i say to myself. pick up successful. meander my way around towns like cohoes, waterford, and mechanicville to saratoga springs. meet joanna and sara at congress park. hang out. throw the disc some. walk around town. visit eden. visit manifestation and got free hemp suckers, which actually turned out to be decent. went to gaffneys. hung out outside. went back to malta. joanna decided to stay the night. went to shenantaha park. skipped rocks in the creek. threw the disc more. came home. hung out outside. and went to bed. a fun weekend. and thats what it was after a crappy beginning to it on thursday. going to vegas next week. ¶ 4/22/2003 12:16:00 AM
