so betsey had the genius idea to take ridiculous pictures of yourself while at the office
i just couldnt help but take part in the madness. i had to wait until casual friday, though, cuz i reaaaally hate business attire. i was absolutely losing my mind at work today. so ready to head down to miami for kap10kurt and yelle tonight. then hopefully back down tomorrow for the kaws exhibit? maybe, i dont know. i like sponge bob, so, yea.....
heres my contribution to what i hope to be an ongoing expose on people who have no business having an office job. i call this one "its 5:45 on friday, get me the fuuuuck outta here"
get me outta this place.
im outta place.
im in outer space.
ive gone and vanished without a trace.
some [[tracks]] to set the mood:
eminem - drug ballad (zshare)
flosstradamus - act a fool (zshare)
kap10kurt - dangerseekers (zshare) <---- this song is fucking uhhhhhMAZING
by the time we got there i had been drinking for about 4 hours and wanted to keep the good times rollin so we hit the strip. the bars have names like the salty balls, swamp ass and who knows what the fuck else. it was pretty obvious to the locals that we werent from around there cuz we, being from south florida, were so fuckin psyched for the cold weather that we rushed to put on our hoodies and jackets, while everyone from up there was rockin t’s. needless to say, the bars were steamy, dirty, and packed full of drunken bros. we bounced around a few locations in search of my pine crest homies (big up) but finally gave up and retreated to the swamp ass to enjoy a couple pitchers of blue moon on the front patio. last call came too early so we headed back to tony’s house to see the saber toothed wolfenstein of a dog of his and enjoy a bowl-pack, or two.
sleeping on the floor that night was interesting to say the least. that, combined with 5 hours driving the day before, and 5 more hours the next morning lead to some serious back aches, and that was before i had to deal with the air mattress, and eventually the pull out bed.
we finally arrived in
almost had to pass on this jewel because they werent released in a size 8 at first. they didnt have an 8 at the new era store, either, but they have this “refresher” machine that stretches out caps for you. met this dude named fond over there who was cool as fuck, we kicked it for a bit and he agreed to stretch out the cap for me before i bought it to make sure it would fit.
fond and i took a walk around the corner to check out a new shop that was just opening called the sole store. they didnt have much up on the shelves yet, but the setup was really clean looking. im looking forward to going back there and seeing how things play out for them. i think the owners name was corey, he was a big ass dude. bald, bearded and tattooed.
i cant really remember what we did the rest of the day. maybe we went to dinner? dunno, im drawing a blank but later that night we hit up the masquerade to see ratatat perform. billy, jason, and trish almost didnt make it to the show. they realized when we got there that none of them had any cigarettes, so they decided to walk down to the gas station.
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they werent half way there when they were approached by an ex-crackhead yielding a metal pole who offered them protection during their passage thru this hood ass, well, hood. finally they made it to the gas station unscathed, but still scared half to death.
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ratatat was decent, not overwhelming, but def worth it. their sound is very much “theirs.” i cant really think of anyone else that sounds like they do. if you don’t know em, give em a listen for sure. id be hard pressed to believe that anybody could not like them.
ratatat - party n bullshit ft. biggie smalls (zshare)
after the show, the juan maclean played downstairs and they fuckin wrecked it. i have heard of them before but never gave them a listen. they will def be getting a lot more plays if billy can ever find the ep we bought at the show. while we were at the masquerade, we met this dude who claimed to be the owner, or the manager, or something along those lines. he was kinda dressed like one of the bouncers, but know knows, maybe he was fucking with us, maybe not. either way he was a really nice dude and we talked to him for a few mins while we awaited our yellow chariot. turns out the place used to be an old mill and thats why it looks like a dungeon. there were stone walls with wood paneled floors like you see in a castle and little arched doorways with wooden doors. id have to say without a doubt my favorite venue of all time.
the next day we got started at h&m, but i wasnt impressed. so on our way to standard we realized the gas was low so we stopped to fill up but we noticed there were no prices posted up on the sign. at first i was expecting an ass raping, but it turned out there was a gas shortage in
saturday got started early. betsey and i had a lot of catching up to do after our failed adventures the day before. first stop was walter’s. this place was fucking hilarious. there were shoes all over the walls, and above the shoes were boxes of hats stacked upon more boxes of hats. everyone that was there shopping was hood, everyone that was working there was hood, too…..except walter, of course. walter was this ooooooooooold ass white dude who looked like he was about to croak any minute. his mind, however, was prob sharp as a tack considering he wasn’t doing any of the sales, but he was the only one working the register. shit, he aint no dummy! soon as i walked in i was greeted by one of the employees who asked if i needed any help, and boy did i. there was so much shit in there, it was just overwhelming. i had my eye on some am90’s but when i saw they had the black and white jordan 1’s from the most recent countdown pack and i couldn’t pass on em. thankfully, i didn’t have to buy the whole pack cuz the xxii’s are beat as fuck.
check out this video i found on youtube of the walter's
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oh, but theres more! no trip to
finally, at the very end of the shops, we arrived at wish. the ill shop. womens gear up front, mens in the back, and a sneaker show room downstairs. this place was done right. the displays, the racks, everything looked dope. the clothes and hats were hard too, but i couldn’t resist picking up this pair of air max 90s that recently dropped. after wish we were beat so we decided to grab a bite from a little pizza spot and head back to the hotel for an attempt at a quick nap.
and finally, the reason for our trip. we headed back to the masquerade to see the presets and cut copy, on saturday night. this bar didn’t have 40 oz’s available but they did have 22’s of
the presets - my people (zshare)
cut copy - lights and music (zshare)after the show i was spent and i wasn’t sure i could handle any more so we went out on the back patio area for a few more beers and ciggs before we called it a night. just so happens the dudes from cut copy had the same idea, so we sat around and talked to them for a couple mins before they went back inside in search of more party favors.
all in all quite an amazing adventure. the A.T.L.-iens were very hospitable, and very nice. trish and jason provided the comic relief, bill e. wyte provided the herbal remediez, i played the role of the navigator (equipped with my iphone <3), kneesee, and lola for coming to hang with us on friday night, as well as fond from new era, and waverly and warner from wish. cant wait to come up again, and im sure it wont be too long from now.
ok that’s all, im pretty sure i didn’t miss anything too exciting.
crazy homeless people everywhere, craaaaazy.
