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Man, the beginning of summer has been pretty hectic. My last weekend was super full.
On Friday (May 8), my last paper was due, and then I was totally done. Most of my friends are already 21, and they were planning on going out to a bar that night, so my roommates convinced me to come out clubbing with them. We certainly had an interesting time. Pacha is a really nice club in NYC, but my roommate's friend is a dancer there so we ended up getting in for free instead of paying $20 as cover. Then the bottom floor was closed for some reason, so we hung out upstairs for a while. I was the only one with my group who wasn't on E, but it was cool. They were entertaining. We danced with each other, we danced with strange boys, we saved each other from strange boys, we conned boys out of their 21+ wristbands. When Ashley finished dancing for the night (4 15-minute dances over the course of the night earns her $125 or something like that) she brought us down into the VIP section with her and we hung out there until the bottom floor closed. Then we followed Ashley through the back ways of the club back upstairs so as to not have to go back outside and pay more to go back upstairs. That closed around 7am, and we walked over to Times Square to catch the subway back home. Got home around 8. Then I took a shower before passing out, to wake up around noon.
Around 4 that afternoon I hopped on the MetroNorth train and headed up to Tarrytown for a TMBG show. It was fun wandering around the town beforehand. I think I saw Dan Miller smoking on a side street before I got some ice cream and met up with Jon, Dae, Mike, Maddiy, Paul, and David. We then hung around the theater until doors opened. The show was great, and even though it was seating, Flans made sure to call us all forward so that we crammed up in front and back into the aisles. Linnell was wearing an awesome shirt that had the caffeine molecule on it. Danny had a bass solo during The Guitar during which at some point he stopped playing bass and basked in the glory of our chanting "The bass! The bass! The bass is Danny Weinkauf!" Marty came out afterward and gave sweeping hi-fives to everyone waiting for a setlist. We all said hi to Iggy both during setup and after the show, just before he ran up to the stage to empty the confetti cannons before someone accidentally set them off and made a mess as the roadies broke down. Afterwards, we walked up to 7-11 to get caffeine-infused drinks for our journeys home before we parted ways. They split off to two cars, and I headed back down the hill to the train.
The next day we all went up to Palladium for the last Sunday brunch of the year, then Val and I went to see Star Trek before I had to get back to the dorm to sign in Elyssa, who'd just gotten back from a semester abroad in Florence. Then it was off to my department's end of year dinner and awards show, then the afterparty at a bar in Brooklyn. I got home from that pretty late and spent the next few days packing and relaxing. I rented a storage unit, and moved all the stuff I was leaving into it. That took a while on the last day, so my friends actually ended up packing my stuff in and I ran the cart back to the dorm, told my friends where my bike was and hopped in a cab. It was too late though, and I missed my flight. So the check-in people at JetBlue put me on standby for the flight the next day at noon, I put my bags in an overnight storage thing at the airport, and took the subway back into the city. My friends still there signed me in. Magically, the last disc of season three of Weeds had come in the mail that afternoon, so Val and I finished that before going to bed. I woke up and left by 9am in order to get to the airport super early to get my bags out of storage and get all checked in. Well, the check-in line took forever, and even though I talked to one of the agents I still didn't get checked in until noon, when the flight took off at 12:30. There had only been one agent there for most of the (at least) half hour I was standing in line. Then they had to charge me fees for an extra bag and an overweight bag. THEN the security line was ridiculous, so I had to flag someone down to escort me to the front of it. My gate was, of course, the last one, so I had to lug the rest of my stuff down to it and hope they weren't lying when they said there were available seats. Luckily there were, so I was able to get on the plane and drop into a seat an finally relax after the hectic week of packing. My mom picked me up at the airport and took me home.
Dang, that was involved. I'll write about what I've done since being back in a separate entry. Now I'm watching The Wiz for the first time (I've had the soundtrack for ages though) and waiting on my mom to open her birthday present from me, which might not happen until tomorrow, because I think she went to bed directly after getting home from her birthday dinner. I leave you with the temporary jagua tattoo I got at the Northwest Folklife Festival:
On Friday (May 8), my last paper was due, and then I was totally done. Most of my friends are already 21, and they were planning on going out to a bar that night, so my roommates convinced me to come out clubbing with them. We certainly had an interesting time. Pacha is a really nice club in NYC, but my roommate's friend is a dancer there so we ended up getting in for free instead of paying $20 as cover. Then the bottom floor was closed for some reason, so we hung out upstairs for a while. I was the only one with my group who wasn't on E, but it was cool. They were entertaining. We danced with each other, we danced with strange boys, we saved each other from strange boys, we conned boys out of their 21+ wristbands. When Ashley finished dancing for the night (4 15-minute dances over the course of the night earns her $125 or something like that) she brought us down into the VIP section with her and we hung out there until the bottom floor closed. Then we followed Ashley through the back ways of the club back upstairs so as to not have to go back outside and pay more to go back upstairs. That closed around 7am, and we walked over to Times Square to catch the subway back home. Got home around 8. Then I took a shower before passing out, to wake up around noon.
Around 4 that afternoon I hopped on the MetroNorth train and headed up to Tarrytown for a TMBG show. It was fun wandering around the town beforehand. I think I saw Dan Miller smoking on a side street before I got some ice cream and met up with Jon, Dae, Mike, Maddiy, Paul, and David. We then hung around the theater until doors opened. The show was great, and even though it was seating, Flans made sure to call us all forward so that we crammed up in front and back into the aisles. Linnell was wearing an awesome shirt that had the caffeine molecule on it. Danny had a bass solo during The Guitar during which at some point he stopped playing bass and basked in the glory of our chanting "The bass! The bass! The bass is Danny Weinkauf!" Marty came out afterward and gave sweeping hi-fives to everyone waiting for a setlist. We all said hi to Iggy both during setup and after the show, just before he ran up to the stage to empty the confetti cannons before someone accidentally set them off and made a mess as the roadies broke down. Afterwards, we walked up to 7-11 to get caffeine-infused drinks for our journeys home before we parted ways. They split off to two cars, and I headed back down the hill to the train.
The next day we all went up to Palladium for the last Sunday brunch of the year, then Val and I went to see Star Trek before I had to get back to the dorm to sign in Elyssa, who'd just gotten back from a semester abroad in Florence. Then it was off to my department's end of year dinner and awards show, then the afterparty at a bar in Brooklyn. I got home from that pretty late and spent the next few days packing and relaxing. I rented a storage unit, and moved all the stuff I was leaving into it. That took a while on the last day, so my friends actually ended up packing my stuff in and I ran the cart back to the dorm, told my friends where my bike was and hopped in a cab. It was too late though, and I missed my flight. So the check-in people at JetBlue put me on standby for the flight the next day at noon, I put my bags in an overnight storage thing at the airport, and took the subway back into the city. My friends still there signed me in. Magically, the last disc of season three of Weeds had come in the mail that afternoon, so Val and I finished that before going to bed. I woke up and left by 9am in order to get to the airport super early to get my bags out of storage and get all checked in. Well, the check-in line took forever, and even though I talked to one of the agents I still didn't get checked in until noon, when the flight took off at 12:30. There had only been one agent there for most of the (at least) half hour I was standing in line. Then they had to charge me fees for an extra bag and an overweight bag. THEN the security line was ridiculous, so I had to flag someone down to escort me to the front of it. My gate was, of course, the last one, so I had to lug the rest of my stuff down to it and hope they weren't lying when they said there were available seats. Luckily there were, so I was able to get on the plane and drop into a seat an finally relax after the hectic week of packing. My mom picked me up at the airport and took me home.
Dang, that was involved. I'll write about what I've done since being back in a separate entry. Now I'm watching The Wiz for the first time (I've had the soundtrack for ages though) and waiting on my mom to open her birthday present from me, which might not happen until tomorrow, because I think she went to bed directly after getting home from her birthday dinner. I leave you with the temporary jagua tattoo I got at the Northwest Folklife Festival:
