4:30 AM OR SO, PHONE RINGS, IT'S OZ, THIS KID I KIND OF KNOW FROM SEEING HIM AROUND AND SHOWS. HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT I'M DOING THE WEEKEND OF THE 9TH CAUSE THERE'S THIS SHOW HE WANTS ME TO GO TO. NO PROBLEM EXCEPT THAT I HAVE NO CASH AND NO CAR, UH, SO ACTUALLY, BIG PROBLEM. WELL, AFTER SOME NEGOTIATIONS, A RIDE IS PROCURED FOR ME AND I'M TOLD EVERYTHING ELSE IS COVERED AS WELL.
I'M GETTING A RIDE FROM SOME GUY NAMED MATT AND HIS ROOMMATE HEATHER. BOTH ARE NICE ENOUGH BUT IT IS A LITTLE WEIRD CAUSE I KNOW THEY KNOW MY EX-HUSBAND AND GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT HAS BEEN SAID ABOUT ME. NOT AN AWFUL RIDE THOUGH AND I ARRIVE IN ONE PIECE TO THE TRAVELODGE ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE VENUE. OZ IS ON THE BALCONY AND TELLS ME TO FOLLOW THESE TWO PEOPLE UP TO THE ROOM. tHEY HAVE RENTED OUT A BLOCK OF ROOMS ON THE SECOND FLOOR AND THINGS ARE VERY MUCH UNDERWAY AS I WALK IN. I AM GREETED BY A HUGE PICK ME UP OFF THE GROUND AND SPIN ME IN A CIRCLE HUG FROM OZ AND THEN PRESENTED WITH A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY. THEY DON'T CALL ME JEN THE MICK FOR NOTHIN' YA KNOW...THAT BOTTLE IS GONE IN AN HOUR.
8:45 ROLLS AROUND AND IT IS TIME FOR THIS MOTLEY CREW OF 15 OR SO TO GET GOING...ONCE THERE, I SEE THE 2 MOST AMAZING THINGS!! YOU CAN STILL SMOKE INSIDE AND ONE HELL OF A HOT BARTENDER. I SIDDLE UP TO THE BAR FOR A FEW SHOTS OF THEIR FINEST WELL WHISKEY AND A CHAT WITH JEREMY THE BARTENDER. I THINK THINGS ARE GOING WELL , BUT HEY, I'M DRUNK AND THEY PAID $15 BUCKS FOR ME TO GET IN AND I HAVEN'T EVEN VENTURED DOWNSTAIRS TO CHECK OUT THE BANDS YET. I DECIDE THAT WOULD BE THE RIGHT THING TO DO, AND I CAN LET THE WHISKEY SETTLE IN FOR A MORE INTERESTING CONVERSATION WITH THE BARTENDER LATER.
YEAH, WELL, BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE AND JEN OFTEN GO ASTRAY...THERE IS A BAR DOWNSTAIRS AND MORE THEN A FEW PEOPLE WILLING TO BUY ME SHOTS, INCLUDING THE SINGER FOR THE ARKHAMS OUT OF NEW YORK. THE ONLY BAND I ACTUALLY REMEMBER FROM THE NIGHT. THEY WERE QUITE GOOD IF NOT YOUR STANDARD FARE FOR ROCKABILLY THESE DAYS, BUT THEN THEY ALL ARE, OR ELSE IT WOULDN'T BE STANDARD FARE EH. THERE IS AN ATTEMPT AT DANCING BUT I AM OFFICIALLY TOO DRUNK FOR MY SHOES AND I OPT OUT BEFORE I FALL ON MY ASS. THERE IS SOME IN-PLACE DANCING WHICH GOES MUCH BETTER FOR ME. UNFORTUNATLY, AT THIS POINT I HAVE CONSUMED THE EQUIVILENT OF 2 PINTS IN LESS THEN 3 HOURS AND I HAVEN'T EATEN TODAY...BATHROOMS ARE UPSTAIRS RIGHT?!?
NEXT THING YOU KNOW, I'M BEING KICKED OUT FOR BEING TOO DRUNK!! GOODBYE HOT BARTENDER, GOODBYE SHOW...THANKS FOR CARRYING ME BACK TO THE HOTEL CODY. THERE WERE TEARS, THERE WAS VOMIT, I DID MANAGE TO PUT ON MY JAMMIES THOUGH. IT APPEARS THAT AS THE NIGHT WORE ON, ALMOST EVERYONE FROM OUR GROUP EITHER GOT KICKED OUT, PUKED, CRIED OR HAD TO BE CARRIED - MOST OF US HAD A COMBINATION OF THE ABOVE ISSUES (I FEEL A LITTLE BETTER ABOUT THAT). THERE WAS EVEN AN INCIDENT INVOLVING CLIMBING FROM ONE BALACONY TO ANOTHER TO FLEE A SITUATION. I DON'T REMEMBER MUCH BUT I REMEMBER SOME REALLY GOOD AND FUNNY SHIT.
WAFFLE HOUSE THE NEXT DAY...THEN HEATHER AND I HOPPED A RIDE HOME WITH JIMMY AND THIS GIRL WHOSE NAME ESCAPES ME CAUSE MATT HOOKED UP WITH A CHICK AND IT WAS THAT OR SIT AT THE WAFFLE HOUSE AND WAIT FOR HIM TO SHOW UP. I WENT STRAIGHT TO BED WITH A TERRIBLE HEADACHE...THEN SURLY SUNDAY TURNED INTO BOWLING UNTIL 3AM. I REALLY NEED TO GET A GRIP ON THESE WEIRD FUCKIN' HOURS I'M KEEPING.
ALL IN ALL, PSYCHOFEST LIVED UP TO IT'S HAME...BUT NOT FOR THE REASONS INTENDED.
PHOTOS BY LADY G
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