Memorial weekend was a whirlwind adventure.
Friday started out with work and class in the morning and afternoon. Chris, Val and I left Davis around 5 towards San Jose. We picked up Chris’ brother Scott at the airport and headed over to the San Jose Convention Center where they were hosting the anime convention Fanimecon. We weren’t there to see anything on firday night, just to pick up our badges for the next day, but we were fairly excited none the less. Pizza was consumed at a Pizza My Heart down the block and we headed over the hills to Capitola.
Friday night was calm, couple of beers at home, wandered inside of one of the bars downtown and enjoyed a few more. While we were at the bar firetrucks took over the town though. Apparently some dork standing outside of one of the other bars tossed his cigarette onto the roof of the building and prompted three firetrucks to completely block downtown. Before the firemen left we caught a glimpse of a “hottie” trying to hit on one of the men getting back in his truck. So pathetic.
Saturday morning we woke up early and drove back to San Jose to start our exploration of this years Fanimecon. I have to say, this year was some what of a let down. I expected to see lots more in the dealer room, even though I only buy things from one booth, GO IMPORT-POSTER GUY!!! His selection was not as impressive for some reason. By 6pm we had run out of things to see and called upon my buddy Brian to save us. Around 7pm Val and I left with Brian headed towards Santa Cruz, after a few u-turns that is.
First attended a brithday bbq for Simon, I still don’t know who that is, and a few beers while reminising about fun times with Brian in the backyard by the trampolene. Brian’s childhood friend Tom secured us a ride and we left in search of food around 8pm. After quite a car shuffle and a keg of PBR we walked downtown and found mexican food. Once full we continued our adventure by going to The 418 Project, a heavy, hardcore punk venue on the backstreets of Santa Cruz. A friend from high school Justin was playing with his nationally toured band, we were lucky enough to see him through the doors as he finished his last couple songs. One thing I have to say about that guy is wow. Back in high school he was the little stoner punk guy, and now he’s this in, hardcore rockstar. SHIT! Why couldn’t I be him.
After the show we made our way across town (ACROSS TOWN!) to a house party that was “ragin’”. I say it with funny “quotes” around it because there was no beer and it was over 100 degrees inside. The corner store on the end of the block had been closed for more than a few minutes. We ended up sitting on a corner on Mission sulking and passing a large bottle of Smirnof Ice between the four of us. After a little while Tom was sober enough to drive us home to chill at his house, where the fun was yet to be had.
We stopped at the store to score a few six-packs and made about 1000 TURNS to get back to Tom’s house. We hung out in front of the fireplace roasting marshmellows and talking about the crazy shit people are doing now. Hottub. Everyone’s in the hottub, relaxing, quiet.
Linsay hurries out of the house. “I don’t really know how to say this.” At this point I think we were all going through the scenarios about what could be happening without our knowing. The living room is on fire? The neighbors are at the door with cops? There’s a rabid dog tearing through the house? “(Girl) is standing naked in front of your fridge peeing on the floor.”
Everyone laughed for a solid 10 minutes. Apparently the girl naked and peeing was one of two girls staying with a roommate of Tom’s. Que followup.
Tom’s roommate comes out. “You see she peed all over the kitchen? At least it’s all on the mat.”
“That’s my mat.” Tom replied with shame.
Laugh for another 10 minutes.
That’s enough story telling for one night. More to come.
