Snaker
01-03-2006, 09:29 AM
So, how was your New Years? This is the place to post about parties, adventures, hook ups, and hangovers.
My New year's ruled. My band played a show in Jackson, which is an out of town show for us; the furthest we've ever played from our hometown. Not only was it quite a drive, but it we during a storm. It was during like the "eye", I guess, because the rain stopped for the night; but there we shitloads of flooding everywhere and finding our way there was hard due to closed roads and highways. We played pretty decent; we didn't get shut down, even. We were talking to some fans afterwards, and they were having a party and they invited us to it. We went there, and Chris (our drummer) got really trashed and ended up passing out there. This, by the way, is waaaay out in the middle of nowhere in Amador County in an area call Ione. Well, since Chris was out, they let us crash there for the night. But, except for Chris, none of us slept. We just hung out and partied all night; our vocalist Ryan and I were the only sober ones (we're both straight edge), and we had fun chillin' with all the ****ed up people around us. We're not like other edge kids; we like it when people are messed up around us, because nothing is funnier than drunk and high people, especially when you're sober and can still reason. He woke at like around 4 AM, and we waited for the sun to rise then left. We got extremely lost and decided to just drive around and wander because we would eventually somehow end up where we were going. We didn't. So we stopped at a bait shop in the middle of nowhere, all by itself, to ask for directions. Turns out, we're like at the edge of the Central Valley and we're waaaay away from anything. So we aaaaalll the way back (like an hour or two) and eventually get home (another few hours). But not before stopping for breakfast at Perko's Diner, which was in the middle of nowhere, which ended up trashed due to ****in' Chris. This diner was so randomly placed. We saw nothing for an hour, then, over this hill, there was a K-Mart, a Walmart, and a Perko's; nothing else.
More than anything, this trip made me realize a few things, as well as reinforce a few things. It made me realize that my band is getting much bigger; we drew out a lot of people in a small town miles away from our hometown, and not just any fans: fans who were excited to have us over and watch our drummer puke all over their house. Second, it reinforced my will to stay edge: I hate hangovers (which the other three members of the band had), and I hate losing control, which quite a few people did that night. I realized the benefits of being in a band.
Okay, so tell your own stories, and comment on other peoples' stories.
My New year's ruled. My band played a show in Jackson, which is an out of town show for us; the furthest we've ever played from our hometown. Not only was it quite a drive, but it we during a storm. It was during like the "eye", I guess, because the rain stopped for the night; but there we shitloads of flooding everywhere and finding our way there was hard due to closed roads and highways. We played pretty decent; we didn't get shut down, even. We were talking to some fans afterwards, and they were having a party and they invited us to it. We went there, and Chris (our drummer) got really trashed and ended up passing out there. This, by the way, is waaaay out in the middle of nowhere in Amador County in an area call Ione. Well, since Chris was out, they let us crash there for the night. But, except for Chris, none of us slept. We just hung out and partied all night; our vocalist Ryan and I were the only sober ones (we're both straight edge), and we had fun chillin' with all the ****ed up people around us. We're not like other edge kids; we like it when people are messed up around us, because nothing is funnier than drunk and high people, especially when you're sober and can still reason. He woke at like around 4 AM, and we waited for the sun to rise then left. We got extremely lost and decided to just drive around and wander because we would eventually somehow end up where we were going. We didn't. So we stopped at a bait shop in the middle of nowhere, all by itself, to ask for directions. Turns out, we're like at the edge of the Central Valley and we're waaaay away from anything. So we aaaaalll the way back (like an hour or two) and eventually get home (another few hours). But not before stopping for breakfast at Perko's Diner, which was in the middle of nowhere, which ended up trashed due to ****in' Chris. This diner was so randomly placed. We saw nothing for an hour, then, over this hill, there was a K-Mart, a Walmart, and a Perko's; nothing else.
More than anything, this trip made me realize a few things, as well as reinforce a few things. It made me realize that my band is getting much bigger; we drew out a lot of people in a small town miles away from our hometown, and not just any fans: fans who were excited to have us over and watch our drummer puke all over their house. Second, it reinforced my will to stay edge: I hate hangovers (which the other three members of the band had), and I hate losing control, which quite a few people did that night. I realized the benefits of being in a band.
Okay, so tell your own stories, and comment on other peoples' stories.