THURSDAY 6-12
Left for a journey a couple hrs to Omaha to catch my flight to Houston thru St Louis, (didnt even know that St. Louis was on my plans). Had 2 gin and tonics on the flight to St Louis, thanks to rt57 from the 1560 chat. The plan emptied and only 4 people stayed on. They reloaded, and we were on our way to Houston. 2 vodka drinks ( 1 cape cod and 1 fucked up bloody mary).
Landed in Houston. Got a call that I had 2 rides, so I cancelled one of my rides. Then a call from Raheel, telling me that the tattoo was going to be done on Mondays show not Friday - leaving Friday free. Forgot how fuckin' hot it was in Houston, until I was waiting on my ride under the covered parking.
Went and got some Jack In The Box on the way to where I was staying. Got ahold of KJ, pulled all my tattoo, equipment out of my luggage- got a note the TSA searched my bags- can only imagine what all the tattoo needles, metal coils and power supply looked like in Xray.
Went to KJs house, for the end of the Celtics - Lakers game. Got my gear set up, waited for the end of the game, and was ready to start KJs tattoo. Sean was there doing play by play or something in the chat.
(KJ's CRC in horseshoes tattoo)
Finished it up and hung out for a bit, until everyone had either left or was sure there was no more tattoos to do, got a ride back to the hood.
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Woke up when the friends I was staying with started their day. Decided that since I only did 1 tattoo, and was planning on doing more, and kinda had been thinking about doing another one.
I had the dude at the place I was at help me- I needed someone to stretch the skin on my finger, while I inked a curly mustache on the inside of my left index finger - now I'm ready to throw on a cape and top hat and tie chicks to train tracks.
Went to the mall grabbed a bite to eat and headed to The B.U.S. A friend of mines sister works there. Watched the Sean and John live show. Had several beers, and start getting a pretty nice buzz, but not really that drunk. Ran into my buddy "Chevy".....
Chevy offered to give me a ride to Midtown, but first..... There is always a but first, with Chevy. This time it involved going up in the Republican convention to get some Mc Cain buttons to sell on eBay. The part of the George R Brown Center we were at is clear on the other end from the entrance, but there are doors all along the walls. Being all hot and not wanting to walk, I tried a door - it opened and we went in. We saw a security guard, and she said that maybe the 2nd floor was were we needed to be. up the escalators the 2nd floor security tells us , you have to go to the 3rd floor- so up another fn escalator. we get up there and there is this huge banquet set up with chaffing dishes and penguins to serve the people. Chevy says "Hey lets get a plate."
That is when I see the signs " creditials only ", " na dude look we dont have the correct papers".
Right then, the chick with all kinds of colored construction paper hanging around her neck and a clipboard, asks for our creditials, and tells us to leave.
So on the way out, 2 HPD cops start down the escalator after us, and stop us, to ask for creditials. Chevy says " dude I think I threw my papers away, what about you? you still got yours?" "Na dude, I got no papers, just a mustache" as I busted out the finger stache. Police were not amused.
Planned to meet some former coworkers and friends @ PubFiction in Midtown, after some pretty hit or miss service, we left to go to Christians Tailgate for a burger and some more beers.
waited for this chick I used to work with to get there, watched bad karoke. The chick we waited for got there, and we talked for a little while. Then I took off to go back to the place I was staying.
SATURDAY 6-14
Only thing planned was hanging out at the Astros pregame and BAR GOLF. Went and hung out at The B.U.S. again watching the radio show in progress, talked to Raheel about his tattoo.
Got busted on for my Bar Golf gear. Time was cutting close to 6pm, tee time.
Me on the Left KmfG on the right.
The Innaugural Secret Society Bar Golf Tournament. 9 bars ( holes) 30 minutes at each hole.
Will organized one hell of an event- I volunteered to design a logo for the event.
Scoring is as follows:
No drinks = +2
One beer = +1
Par (0) = 1 beer & 1 shot
Birdie ( -1) =2 beers & 1 shot
Eagle (-2) = 2 beers and 2 shots.
Bar Golf was a great time, a little drunk - ok alot drunk. Took some drunken camera videos, met a gang of cool ass people, proud to have been part of the Gingerman take over, singing the Hoffy Burger jingle 50+ people strong.
Here are some of said drunken camera phone videos
Hole One -initial tee off, shot of Patron for SportsGirl KmfG video
Hole 8 - "Some god damn where" KJ way more sober than I was.
Hole 9
There is controversey over who won the bar golf round, some say the winner, had a
reversal possibly, didnt drink everything he said, (-13 from that I heard) didnt seem
to be as drunk as someone that had just had at least 16 beers and 13 shots. I dont know, I was far beyond giving a fuck. it was a killer time. would do it again.
But here is a video of the guy with the winners jacket.
Best highlight of the night - seeing the 2 people making out after being pissed off at us and leaving, seeing them get cat calls, claps and woooooooes,the guy giving us the thumbs up to the balcony, then having one of our group (I want to meet the man responsible) yell "stick it in her ass" - they instantly got in their cars and left.
Called in the BLCS from outside the Bar Golf after party,
again on the ride home with Will, singing the Hoffy Burger commercial on the air.
SUNDAY 6-15
Recoup day, nothing happened.
MONDAY 6-16
Got up and packed up my tattoo gear, to head to the studio of 1560 to do the tattoo on Raheel on the Ken Hoffman show. Worked on the stencil while I watched Frankie the Bull do the recap show. I got to pick 2 songs as well as talk a few times. Went in did the tattoo on Hoffys show, and finished it up on Sean and Johns show.
Raheels reflection image Rs, his initials as well as his moms.
Went back in the production office, and did a finger stache on Frank.
Then left to go back to the place where I was staying. Hung out talking and stuff until 5 am, figured 1 hr of sleep would be cool, should make it easy for me to fly.
TUESDAY 6-17
Got up and went pretty much straight to the airport, checked in and got ready to leave. Got on the flight everything was cool. Sat next to some lady traveling with 2 kids. Pretty much good flight minimal thoughts of dropping out of the sky until we hit Chicago, the plane was pretty jerky in the descent like we were falling off a set of stairs one at a time. Thankfully, I had a layover, and just needed to get outside to smoke. Ended up out by the train pick up, puking in 2 different trash cans, thanx prick who was piloting Flight 1076 To Chicago Midway. Grabbed a couple Mickey D's cheesburgers and got on my flight to Omaha, a little anxious I still might puke. Sat next to a lady and her daughter that were moving from Indiannapolis to Omaha, cause the husband was relocating, they both hated flying so didn't mind I didn't want to watch us go up or land. I knew that would be the end.
Once we were up high enough I did look out and see some of the devastation in Iowa and wow, it was crazy. I would clearly see the define rivers and streams yet could also see how far out of the banks it all was. Pretty crazy.
Landed in Omaha, got picked up at the airport, slept the 2nd half of the ride in the car.
