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Post by umphlovecincy on Sept 19, 2015 8:09:47 GMT -5
While I'm not currently drunk,I was really drunk last night with a few friends and we all had a big dance party to Jungle in the living room. Good times.
My ID badge shouldn't give me this much access. I'm just chilling on my bosses computer. I filled up two pints of beer for myself from the pop-up bar downstairs. I was walking away with one, then I asked the bartender as he was tearing the event down, "Uh, dude. Could I pour myself another one for the road?" Gotta love when "I don't give a shit" is the response to such questions. I turned all the lights off and put this woman's personal desk light on. I can't fucking wait for Derek (the security guard) to come ask me what I'm doing and see all of my work clothes and paperwork from earlier sprawled out, along with the two pints sitting next to me as well as the music that is playing, presumably way too loud. Time to answer some board member of the month questions while drinking these beers too fast. Get at me, people of the internet.
I guess I should clarify. When I say that all of my work clothes are strewn about, that doesn't mean that I'm going bare-ass on my boss's swivel chair right now. Simply that I changed at her desk earlier and left my clothes everywhere and now I'm wearing my real-life clothes. Damn. Now I wanna drop trou. I really hope Derek is sitting at the Concierge desk when I leave this building. I'm fixing for some strange conversations.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
I imagine Nico as an agile spider monkey while on a bike. I think he could jump to the hood of the car if need be.
I was just essentially chased and followed by a guy who almost hit me with his car while on my bike. He pulled onto the road I was on and then stopped abruptly. I said, "Use your eyes, buddy." He then pulled out behind me, drove onward and just chilled at my speed looking right at me. He then slowly veered into the bike lane as if to prove some sort of point. It would have worked had he not done it so gingerly. I then said (perhaps yelled), "Fuck you, man!). He slows down so that he can see me in his side view mirrors. I flipped my hands up off my bike to the 45 degree because I wanna know what his next move is. Traffic behind him peer pressures him into continuing forward. At the T intersection he pulls over and waits. I roll by, look at him and laugh. I pull into the street two away from mine and he follows eight seconds later. I turn around and laugh again as he gets closer and as he does I jump onto the sidewalk on my bike and switch streets via one of those streets that goes L-shaped to keep cars from speeding. I got to my house. One minute later as I stand in the shadows of the steps to my house, I see him pull through the other side of the intersection adjacent to my house. He clearly went out and around. I fucking love the shit-heads in this town. They're a dick to so many people and assume power over so many. The second someone tells them to fuck off, they get all pseudo-aggressive and sensitive. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. You can't pretend to fight someone on their home turf. People like that make me laugh so consistently. I went walking afterwards. Just to see if I could find him in his car looking all disgruntled again. My history of being chased under my own similarly dispassionate and irreverent circumstances has taught me that he was going to give up pretty soon afterward. I'll never see that guy again. Good riddance you grumpy fucker. Thanks for reminding me how many things aren't worth getting worked up over and how easily manipulated by overtly aggressive dudes I am not.
There's probably some disconnects here.
As one cyclist to another, remember, you are on a bike and he has a big ass car. I get your need to tell him to fuck off, I have been there. But in the end, he can and would have no qualms about squashing you like a bug.
You're 100% right in the sense that I shouldn't get so angry at people who are in their car. That said, my response was essentially maybe a little too-dickish laughter, his was waiting for and then following me to my house in his car and circling my neighborhood. Also, Rothric, I can't even explain to you how complementary that comment was. I do still treat the streets of Minneapolis like a playground though, so whether I'm walking or biking, it always proves interesting. That said, the following post is yet another outrageously long post from me, since I'm apparently the only person who experiences weird shit, then drinks, then talks about it. Eh, that sounds bitter. I'm just happy this exists sometimes.
As per usual, I'll just write. I'm now officially a touch drunk, so the writing may be particularly verbose because I'm about to treat this post as a summation of my day. Today I woke up around 10am. I listened to Ought for a couple hours, some Alchemist, some Mac, then I walked to work in the rain. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but it was a friendly reminder that there is a hole somewhere in my left boot and that this is going to be my mode of transportation from mid-November until mid-March or April depending on how Winter treats us, and that walking to and from work is a truly calming experience for me. I bought a sandwich from the Gold Medal market & deli because the deli is most frequently occupied by either this overly committed, yet surprisingly happily, uniformed goth guy or this small, white Russian woman; both of which will happily give you every other additive to your sandwich for no cost whatsoever. I'm doing it again. Let's fast forward. I worked until around 11. I got a co-worker, who is technically still my boss 50% of the time, which is a truly strange situation, to give me a ride home since it was raining pretty hard and I couldn't be bothered walking home at this point. She dropped me off at my house, I explained to her that I've been having a hard time with a lot of things (5 specifically, but I didn't get into any of them) recently and that life is essentially screaming at me right now. She gave her condolences, we agreed that we'd inevitably meet at the bar attached to our building soon, I thanked her and we parted ways. I walked inside my house, finished the muffin I had been eating which my true boss gave me several hours earlier because she is obsessed with my deep-seated love of free food (also free almost anything regardless of the legality and/or morality surrounding it's free-ness, but she doesn't need to know that and honestly, neither do you, so let's continue), threw the wrapper away, then headed towards the bar down the street for a couple beers before I came home to decompress and mentally prepare for another full day. Here's where it gets interesting: As I'm walking along the sidewalk maybe 35 feet away from the bar, a man comes up to me and asks if I know where the nearest hospital is. I explain to him how to get to the nearest hospitals, but that proves too complicated for him so he asks me to call 911. I ask him why. He tells me that he was in the hospital this morning, he's bipolar, he was on the bus around ten minutes ago and he felt suicidal so he got off here, he was starting to feel out of his own body again as the cold rain dropped onto his neck. He told me he hadn't taken his medication in a few hours because he lost it somewhere. He told me that he needed me to call 911 and to ask specifically for an ambulance, not for the police. I got enough information out of the man at this point, so I called 911, gave them the situation, told them our intersection, then handed the phone to him. He explained his attire to them for the sake of ease, explained his situation to them again, thanked them, then hung up. He asks me if I have a cigarette and I say no, that's why I'm headed into this bar. He asks me if I'd buy him a beer and I gladly said I would if he agreed that the second the bright lights started flashing, that he'd head out. We head into the bar and hangout for maybe 8 or 9 minutes before the lights arrive. In that time the following happens: He explains the New Jersey area codes to me, asks me my opinion on 2Pac vs. Biggie, gives me a copy of the Reader's Digest's Complete Guide to Needlework which he had purchased for $5.00 earlier that day, opens the front cover and signs his current phone number (his mother's) and his cell number on the cover, draws an elementary smiley face on the first page on the right, asks me if I'm Jewish (a question I had already been asked that day and am asked at least once a week) or Italian, says he has a 27 and 21 year old and then asks me my age. We shoot the shit for a minute when I see the lights through the window, give him the shoulder hit and tell him they're here, get out of here. He thanks me for the 3rd time and is met by three police officers at the door. I had received two phone calls from them at this point, that I didn't even think to answer because they were simply 612 numbers, it could have been any number of people I don't want to talk to. I grabbed my things, went to the bar, and apparently stared at nothing until the bartender asked me if I was gonna be alright. I laughed, explained why the officials were there (because I called them), asked for two shots of tequila and my check and then I walked home.
My god it took me this whole Boards of Canada album to write this.
tl;dr: In the former quarter I needlessly explain my day and then the latter three quarters I called the police and chatted with a bipolar man named Joe who gave me a book on Knitting, crochet, etc and questioned if I was Jewish
edit. I could spoiler and post a photo of the inside cover if that is something that interests anyone other than me.
As per usual, I'll just write. I'm now officially a touch drunk, so the writing may be particularly verbose because I'm about to treat this post as a summation of my day. Today I woke up around 10am. I listened to Ought for a couple hours, some Alchemist, some Mac, then I walked to work in the rain. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but it was a friendly reminder that there is a hole somewhere in my left boot and that this is going to be my mode of transportation from mid-November until mid-March or April depending on how Winter treats us, and that walking to and from work is a truly calming experience for me. I bought a sandwich from the Gold Medal market & deli because the deli is most frequently occupied by either this overly committed, yet surprisingly happily, uniformed goth guy or this small, white Russian woman; both of which will happily give you every other additive to your sandwich for no cost whatsoever. I'm doing it again. Let's fast forward. I worked until around 11. I got a co-worker, who is technically still my boss 50% of the time, which is a truly strange situation, to give me a ride home since it was raining pretty hard and I couldn't be bothered walking home at this point. She dropped me off at my house, I explained to her that I've been having a hard time with a lot of things (5 specifically, but I didn't get into any of them) recently and that life is essentially screaming at me right now. She gave her condolences, we agreed that we'd inevitably meet at the bar attached to our building soon, I thanked her and we parted ways. I walked inside my house, finished the muffin I had been eating which my true boss gave me several hours earlier because she is obsessed with my deep-seated love of free food (also free almost anything regardless of the legality and/or morality surrounding it's free-ness, but she doesn't need to know that and honestly, neither do you, so let's continue), threw the wrapper away, then headed towards the bar down the street for a couple beers before I came home to decompress and mentally prepare for another full day. Here's where it gets interesting: As I'm walking along the sidewalk maybe 35 feet away from the bar, a man comes up to me and asks if I know where the nearest hospital is. I explain to him how to get to the nearest hospitals, but that proves too complicated for him so he asks me to call 911. I ask him why. He tells me that he was in the hospital this morning, he's bipolar, he was on the bus around ten minutes ago and he felt suicidal so he got off here, he was starting to feel out of his own body again as the cold rain dropped onto his neck. He told me he hadn't taken his medication in a few hours because he lost it somewhere. He told me that he needed me to call 911 and to ask specifically for an ambulance, not for the police. I got enough information out of the man at this point, so I called 911, gave them the situation, told them our intersection, then handed the phone to him. He explained his attire to them for the sake of ease, explained his situation to them again, thanked them, then hung up. He asks me if I have a cigarette and I say no, that's why I'm headed into this bar. He asks me if I'd buy him a beer and I gladly said I would if he agreed that the second the bright lights started flashing, that he'd head out. We head into the bar and hangout for maybe 8 or 9 minutes before the lights arrive. In that time the following happens: He explains the New Jersey area codes to me, asks me my opinion on 2Pac vs. Biggie, gives me a copy of the Reader's Digest's Complete Guide to Needlework which he had purchased for $5.00 earlier that day, opens the front cover and signs his current phone number (his mother's) and his cell number on the cover, draws an elementary smiley face on the first page on the right, asks me if I'm Jewish (a question I had already been asked that day and am asked at least once a week) or Italian, says he has a 27 and 21 year old and then asks me my age. We shoot the shit for a minute when I see the lights through the window, give him the shoulder hit and tell him they're here, get out of here. He thanks me for the 3rd time and is met by three police officers at the door. I had received two phone calls from them at this point, that I didn't even think to answer because they were simply 612 numbers, it could have been any number of people I don't want to talk to. I grabbed my things, went to the bar, and apparently stared at nothing until the bartender asked me if I was gonna be alright. I laughed, explained why the officials were there (because I called them), asked for two shots of tequila and my check and then I walked home.
My god it took me this whole Boards of Canada album to write this.
tl;dr: In the former quarter I needlessly explain my day and then the latter three quarters I called the police and chatted with a bipolar man named Joe who gave me a book on Knitting, crochet, etc and questioned if I was Jewish
edit. I could spoiler and post a photo of the inside cover if that is something that interests anyone other than me.
I would like to see the inside cover. And I need to know more about the sandwich from the Gold Medal Market.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Oh I am all about the bra alc. I can successfully sneak in 3-5 airplane bottles, depending on what top I'm wearing. I never do it for shows but for festivals, absolutely.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
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I play soccer on Monday nights. Used to be Thursday too, but our team went down to once a week.
Fuzz is in Boston (Cambridge) next Monday night, because of course it has to be a night I can't really get away.
I hope Ty Segall plays a fest I'm at next year. I hope I can go to a fest besides Newport and Boston Calling next year.
The shit part of Boston and Cambridge shows, it costs more to get there than some of the ticket prices. Drive an hour each way, tolls in some spots, parking, riding the subway - it racks up. If it was Providence or Worcester it'd be cool, but of course those two are too small and too close to Boston to get a lot of quality acts.