Tonight I'll Take What I Pay For

So, I was going to do a play by play of jazz fest (a month late, bovs.) But instead I'll just give a general feel. Basically, Ziggy and I were rock stars. And when I say rock stars, I mean ROCK STARS. Especially at the Drive By Trucker shows. You know you're a rock star of the super ultra mega variety when you're hanging over a balcony screaming PLAY SOME SKYNYRD! There was lots of drinking at Snake 'n Jakes. There were "roadies" and rides home from sketched out N'Awleans locals who invited themselves into our house. There was fried chicken and crawfish Monica. There were hurricanes at Patty O'Brians. There was black jack at O'Harah's. When Dars arrived, there was also insane amounts of Jaeger consumed. People fell down. Several times. I laughed at them (and when I say "them" I mean Dars) cause when absurdly tall people fall down, it's always really funny cause they have so far to go. There was a completely and totally cracked out Brian Wilson. And fo course there was dancing. Lot's of dancing. I pulled out the old tap dance moves at Tips and Ziggy and I did the "Mardi Gras Umbrella" dance. We totally GOT 'ER DONE. And unlike my last trip to the Big Easy, I managed to stay with the group and not wake up in the gutter. Sweet.

Tonight Ziggy, in from SF, and I will have a decidedly more mellow evening of music as we head to Theivery Corp. The J-Mizz makes his second concert appearance of the season since James Brown. In our on going effort to do "the bump" in as many places world wide as is humanly possible, the J-Mizznazzle and I got down to "Make it Funky" and blessed B.B.Kings with our superior "bump" skills.

Last week, Weezer was also on the bill. It was the worst concert I've ever seen. Ever. Jansens and I wondered why there was no one by the bar at Roseland. We then realized it was because everyone was 15. Yeah. The kids were singing along so loudly that I couldn't even hear the band, the band who clearly didn't want to be there. But as any outing does with the Artist Formerly Known as SNAKE, the =w= show had its moments. Like when all the girls in front of me started screaming "Rivers, Brian...WE LOVE YOU!!!" I came back with, "I'M LEGAL!" And during the encore, instead of requesting songs the band actually sings, I called for Misty Mountain Hop and EJ wanted Barracuda.

Friday saw the return of the Miguel and CC show. Reunited after WAY to long, Michael and I hammed it up at a party celebrating the third place win of his roommate, the dashing Brandon (who looks frighteningly like NPH),in a "my apartment in insanely small but look what I've accomplished with some smoke and mirrors" contest. I drank too many gimlets (what was I supposed to do, they were free), went out with a bunch of people I didn't know, and pretty much made an ass of myself. Pretty typical Friday. One of my better lines that night was at the end of my evening, after I left the people I didn't know, and come to think of it, I had no idea where I was either, I went to go pick up Nav. He was at a crappy bar and I had no interest in being there, and I wasn't sure what was keeping Nav there. So I decided to explain to him that (in my stage whisper, which is really a yell) THERE ARE NO HOT GIRLS HERE LET'S GO! And of course Nav was surrounded by women. Fed up with Nav's insistence on staying, I left.