It isn't the weekend before NYE unless there is a Rattler show in town. Super Hot lineup at the RNR Hotel This Saturday.
In fact, so hot, my face is melting just thinking about this show.
Experience "Cocaine Migraine" here
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Pitcrew video Premiere
(photo by: Kevin Madsen)
Doors | 830pm
Show | 930pm
$10 -BUT YOU COULD GO FOR FREE.
We have 2 pairs of tickets + some autographed headshots to give away courtesy of Rattler AND
Death By Sexy (featuring our very own movie reviewer extraordinaire Jason Griffenhagen).
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Previously in Misc/Awesome:
- 4/19: HAPPY National High Five Day!
- 4/17: Hangin' Tough with The D.C. Rollergirls
- 2/24: BYT Archives: Geek It Out
- 12/28: Terrible Boyfriend/ Girlfriend Generator.
- 12/1: The John Waters Advent Calendar-it starts today
- 11/28: It Chooses You: All I Want for Christmas is Everything from Miranda July's Pop-Up Shop
- 11/3: Things I'd Move to Minnesota For
- 9/6: PHOTOS: Maloof $$ Money Cup
- 9/2: PHOTOS: Chantilly Model Train Show
- 9/1: Libby's List: 5 Things I Want Right Now...
God loves a cheerful giver.
My favorite getting awesome memory was the one time i stayed up all night drinking Sparks and playing NBA Jam in my parents basement while listening to Skid Row's Slave to the Grind on repeat.
Ok I'll give this getting awesome story a shot, there's plenty of good ones, and chances are no matter what Ian has a better one, but this one's a little long but ultimately pretty decent and starts out in good ol' virginny.
_______The Iron Man Shot______
Or
How I overcame the first time my car was fucked with.
It was a friday night early in march of 2006. I still lived in fairfax at the now defunct 4722 house (home to badass dudes, good lookin' women, killer parties and late night underwear dance offs 2003 -2007) I had just replaced my 2001 intrepid (fuck that shit) with a 2000 mazda protege (beer's up)... both were black as night, and I had insisted on a bangin' leather job for the new car (because let's be honest, cloth is for pussies and vegans and most notably vegans with pussies). It had just been installed and in celebration a plan was hatched to go to the Taxlo party at Sonar in Baltimore. I don't remember exactly who was with me at the time but it was most likely at least 2 of my dude friends, and Probably an Emily. Either way we knew that we had to go up to the black cat to pick up our other friend T. Broz.
It was a time of celebration, and after meeting up at my place and pounding a few we left for the cat. We got up there about 10ish and went inside for a quick beer. That one beer ended up being a shot and a beer and some other things... I was driving so I didn't really want to get blasted, but I remember thinking one of my sober friends could do the driving so I had one more.
After an unknown number of beers we went back to the car to haul ass up the B-wash ready to take the buthole of baltimore by storm. I remember unlocking the drivers seat and one of my bro's sayin. Fuck dude. Was your window always like that? Instantly the whole crew was an echo chamber of "FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKSSSS" with little chorus' of, "that shit sucks," passing around here or there like the breakdown of some shitty mid nineties hardcore band... It was before 11 and I did the usual I checked the shit out, called my insurance and then made the least badass move of the night. I called the cops. [Don't ever call the cops in DC because they will never come unless you tell them you have a shitload of coke and want them to bust your party.]
All my friends go inside, while I call the cops and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait......... and wait..... and wait..... eventually a frigid and sobering hour later an officer shows up and takes my information. Officer slojamz hardly said shit about anything and sat in his car for a long ass time. Eventually he got out of his car and said nothing could be done, and that he more or less had no way of being useful to me at all seeing as all that was stolen was two sets of sparring gear and some karate uniforms.
I got one of the door guys at the cat to gank a roll of duct tape from the stage, and I fashioned me a good ol' woodbridge special... a window made entirely of tape. I hit it once and things were ok. (this proved to be great practice for the next few times me or my friends cars were broken into.) Finally we said fuck Baltimore, and got our drink on at the cat. I was soooo pissed, and soooo upset. Worst yet somehow my usual bartenders weren't working that night meaning I'd actually have to pay for all of my booze, and I only had a 20 and my car was gonna cost money, so I was trying to do a shot with anyone that'd do/buy one with me. I had one or two, and then came the big leagues. My friend Alicia had been petitioning for me to do an Iron man shot with her (on her 21st b-day) all winter long and somehow I was 25 and didn't even know what that was. Sadly it was a catch 22- She wouldn't ever tell me because I wouldn't ever agree to it. I finally agreed to take the shot and she told me what it was... "It's just a Tequila shot," she said, "only you have to do I differently." I agreed again and she said, "you gotta snort the salt, take the shot and jam the lime in your eye!"
Well it was gonna be on, but I had to step up the game a bit more... I said I'd do it on one condition. I wouldn't snort the salt... Unless I could snort a line of salt with a decent bill off the breast of some fine pretty thing. Kate agreed to do it. It really didn't take much coaxing. She wanted to be in on the hot mess of awesome that was turning out to be my fucked up friday night. Then the bartender back stage said he didn't want us to do it, he didn't want us to cause a scene or something. After a bunch of people called him out he gave in and dropped us the stuff. Kate leaned back in a fainting position kinda like top half of a classic reclining nude(only with sweet tit-tat's and clothes because we were still inside...) We got an expert line cutter to cut a line of salt (which was also harder being that it was salt on flesh). I rolled up a fifty, readied the shot, positioned the lime and went to town. The salt itself was a shocker and scorched the inside of my nasal cavity sticking to almost the entirety of my inner nostril. The shot went down quick but it was a rail, so it too burned like the hounds of taco hell. Finally the jamming of the lime into my eye was the part that pushed it over the top. It stung fuckin' sooo bad and the combined pain of the three at once was truly fucking awesome. I totally reached another level of party enlightenment. We all pumped our beers and screamed FUCK YEAH! The aftermath was really a blur, I may or may not have licked the rest of the salt off Kate, but i certainly grabbed somebodies drink, poured it on my face, then chugged a beer. Everybody around was pumped harder than the town hussy, and the jamz were officially kicked the fuck out for the rest of the night.
post lime eye
post booze on face.
fuck this scene shit and play the fucking lizard lounge
I got so "awesome" at my works Christmas party, I made out with my boss and threw up outside the bar. Im back at work today. I think i might be fired.....
Fuck your stories. ! knew rattler when they were wee little snakes. I have a kid and Im broke. Hook a sista up.
ok. fine. Summer 2005. ESL. I got wasted and made out with Keifer Sutherland. Ace! Zing!
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