My journey began yesterday morning, at a friend’s house for breakfast and mimosa’s to prep for voodoofest.
It was at this point when I would all the food of that day. Some cooked potatoes, a banana, and a bicuit.
While this is usually a bad move, somehow it wasn’t.
So, we head out there, and start on our $4 Miller Lights. Ugh.
After an hour or two of lounging in the sun with beer, Kat shows up.
We split from the group, and run into Bailey (from Happy Talk, Morning 40, etc.) who gives Kat an artist pass. Sweet.
We make a beeline for the VIP tent, where they have real booze.
Jack and Coke ensues. Alot.
So, we head to the WWOZ stage for the Morning 40 Federation.
We see Hayley sitting on the ground, being interviewed.
Naturally, we jump on her. Remember the mess that the three of us got into for the 2005 Shot Olympics? Yeah, we’re fun drunks.
These guys were doing some sort of documentary on Katrina and people and whatnot.
After getting about 20 minutes of stellar drunken footage (and me spilling J&C in Hayley’s eye), he decides that he’s gotten enough footage, and thanks us profusely for it.
And then there was Morning 40. It has been too long. They rocked. They even played One in the Bottle. :)
So, more drinking. Watched NIN. Pretty good.
But let me tell you. The artist that really, truly rocked it was Kermit Ruffins.
He is _the_ man.
Anyways, back to the quarter, more drinks at Molly’s, where a friend of the group was also shooting a documentary thing.
Just what the world needs. More drunken video footage of yours truly.
And now? Spaghetti for breakfast, and offroad biking in the BR.