this party i'd envisioned was what might be termed the "perfect teenage moment". working with my band all summer i'd had two goals : record an EP and play a house show, and i'd be damned if this house show wasn't the most bitchin party ever thrown this side of Aztlán.
for the three preceding weeks things seemed to unroll with almost fate like precision... my parents were getting out of town exactly the weekend that would set the stage for the ENDOFSUMMA HOUSE SHOW... mother decided to stay behind... hoping and praying on my part she appeared ready to leave... she stayed behind again... another friend's house opened up... tuesday night it would be... guest list was set... everyone was hyped... little to nothing could ruin the first gig that i'd ever play.
there was a small earthquake that became the news story of the day, the day of the party. to my facebook status reading "can you feel the excitement" was added "EVEN THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET WANTS TO PARTY". in an ironic name change our facebook event name became AFTERSHOCK 2011.
i showed up at friend's house at four to start rehearsing with the band and quick quick quickly our material was spot on. slight change-ups in our setlist amounted to some frustration but this was resolved sitting outside for a smoke. here another issue which hadnt really hit the forefront of my mind became evident. the friend, jo-, who was letting us use his house, had a little brother, au-, entering his senior year of high school, who had scheduled "his" party for the same date.
a conflict of interests was becoming apparent.
his regulation for getting in was some of the most discriminatory bullshit i'd ever heard... "booze, bitches or bud". my regulation was simple, capitalist and take-no-shit... five bucks. this would pay for alcohol and a little reimbursement for the performers. it was evident that a roundtable discussion was necessary, so i beckoned that au- and his friends, who were all stoned as gourds, join us outside for a meeting of the minds.
though it took some convincing on my part, my endeavor to elevate the boy's mind above his childish high school mindset was successful, partially on account of a chance phone call from my friend, mo-, which confirmed that his rapper friend would show up and do a bit. he'd also be bringing a boatload of weed.
we went out to grab burritos and pick up some friends as the first guests showed up, paid their five bucks, and walked in. as evidenced by the clearly cheerful nature of the guests, everything was going according to plan...
MORE IN PART TWO
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