we were at chipotle. here it might be mentioned that my current articles of dress consisted of skintight black jeans, a cowboy vest and a headband to tie back my dreadlocks. i mention this because i stood in stark contrast to virtually everyone around me, a fact that would persist throughout the night. my interpretation of the clothing situation was that if you want to be a rock star you might as well dress like one.
i ate a veggie burrito... up to this point my appetite had waned tremendously on account of serious nerves. despite my best effort to just calm down a bit anticipation really was getting to me. i had, after all, structured this show both mentally and otherwise as the climax to the summer. without a job or any other source of structure in my life it was helpful to at least apply this artificial plotline to things so as to keep it interesting...
i anticipated mania and glee and passion and free love and i had a pocket full of condoms meant to be spent in the most beautifully useless way ever. truthfully, my last sexual encounter was so far out of memory as to be irrelevant, and i was horny as fuck.
we picked up some friends at the metro, then picked up some speakers from a friend's house that would be part of a dj set later. we then drove back to jo-'s house. i parked my car around the bend and walked back to the porch where i sat with the door crew hoping to just bullshit a bit and ease the nerves involved in playing live music. jo- left in his own car to go get a few cases of beer which sort of left me with the unspoken responsibility of making sure things didn't get stupid while he was gone. this didn't strike me as an overly difficult assignment.
however, where i'd left the party in a state of unconcerned tranquility things seeming to proceed as they ought to be, i noticed, upon return, a complete schism between the guests who had been invited by the band and i and those who were au-'s "friends" (quotation marks added because as it occurs to me they all seemed to have gotten wind of the party from someone else). no real intermingling occurred between the two tribes, one might say there was a general suspicion. when my friend went around looking to see if he could borrow a laptop for his dj set i got asked whether the dude was a scammer. well.... no.
what presented a giant problem is that more and more of these kids were showing up, and more and more of them appeared to have consumed some quantity of alcohol prior to arriving. a lot of them hadn't heard at all about the cover charge and attempted to skirt around it. a lot of them were hanging out on the street and in front of the house and in the neighbor's fucking lawn attracting a lot of fucking attention.
i took it upon myself to make the rounds and tell people to get inside and that there would be music soon just don't act like assholes and don't get this thing busted... alright? none of them really got it...
i can distinctly recall one asshole dumbing about on his phone telling me that it "didn't really make sense" that if the alcohol hadn't yet arrived, he should float five fucking dollars. my response was something akin to that's not my fuckin problem kid.
one thing that should be known about where i live is that it's loaded with wealth. a turn of phrase i used to justify the five dollar cover charge earlier in the evening was the around here people farted five bucks. and it's true... unfortunately that doesn't make them any less stupid.
things were getting out of hand. the owner of the house wasn't there. kids were starting to act dumb. the party was going to be a bust. this was when my friend tim had the bright idea to scream COPS.
sure enough they ran for the hills. the number of attendees was now minus forty something.
MORE IN PART THREE
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