recap

In case anybody wanted to know (since I cut it from the MAG4 vid), here is my breakdown of BAD LUCK WEEKEND, from January, Friday th13th.


Thursday the 12th:

1. Mike Sacco tells me he can't make MAGfest.

2. I 'just happen' to be videotaping the barricade obstacle at class 05-13's final obstacle course run when Officer Milk decides he's going to do the best barricade-jump of all time. He does a super jump and turns 360 degrees in the air, landing wrong on his right leg, and blows out his knee. He was two obstacles away from graduating. Paramedics are called. This. Never. Happens.

3. As I was driving to Shael's, I was on the phone telling Z about this unfortunate incident. Suddenly the semi in front of me swerves to the right to reveal a car-sized crate lying in the middle of the road. There's no time to react. It barely misses my car.

Friday the 13th:

I waited for something horrible to happen, but nothing came. This was yet another ominous sign of something REALLY BAD to come.


Saturday the 14th:

4. Wave Theory AND The Smash Bros (my favorite VGcover bands) have horrid sound problems. We couldn't even hear Prozax's guitar! None of the other bands have said problems.

5. A total stranger (now a good buddy) randomly stumbles into our hotel room and starts puking his guts out and singing/mumbling in the sink. He had way too much of everything to drink and jumped around alot at the concert. Me and Rory keep him company and although he was drinking alot of water, he doesn't keep it down. People are sent out to find anybody who knows him.

1/2 an hour passes. This guy Rob shows up, and we mistakenly think he knows him. He doesn't...in fact, he seems a little stressed out. While we're talking to Rob about how the guy needs to leave and get taken care of somewhere else, Rob faints and nobody could react fast enough to catch him before he faceplants onto the bathroom tile. Sighs all around.

So we had two problems. One was the guy still puking/singing in the sink, and the other just awoke screaming and bleeding on the bathroom floor. Rob gets up and his teeth look crazy messed up (he landed right on them). While he's freaking out, this guy Royal shows up and orders somebody to call the paramedics. He also tells us that because of the booze in the bathtub and the situation going on in our room, somebody is liable to go to jail. This revelation freaks us the hell out!

Eventually the hotel night manager and paramedics show up, two guys go to the hospital and everyone calms down...but not before some unknown party sprays trash/baby powder all over the doors on our floor. Yes - these were the only two incidents to happen all weekend, and they happened right in our midst. Why did mystery drunk just happen to knock on OUR DOOR? Bad luck weekend!!!

An epilogue? Eric's friend Steve messed up his ankle really bad, one of Z's friends took a big ole' emotional crap on her, and generally anybody I'm close to had a crazy couple of days. On Sunday I saw Rob (with new braces) and 'the guy', who both looked 110% better and would fully recover. I wondered what would be next, but nothing truly horrible did. In fact, the next weekend I got a call from Waverly Films to be a PA on their latest music video! Yeah!!! That was some serious GOOD LUCK to balance out the bad! END!