Damento, part I
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:37 amJeffrey had a seventy-dollar certificate for the Co-op to get food for the jugglers, so we went there first. Then he had to pay his rent, and mail a check to Mom, and stop back at his house for stuff he forgot, so we were an hour and a half late. I bet there was a pool going on whether he'd gotten in a car crash like last year. (Interesting fact: about five minutes before the crash happened, I was wondering what the impact in a car crash feels like.) Anyway, we finally arrived, and I went around saying hi to all the people I hadn't seen in forever. I saw Jenna and Ben, new additions to the Damento club and very cool people. I met Ben last Lodi, a year and a half ago, and Jenna in May when she started dating him. They're Mormon, and I had a very interesting discussion about the religion with Jenna. I think she and Megan will get along really well. She sings- she sang in Italian for me, it was awesome. Monica was there too, and Patricia, and Andrew, and about fifty other people, maybe twenty of which I knew.
Then the renegade show. Andrew did whip stunts. Vanilla Town kept their pants on this year, unfortunately. (I heard the red-haired one say later, "Every time we get on the renegade stage, there's this homoerotic tension..." Which of course made my day.) The the frisbee guy. Chris will be highly disappointed that he missed that, I'm sure. And Rhys Thomas, and a chick who juggled while belly-dancing, and some others. After the show, I spent some time wandering around the building, talking to people, practicing three balls and flirting with the Vanilla Town boys.
Ten past midnight, the lights shut off, which we were supposed to take as a hint to leave. It took more than that to get us out, though- the guys playing poker in the corner actually took their table outside and kept playing on the concrete. They eventually managed to shoo us off, so we moved the party to a nearby diner. The conversation ranged quite a bit; at the beginning, several people around me were describing what they would do if they had the taller Vanilla Town boy for five minutes, but by the time the food came, the drunk guy who had sparked that topic had left and Scotty and I were deep in discussion about prayer studies. (Ask me about this if you want to know, it's quite interesting.)
There was a hole in the ceiling where a panel had come out, and Brent (the guy who ate mashed potatoes with about two cups of pepper, eats lightbulbs, and sticks nails up his nose) of course had to see if he could throw a cup into it. The cup missed by about six inches and ended up in a big bald guy's steak. You would expect the thrower to apologize at this point. Brent did apologize, but regret was clearly not his primary concern: "Man, that was such an easy throw. I can't believe I missed it. I coulda won a buck!"
Now it's almost three AM, and I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
no subject
Date: 2005-02-05 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 02:37 am (UTC)I'll see you Monday!
no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-06 10:02 pm (UTC)