| Zodiac13: Yeah, I'm also sorry about
splitting first thing in the A.M. without any proper goodbyes. I had
to be back in Birmingham for band practice...that got cancelled en
route. Awesome. |
| ShackleMeNot: Mark picked up me and
Jeff from the hotel bright and early at about 9am. We were a bit hung-over
still. We made it through most of Tennessee and Kentucky in no time,
but I wasn't paying attention, it was probably a few hours in reality.
We stopped off at the Louisville park to check it out. I dropped in
on the vert ramp and kickturned a few times, but was too sore to go
for any airs. I realized I had forgotten half my stuff in Nashville,
and texted Steve about it, he and Chris located most of it and Steve
took hold of my stuff, which I got back at the View n Brew. On our
way through Indiana, between listening to Jeff complain about how
much he hates Indiana, Mark told me one of the most amusing stories
I've ever heard. It dealt with his little "Experimental phase"
back in his art school days. . When we finally got back to my house,
we unloaded all my crap and said our goodbyes. As soon as I walked
into the house I knew that I had just spent the best weekend of my
life with the coolest, nicest people I had ever met. I can't fucking
wait to do it all again. |
| The Green Monkey: After waking up and
cleaning the room the best I could so as not to piss off the maid
too much--I was a bit leery of the prospect of getting hit with a
nasty 'smoking in a non-smoking room' fee-so I wanted to leave our
shithole in the best condition possible, disposing of any evidence
of smoking, bagging up our cans and trash, picking up the broken glass
near the ice machine, etc., we then checked out and went off for food. |
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Amorone: One downer....apparently, when ShackleMeNot
was retrieving his things from my rental car, he managed to run
off a bum from the parking deck....seems somehow my car was unlocked
(either Shackle or Jay being the only two to touch it since the
park) and the bum went through my rental car. Thankfully nothing
was in there, asided from Little Jon's sunglasses and a Gatorade
both of which were taken. Apparently, the guy was trying to get
in the truck because the hood latch had been pulled (hood popped
open). This isn't the first time this has happend on a road trip
for me. In New Orleans, same thing...'cept they popped almost every
lock on his SUV trying to get in and all our stuff was in there
while we were at lunch. They were foiled but the his SUV was messed
up. Anyways, no one went to jail or the hospital and nothing of
great value was lost...I call that a good road trip!
Well, before getting the hell out of town....us stragglers needed
to eat. We got out around noon-ish and walked around before finally
settling on a brewery place....gee...just what we needed. haha We
all looked felt like death and probably looked much worse. Gusto
ordered a heaping plate of food and did not eat any of it....oh
he tried a few times, but just gave up in the end. I think food
is what the rest of us needed. Rejuvenated. After eating, Jay wanted
a souvenir. We hung out and waited on him. Somehow, we even managed
to fuck that up. He lost us and later called from his cell phone
telling us he was waiting at the car. During that time of confusion,
Gusto assigned each of us various tourist trap stores to search
for Jay in while he took a vantage spot on the bench…we came
back to find him passed out. We were too tired to mess with him,
and Gusto is more manageable when asleep…so there he laid……for
the enjoyment of several tourists that clicked off photos of and
with him….in hindsight, we should of charged for that and made
some gas money for the drive back. In any event, Green Monkey agreed
to get Gusto to the airport while Jay followed Lil' Jon and I back
on our way to Birmingham. It was all over with those last "till
next time" well wishes as we parted ways. What a whirlwind
3 days! AoS-fest II was then officially over.
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| The Green Monkey: I felt absolutely
wretched. I spent the meal in abject dread of the 5 hour drive home.
I think I drank about a dozen Dr. Peppers. The waitress noticed the
pattern pretty quickly, and just brought me a new one whenever she
was in the area. Gusto didn't eat his burger, but he did fraternize
with some clown wearing Red Sox gear. The whole "Where's Jay"
debacle was exhausting, even though for me it consisted of nothing
but standing guard over Gusto's still-breathing corpse.The drive home
went surprisingly quickly, and about an hour after dropping Gusto
off at the airport, I felt pretty good, all things considered. Thanks,
Dr. Pepper. Thank you too, Amorone. |
Gusto had seen better days |
The Green Monkey at feeding time |
Jay in his own world |
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