Yeah, you love it.

Hey, it's me. No, I'm still alive. I seem to be on this once per month blog thing and I suppose this must be the May entry. I probably could have done this in three entries but I grow impatient and you'll settle for this drunken rant and like it.

Bamboozle '06 was an excellent event. Although I was for the most part at the table for The Knife Fits, I was able to see Poison The Well, He Is Legend, Emmanuel, AFI and hear very clearly Saves The Day and some of Say Anything. The first day we realized that the bags were popular. At such festival-type-events bags for the craploads of shit that people get are neccesary (halfway into the second day they were already sold out).

We soon realized that our red wristbands were tokens of great power. The Bamboozle was a no re-entry event. Our writstbands allowed us to circumvent this rule. We are no mere spectators! We are vendors. And therefore special. I tailgated in the parking lot after I had spent hours behind the table, screaming: "The Knife Fits Clothing! Sign up for our mailing list! Free sticker! The Knife Fits makes clothes for your band! Your band needs t-shirts and we make 'em!"

That night was out of control. Although I was conscious most of the night, some of it remains blurry. I was the first into room 2114 and noticed the bathrobe. I immediately put it on. Connolly was also seen wearing the popular bathrobe for a period. We had not been in the hotel for an hour when security knocks. We promise to hush and he leaves. This hotel obviously does not realize what is in store for them. Timid at first, we begin to infiltrate the halls. Soon we are swaggering around with our beers in our hands, causing a ruckus. The ultimate ruckus however, belongs to Knobs.
Knobs has 'the story'. He fought a middle-aged woman at the hotel. I'm a bit sketchy on the details, as very few actually witnessed it (two maybe? Will and Connolly? or was is Jesse and Connolly? I dunno). Appartently this drunk ass knocks into a door tagged "Do Not Disturb" and the guest comes out to confront Knobs, the aggressor. Knobs being the reasonable party, tells the lady to "chill the fuck out". She responds by slapping him in the face.

This is where the story differs as such events are difficult to describe. These quick actions are best ascertained through sight because Knobs pushed the lady and she kicked him. I don't know how it happened but everyone bolted immediatly after this.

At one point we were all in an elevator going between our party rooms. The doors opened and security was right there. They wanted all of our room numbers as we were going to get kicked out. You'll notice Emily's face in the adjacent pic, her response to this command: totally bogus. He got on the elevator and as he tried to discuss his punitive measures, a group of kids equaling our size entered the elevator on the next stop. At this point, the guy must have realized he doesn't get paid enough and said forget it. The elevator was crammed with drunk kids.

Connolly got a pic of himself with two securtiy guys. The guy on the left can find the inherent humor in this situation while the guy on the right is clearly ready to go Chernobyl.

We met some cool kids in the hotel. One kid gave me a Corona, which was excellent because our 2114 group had killed our three 30-packs of cheap brew. We went from floor to floor, being drunk idiots at every turn. Several floors were being renovated and I admit going into random rooms on a random floors for no real reason. I seem to remember chillin with Jess and then Joe took the flag from outside and brought it to the top floor. At 4:30-5 o'clock I crawled into an available bedspace. Apparently Knobs wasn't pleased with my choice but Kaella nearly pushed me off the bed anyway (I thankfully didn't fall or I'd have hit her friend).

I had told Brett that I would be awake first thing to help set up The Knife Fits booth no matter how tired or hungover I was.

If the curtain wasn't open and Kaella wasn't pushing me off the bed, I might not have woke up two hours later during the hour of 8. But I did and I wanted to stick to my word so I got up and called Brett. I went down to room 420 (isn't that great?) and woke up Sullivan. I went to the 7th floor to get Advil from Will and back to 2114 for some water. By the time I got back to 420, Sullivan had left.

I was not about to sit around with drunk passed out kids for hours until they went to the show. I was supposed to be there! I decided to investigate breakfast.

I found that there was no free breakfast. The hotel had a resturant. I thought, "Fuck it, I'm hungry." I ordered the buffet for $12.99. I had bacon, eggs, potatoes, a muffin, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice. During my second plate the waiter delivered the check...

It was payable to a room number. Just sign my name and room.

It was at this time a funny little idea creeped in to my head.

The waiter passed by again, "Can I pay for this with my card or do I have to put it with the room? I don't want my friend waking up and finding out he has to pay for my breakfast." I said.

The waiter hesitated and began to explain how I couldn't. I cut him off, saying, "It's alright, I'll just give him the cash for it." The waiter said that was fine and to put his name and room number on the check.

Maybe you can see where this is headed.

I finished eating and decided to go for it. I put down a modest $3.00 tip and signed my breakfast over to room 619. Signed, Ralph Rufus. Fellow Goshen grads may recognize Ralph Rufus as the dog of subsitute teacher, Mr. Startup.

I then left the building for good. I had a free breakfast! Too bad I couldn't go back in. The stadium was in sight so I planned to walk across four lanes of highway.Then I see Hailey and Meghan! They too were vendors (I forget for what), and gave me a ride to the festival.

Sunday was better than Saturday and despite my dehydation and hangover, I still drank the beer that we smuggled into Bamboozle. Heehee!

This concludes the Bamboozle part of this post. I wanted to talk about The Knife Fits but I think I plugged us enough. I've went from just learning HTML and CSS to server scripting PHP since our beginning and I've still got lots to learn. I just wanted to say I'm proud of myself for accomplishing what I have so far.

And lastly, I'm finally playing music again. I'm playing guitar for These Three Poisons. It's such a relief to play again. It's been too long since Somnambulist and I've been a little unbalanced without my cathardic release. WOOOOOO!!!