fredfest jamboree

on may 2nd, 2009, I celebrated my last Fred Fest. Or should I say, for about 4 days I celebrated my last Fred Fest. I can't possibly include everything that occurred over that delirious and drunken stretch of time, but I will make note of the most vital and hilarious aspects.

On Friday I danced, pranced and made fine use of a keg at my pal D's show/party in his basement. I arrived at 5 pm with sarah and sarah, the brunette power couple that i'm sure you're aware of. sarah v. gave me a sparks, and like i said there was a keg. i also picked up some svetka (drink of champions) and iced tea at my beloved crosby marts. oh crosby's, how i'll miss you!

anyway, the event was advertised as Fun Fest 09, but that quickly changed to Swine Flu Fest. spreading germs is half the fun. on the side of the house, there was a rabbit hole designed to lead directly into the basement where the bands were playing and the keg was. it was either dive down the rabbit hole, or go through the only bathroom. i rocked at the rabbit hole until it got dark & i was too inebriated.

it was a jolly good time! some moron underclassman broke their window completely. pay up freshie!! i imbibed a great deal of booze. the weather was fabulous, until it started to downpour around 8 pm and dropped 30 degrees. i was clad in jean shorts and a light cardigan, so i wasn't equipped to handle the rain. my hair was frizzing out to oblivion. i NEEDED to run back to my apartment and get a hoodie in order to properly navigate the rest of the evening, which included BJ's fest and my beloved band from buffalo, lazlo holyfeld.

so there i am, 6 beers, a sparks and a decent amount of svetka under my belt, power walking in the rain to get to my apartment. i had on slick gladiator sandals, but they didn't provide enough traction to help me through slippery puddles. so in front of f. mart, i took a spill. or more accurately, i slid on my knees for about 2 feet, singing-a-power ballad-at kareoke night style. my knees were both severely scraped and bloody. blood (which had become extremely thinned out) dripped down my legs. my right knee was significantly worse,with a gouge oozing with blood. i'm sure my blood decorated that concrete slab.

the pain was intense, and that meant something since i was very drunk. so i did what any self-respecting fred fest drunkard would do. i bounded into f. mart looking like i crawled from a car wreck and got bbq fritos. then i somehow got back to my room. maybe i crawled there. i got my fave obey hoodie, took pictorial evidence of my wounds to check out the next morning,and made another not-so-great decision. i put jeans on over my wounds, since i didn't have appropriate first aid supplies at the ready.

once i got back to the party, still devouring those damn fritos, my hair a curly wet disaster, i realized blood was soaking through my right knee. blood stains don't come out either! lame. i thought it best to not go to bjs since i was bloody,rained on and tuckered out from hours of indulgence.

saturday was spontaneous and electric. i woke up and decided to get orange juice (2 half gallons for $4, thanks again crosby's!) and andre champage to make mimosas for breakfast. yum! i took it easy after that, got subway, and met m-dog around 4. we got the most ghetto malt liquor called joose at crosby's (damn crosby's) and went to a random indie-infested outdoor soiree. don't drink joose,it tastes like cough syrup . it made us feel high,bad high (unless your name's lil wayne don't bother).

i think the rest of the night was too fun to describe , it wouldn't do it justice anyway. i'll keep that stuff to myself. whoaaaa

until next time.

indecent proposals

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
If an old townie chases you out of Crosby mart
RUN!

Around 7 pm, M-Dog and I decided to run into Crosby marts to pick up a couple Sparks, as usual. K-fresh was waiting in the car. When we reached the counter though, a mumbling bumbling townie kept trying to grab M's hand, muttering something about a cigarette and stooping down next to her...then he tried to reach for my hand, so i told him not to rob me. Of course the boy who was working didn't do anything. the townie said his name was Ray, and when we grabbed our Sparkies and left, he followed us out. Yes, he CHASED US, still mumbling and hobbling like a cracked out weasel. To make matters worse, he went up to K's window, knocked on it, danced provacatively, while we all screamed LOCK THE DOOR JESUS PLEASE HELP! we pulled away, dramatically.

What proceeds is a loose documentation, which gets fuzzier and blurrier as the night continued...

Katie, M-dog's brand-new roommate came! She wore leggings and stripes so we were automatically best friends and began taking pics. We went through 4 bottles of Andre until more guests arrived. I even got strawberries while grocery shopping,so our cocktails were pretty chic. Clair and some of her friends - Jazzy J,B-dazzle and C-money, came over and we smoked ciggies and had a great old time until a little after 11, until the show at BJs began.

Johnny Nobody, an alt-country band from Buffalo opened for our friends Nate in Public. I only heard 1 song from J.N though, because M-dog and I had a very strange night ahead of us...

When we were outside I realized, "My gosh! My friend and work associate B. is due to arrive! As a matter of fact, he's calling me right now!" He met us outside and we eventually migrated to EBC.

B. came to our drunken foggy rescue, after picking me out of a snow bank, and paid the stupid cover charge for all of us and got us giant Coors and car bombs. we took them upstairs to a booth and took glamorous pics.

At this point, I don't know how and I don't know why, but we were moving to B.'s family's "lakeside manor" as I've begun to call it. He lit a fire in the fireplace and gave us a tour. I don't know where M-dog disappeared to. i'm sure it was great! anyway, all I know is that I ended up in an upstairs room, standing in front of B. as he confessed his love for me. I was very drunk. All I could manage to say was "it's complicated, it's complicated..." I rushed out, when I guess we all decided to leave. I'm not good with unexpected proposals!

B. did suprise me with a gift. a case of PBR!!! It was very kind and much appreciated.
Then we all ended up at my apartment until K-fresh and Sarah came home. M-dog and I were pounding baked tostitos and I didn't have pants on. Typical...

And now my phone doesn't work because I probably got it all snowy from falling. I have to go to stupid Verizon.
Until next time.

Hello there and welcome to my blog. Check often for hilarious stories of debauchery, raucous shows and glam nights, plus photos capturing it all as well as articles about the Buffalo/Fredonia music scenes.
xo annie.