The Super Blog Post! Complete with Design and Photo Projects
As I promised I will start by finishing the two stories I had previously had promised to post about and finish later. Unfortunately, I have been so busy with other things, that I will address later, that I have likely forgotten much of the details to these stories. However, I will do my best to give these stories justice. So… on with the show!
Story one: Gothic Night Clubs = Bed Time at 4am
So, I was sitting in my photo class last Monday and I got a phone call from a good friend asking me if I would accompany her to a goth night club in San Francisco called Death Guild. I was of course hesitant to go given that I had already made plans for the evening and that I am not exactly goth and all. However, the tone of the call indicated that I was “needed” more then anything so I decided to do what I would expect some one to do for me, go. We left at about eight thirty so that I could get a bit of homework done and headed to Berkley. When I jumped in the car I noticed my friend and I were no longer a dynamic duo but more of a triplet. This of course ruled out my assumption that I was “needed” but I had committed to going and the car was already moving. We got to Berkley and picked up our guest of honor for the evening, I fell riding my friends new skateboard (I didn’t hurt myself though), and we drove to San Francisco. When we parked we met the “parking attendant” who claimed to have a bunch of people watching the lot that we could not see. No more then thirty seconds into our conversation with the “parking attendant” we had come to the conclusion that not only was he homeless, he was also crazy. He also informed us that if we ever needed Giants tickets to let him know because he has about eighty tickets for every game ranging from box to nosebleed. So if you ever need tickets you let me know and I will point you in his crazy direction. We spent about three hours at Death Guild and I generally enjoyed myself for the most part. The biggest problem with the goth community is that many of them smoke and I am for the most part practically allergic to cigarette smoke. We left at about two and decided that we were all very hungry so we went to Dinny’s grabbed so breakfast and went home. I fell asleep in the car ride home and went to bed at four. Ultimately the biggest question that arises is whether I would ever go back. My answer is no but not for the reasons you might think. I enjoyed my self and like I had mentioned before it was much more of a community then one might expect. So why would I not return? It’s quite simple actually. I have a very lovely girlfriend who I care about deeply and rare places like Death Guild actually achieve something many guys would say don’t exist. That is an over abundance of extremely hot women. I know that it may seem hard to believe but damn! So unless I am accompanied by my own scantily clad women I prefer not to be teased in this way.
Story two: Crazy Cocaine Man Goes Inside Of My Girlfriends House
So this story is a good one. Last Friday night my Girlfriends new roommate threw her third house party in three weeks. At the same time my friends Drew, Megan, and Chris were running there nightly five miles (Drew, Megan, and Josh are apparently training to run a half marathon) around the block. Anywho, on their eleventh lap they apparently came across a street fight near a bar and Drew and Chris being the hero’s that they are broke up the fight. Then one of the fighters (who I will refer to as crazy man for now on) offered them twenty dollars to give him a ride home. They of course said no and then started running again so the crazy man then stopped a random car in the road and asked if they would give him a ride home. The car of course was like “what the fuck?” and sped away. The crazy man then started running with Drew, Megan, and Chris for no apparent reason. That was until they reached the front of Megan’s house where her other roommate was having a party (my girlfriend is the third roommates) and the crazy man said and I quote “oh! a house party” and then ran inside the house. That was when the running crew stopped and said to each other “did he really just go in side your house Megan”. At this point Drew and Chris go inside navigate the nearly raging party to ask the crazy man they just broke up out of a bar fight to leave the house. He starts to leave when Megan’s roommate (the one who threw the party) finds out and starts to freak. So she is now yelling and screaming at the crazy man, and then the party goers are yelling at the crazy man, and then the crazy man wants to fight (again), and then a bunch of guys and Megan’s roommate start to get aggressive and want to fight. The cab is flagged down for the crazy man but as soon as the Cabby sees whats going he speeds off then, and this is when it gets good the crazy man flags down a cop. At this point 911 had been called a unit was dispatched to the house so this unsuspecting cop just happened to arrive. Anywho, so the crazy man flags down the cop and walks up to the driver side of the car and says that we (everybody at the house excluding himself) would not let him leave. That is of course false because all we wanted was for him to leave. The cop says one second and he then goes to the passenger side and opens the cop car door. At this point we all expected him to get shot but the officer managed to keep his cool. So he opens the door and the cop stops the car (he was just moving out of the middle of the road to help the guy) and tells him to back away from the car and that he would help him in a second. The officer then gets out and escorts him to the the curb. By now the dispatched 911 officer had arrived and was now assisting the other officer. They talk with the crazy man, they do the lights in the eyes thing, and then cuff him without ever talking to us. This is when it gets really good, so the officers then proceed to search the crazy man and they find a bag of cocaine, a crack pipe, some marijuana, and they basically fill an entire evidence bag full of his stuff. The entire time he makes remarks like, “that isn’t mine,” and “I don’t know where that came from,” while the cops are literally laughing out loud. The real kicker comes when they finally put him in a car and drive him away and the first officer to arrive comes over to us to talk to us to give us the moral of this story. And it was a good one, don’t flag down a cop and open the door to his vehicle when there is a warrant for your arrest.Projects:
So to rap this all up… it has been crazy. I had a wonderful valentines day and have been working like crazy to get school work done. I have been mainly working on
my intermediate graphic design (DSGD 105) project but have done some beginning photo work as well. I have mentioned before that I ordered a Nikon D80, which should arrive sometime tomorrow, and thanks to the lovely Ms. Allison Waffles who loaned me her Nikon D80 to get use to and play with for this photo project. So below I have put a link to my DSGD 105 project and another link to gallery that I plan to update as I add more photos for my class. So be sure to check them out and leave comments because your feedback is always valuable people! Anywho… I am off to eat, this blog post has taken three seassions through out the day to compose but its finally done.
Adept
February 21st, 2007 at 10:30 am
This is why we run over there… good times!