Doing too much

Oh man this past week was intense. Started off on Tuesday by hitting up the Santogold show at the fillmore. Thursday I went to Hudson Mohawke and Mike Slott. Dnae was playing also. Fucking had two ninja's as back up dancers; they even wore glasses. One of these ninjas is Buddy Leroy of the 215 Kids

LL of Lazer Sword played after and homie was killing it hard. I really like hearing Lazer Sword together but it's cool to hear solo stuff from these guys also.


Hudson Mohawk and Mike Slott had Rustie join them. I haven't really peeped much of these dudes shit but it was dope. I wish I'd taken a decent camera because I don't have shit for photos, the ones posted above are from dnae's and LL's myspaces. Well I did get a photo of this guy's ridiculous ensemble.

I had friday off because this dumbass friend of mine was coming up from LA. Decided to cure the hangover the best way I know how. By eating 6 chicharron tacos from La Palma

Decided to kick off the night at Stef's happy hour with this fucking idiot

He put a cherry in my beer so I gave him a few extra limes.

Later that night we hit up mezzanine to see Megasoid.

This is where things got kind of interesting for the night. They dropped this cutesy remix of Triple 6's Who Run It and I got pumped. Apparently the Babylon 5 Burning man weedhead ravers in attendance for Glitch Mob did not appreciate me throwing elbows. A couple times some dreadlocks tried to make me calm down but that didn't work out too well in their favor.

I was kind of on smash so after megasoid we decided to chill at the upstairs bar with Softoo of megasoid. At some point I kind of began to loose my sense of direction. In an attempt to return to the upstairs bar I made a wrong turn into some fucking bullshit VIP area. Apparently there was a velvet rope blocking off these vip jackoffs from people like me. I didn't see the rope and next thing I know I'm falling face first into a table full of bitchmade drinks. I managed to catch myself before my face got smashed but when I put my hand on the table to catch myself it cause the whole fucking table to flip over and send like 30 fucking drinks flying. Some woman grabbed me and told me I needed to pay for that shit. I told her that wasn't fucking happening and bounced. I found my wife and explained that I might be getting thrown out if I stayed in that area. She didn't know what I was talking about so someone tried to make me read a book.

I wasn't in the mood for reading but audrey was.

I don't remember this

and I'm not sure what's going on in this shit


Fucking saturday I recovered with some japanese spaghetti. Watched some football and then hit up Night Of The Remix to see Satva, Ross Hogg and 4AM throw down at madrone. I wasn't feeling 100 percent so I ended up bouncing around 12:30 only to come home, drink beers and play wii until late night. Sunday was just on some recovery shit, I got to be some what responsible. Fucking this weekend the homie Emynd is going to be putting it down at Booty Bassment, should be a lot of fun.