Saturday was fucking insane!

Fucking shit, the warehouse party on saturday was probably the craziest motherfucking party Beer And Rap has ever done. I really wasn't worried about the turnout, with only ten days to promote it we fucking hustled our ass off flyering. We said fuck internet bulletins and just focused on word of mouth and hand to hand. Hella people were juiced on the idea and as a result the party went the fuck off. By 1am we had run out of the 500 wristbands we were giving people and people were still fucking coming. We ran out of fucking alcohol TWICE. Critical late night runs to Safeway for alcohol and ice were made and kept the party going.

I was stressed the fuck out pretty much all night. I decided I wasn't going to get fucked up so I could focus on handling all the bullshit going on, that idea SUCKED! We had a fucking mob of motherfuckers outside and with the next door neighbor already hating on us I thought there was no way the cops would show up. from 11:30 to 3:30 I was just waiting for those fucking lights to come flashing down the street. I'm still fucking shocked they never came. I know there were some underagers up in there but that didn't even matter. We were over capacity by ridiculous numbers. People were getting fucked up! Had to handle a few passed out idiots. Fortunately we didn't have any fights or anything. Just a bunch of kids getting loose as fuck. A couple people fucked in the bathrooms and some dude took his clothes off on the dancefloor. That was interesting and there was a pretty embarassing bboy circle too. All in all the party was fucking a success beyond any possible expectations we had. Some sound issues but I didn't even give a fuck, I just didn't want cops to ruin our shit. A lot of people were asking me what was wrong, I guess I didn't look too happy most of the night but that's just because I was fucking bugging out on how crazy shit was.

At one point I just had to sit down, drink some beers and try to stop thinking about all the insane shit going on around me. I had to remind myself that at 6 am when I'm holding a big fat stack of cash all the stress would go away.

I don't have any photos of the night because I didn't even want to deal with a camera with all the bullshit I had on my hands. Maybe I should have but fuck it, there was too much shit going on in that place for me to think about it.

oh well fuck it, if you were there you know how goddamn retarded that party was. If you weren't well then you missed the fuck out on some amazing shit. The stress has me wanting to lay off throwing parties for a minute but the actually party has me believing in a lot of possibilities. We'll see what the future holds, I've got a lot of ideas that I want to make reality.