I got the hurt put on me

Man a whole bunch of shit went down this weekend. Got the hurt put on me hella hard this morning to the point that I had to call in sick. Got hella pictures so get read to scroll.

Friday I started the night at stef's happy hour party, SpinDig. Threw down with some flautas on six and mission before heading over to Etiquette to see Catchdubs and Swayzee dj. Trackademiks was hosting but the real star of the night was the owner of the club who likes to live out his Dave Koz fantasies and play the saxophone along to the music. This wasn't even like some warm up shit either, dude busted out during prime time parts of the nights. I was amazed at how retarded this guy's ego to be that he thinks this could in anyway possibly be cool. It was so ridiculous that Catchdubs was purposely playing songs with saxophones to get this dude to keep jam session going.

Etiqutte is such a lame club that is trying to sell people on some bullshit atmosphere of sophistication that it doesn't have. The drunk bottle service birthday girls and their amateur ass boyfriends need to learn how go out before they start paying deposits for their lame celebrations. Maybe I shouldn't rag on this spot to hard cause the crowd sucks but then again maybe they shouldn't have homo erotic oil paintings on the wall either. Fucking christ so much about this place is beyond retarded, its on some whole other level of unbelievable corniness.


Saturday we decided to hit the Treasure Island Music Festival. Caught one of their fancy shuttles to roll out to Treasure Island. Got there around 3 or some shit right before MIA got on so we decided to get some 7 dollar heinikens and check shit out. Unfortunately for us Kid Beyond was in the middle of his set. I can't stand this dude's music. The beat boxing shit is so lame and I like beat boxing but dude needs to dead that shit. I don't like his spoken word but fuck that's better than his half ass street performer shit. Whatever though, I wasn't there to see him anyways. MIA's set wasn't bad, but I don't think it works that great on a huge outdoor stage like that. There were some issues with the drums. I was mostly there to see Cut Chemist and Shadow which was real fucking dope. They had a cutesy intro video done with some 50's style instructional video voice. It helped some of the lames wrap their heads around what they were actually doing on stage. Caught some of flosstradamus' set but once they started playing "One More Time" thats when I said fuck this rave shit. Sorry but daft punk is stupid and I can't take that shit.

While I had fun at the festival and there was definitely a little too much raver/circus bullshit going on. They had motherfuckers on stilts, girls dancing with hula hoops, hackey sack circles, and some video game monsters dancing around. Oh and then there were these fucking dumb ass beach balls being thrown around. I think the beach balls were the most annoying thing, after awhile I began popping them and ripping those dumbass balls in half. I'm there to listen to music not play bouncy ball with some fucking jackasses.

We cut out before Gotham Project came on because I don't know anything about them and we wanted to beat the rush back to the city so we could eat before heading over to milk for the Superfriends party, with Low Budget. Got there and caught the end of Vinsol's set before Morsecode put in some overtime in the backroom of milk. Low Budget got on kind of late and apparently thought we were in Puerto Rico so he started playing a bunch of Reggaeton shit. Shit got to be a little much and after being at the festival all day I just couldn't hang so I bounced around 1 or so.

Sunday was , Can Goods, this fucking fashion show party at the Phoenix Hotel. Bunch of streetwear people teamed up for a pool party. My motivation was that Bun B was performing so I got up and refueled at Mekong with some dope chicken over fried rice. I was still feeling suspect but figured beers and rap would easy the pain. When we got to the party it was actually kind of dumb because it was a bunch of dudes standing around looking at a couple of shitty models in bikinis. When they weren't looking at models they were looking at each other. Party would have benefited if it some more vaginas there and a dance floor. The pool was a waste of space cause it was on some poor man rap video party. Shit got more fun though, but that was aided by everyone consuming more alcohol. Bun B went on around 7:30 which was nice cause I was thinking they were going to delay him til late like most rap shows. Bun went off though, shit was great. They had a gang of djs at this thing too it was a lot of fun and I ran into some fools I hadn't seen in a minute.

ok, now a bunch of pictures. I got a new flash for my camera so I've been fucking with it a lot.


Josie Stingray's hat

saxophone guy

catchdubs

Mike Baker's finger

morsecode and some people



Mike Baker and his homegirls whose names I have forgotten

this dude bought a copy of hard as fuck

chuck (aka business casual dancer) and swayzee


ll cool dj and shezilla on that drunk

stef, shane king and mike baker


annoying stilt people

mia



video game people

hula hoops are dumb



stef, trackademiks, and mike baker

swayzee, friend and shane king


a wall

morsecode

trackademiks

neta and ross

vinsol really feeling his headband


fuel


this dude needs less print in his life

cheap swimsuit models who can't dance

dude playing a wooden xylophone to Krispy

this dude busted the snap moves

refreshments


Dnae

Topr's shirt is funny




dude, rush, dude and conceit

stef with jbillion's dude and j billions

stef and j nougat


These dudes are opening a store called Invisible Stripes out on San Jose Avenue in SF. The dude in the gray, Chris, use to work with me at Hollywood Video like 4 years ago. He was in high school and I was his hungover "shift leader" aka underpaid guy who tells high school kids to put away some videos. That job sucked.

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