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[Official] Saturday, July 25th 2009, NOW WITH PICS

Haha right like I have money to spend on a damn WWE PPV. Good one. What are they 70 bucks now? Haven't bought a PPV in 2+ years now. Maybe I'll stream it up, only to see if I can spot out Norcal and I believe RVDGurl is going too.

Love the Dayman quote in your sig too.

ST: Don't really want to get into it on here.
 
xfearbefore said:
Haha right like I have money to spend on a damn WWE PPV. Good one. What are they 70 bucks now? Haven't bought a PPV in 2+ years now. Maybe I'll stream it up, only to see if I can spot out Norcal and I believe RVDGurl is going too.
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Yeah, I'm going to have to find a stream. I think it's 40 dollars or something like that, with Mania being 50. And those are normal, non-HD prices if I remember right. I just wanna see Swagger fuck some shit up in that 6-Man US title match.

Love the Dayman quote in your sig too.
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I'm gearing up for a Razor-Man name change....It should be around the time of that Wrestling Debate League, if TM is still going about that.
 
Yep, as soon as I get home. All the judges are picked and all the contestants are finalized.

Just have to work on the topics.

Me and hacky will get it to you soon.
 
Alright so


How thw FUCK can you have a place like this, and the sign at the very front of the big plaza its in, isnt lit up? its a FUCKING NIGHT CLUB. HELLO. NIGHT = DARK

So yea, I passed it, obviously. Bastardo. got lost as fuck, and was STILL the first person there, since IC...well I dont know...and DMan made the decision to leave his wallet at home for no reason.

So me and IC meet up outside. He says I look like I gained five pounds. Sweet, thats the look im going for. A few things I noticed about the establishment

SUCH a friendly atmosphere. Like everyone was just all smiley, and chill. When I used to go clubbing in Philly or Baltimore, it was like chekcing into fucking state pen. Out here, it was just relaxed, the bouncers were totally chill. Loved that.

The band were SO cool. No rock star mentality at all. They all met me, a total stranger, and just acted like they were cool with me from there. Awesome, refreshing, unexpected. Really awesome dudes.


Me and D-Man got along exceedingly well. He ended up being roughly 700 times cooler than i couldve expected, and that was awesome. Me and him were hanging out with just as much chummyness as IC and myself, and maybe even hung out MORE than IC and myself at the place. Couldnt have went better from my perspective. He, on the other hand, probably thinks im an asshole ;)

in this bar, there was an OVERWELMING amount of VERY attractive women, and not only that, but im not sure if ive ever been in a place around more very very attractive women who were there with not overly attractive guys. Like the vast majorty of these girls couldve done WAY better for themselves. Like with me, and D Man. :cool:

Good place. Very good place. Wish I had more saturdays off.

then, I take a fuckin JOURNEY into New Jersey while following Becky and IC. Holy damn crap man. We went on a few turns and on/off ramps that felt like I was driving sideways. One after the other. I stop trying to know what was going on, and just followed LOL


Beck and IC are pretty much the nicest human beings ive ever met. They did so much to try and set me up to be comfy at their house, I was about to start fuckin blushing. Seriously, five star people. Becky remains one of the nicest, warmest, best people ive ever met as well. I cant say enough about them.

Me and IC ate bagels, and watchted the horseman DVD, and had some awesome wrestling discussion. We thought up a decent thread idea together, im not sure if he has thrown er up yet.

All in all, absolutely fantastic time, and experience
 
Random Thoughts:

One of the funniest parts of the Sunday morning was the fact that I hadn't prepared NorCal for the North Jersey ritual that is the Sunday AM bagel. Unlike anywhere else in the world, bagels are a way of life in North Jersey and in New York City. People actually have maps of where good bagels are.

In addition to that, NorCal asked for "ham, egg, and chesse" when I started literally interrogating him on his breakfast choice. I calmly explained, not just ham, but "TAYLOR HAM." He looked at me like I had 2 heads. Taylor Ham is what North Jerseyans call "Pork Roll" and it's an institution up here. It's a smokier, tastier version of Canadian Bacon. And since NorCal doesn't drink coffee, he got a Gatorade. The three of us ate our bagels and watched the amazing 4 Horsemen DVD, probably my favorite wrestling DVD so far (though I admit I've seen far too few of them).

NorCal finally got to meet my very large, white calico cat. That is significant because her name is "Jericho." She's my kitten, and I love her. That is why I named her after my idol. When she was a baby, we used to set up building blocks and playfully tease her into running into them, thusly "breaking the walls down."

I felt bad because my cats occassionally kept NorCal awake. It was probably hard enough sleeping on our subpar aerobed, but I forgot NorCal's field training made him a light sleeper suceptible to noises at night. I am happy he wasn't packing heat - the cats were behaving, but they tend to eat at 5:30 am.

The most fun I had was watching NorCal throw things in our trash. Why? Becky and I have motorized trash cans. No lie. There's a hand sensor, like the new paper towel machines at restaurants and sports venues. I warned him about those ahead of time, 'cause if I had not, I am not sure he'd have been prepared for the trash cans.

Becky and I got out of our wine tasting 45 minutes late on Saturday Night, which is why NorCal still got to the bar so far ahead of us. I was expecting D-Man to find NorCal and those two kids would have some bonding time while I was en route. Of course, NorCal got lost, and D-Man got 90% of the way down to the bar and realized he'd forgotten his wallet and ID at home. So that set him back over an hour.

I am thrilled to read NorCal's appraisal of the band. It's why we like them so much. We've been going to see this band (All She Wrote) for about 5 years now, and it's their inviting manner and terrific sound that kept us coming back. Now, of course, it's the fact that we are all friends.

Side Note - D-Man's new band "Liquid Courage" is kicking off in August, and we're thrilled. Cannot wait for it.

I went all Randy Orton for the night. Jeans, MMA-style T-shirt, Sports coat. Made for some fun pics, which I will post soon. I didn't realize how many pics we'd taken until the next day when NorCal quipped that he didn't remember the last time he'd had so many pictures taken of him. That's because the bar was dark and we took some poor photos, and opted for the re-do. D-Man, NorCal and I do have 2 or 3 awesome group shots, worthy of a spot in Becca's sig.

NorCal got to witness, first hand, the before, during, and after of IC25's bar excursions. Showed up completely sober, and just happy. He got to watch us work the room, since we knew so many people there. Then, I reached the bar and began drinking Macallan 12-year Scotch. $9 / glass, but I didn't care. Worth it. I am fairly sure I started slurring a tad and singing too loud in the crowd. But it's what I do. I a such a harmless, goofy drunk it's laughable.

I felt so bad for the drive home, because there was so much unexpected NJ Turnpike construction. NorCal, as always, is such a trooper. He's up for anything, and if something was bugging him, he wouldn't let you know it. He goes with the flow, and all worked out great. I finally got to sleep around 4:45 AM Sunday, and we slept until 11:00 AM.

Elephant in the living room - sure, we were worried and bummed that X didn't make it out, but there were circumstances precluding him from participating. We will leave it at that. X is a cool guy and no harm was done as far as I go. We did not hear nor see hide nor hair of Fizzy, and his lack of participation or correspondence remains unexplained.

In the end, D-Man and NorCal did seem to get along great. D-Man is a very good friend of mine, and as I slurred to NorCal during a set, if I didn't have so many friends from college, he'd be a groomsman in my wedding. We've become such good friends in 3 years, and I knew the two of them would get on famously.

From there, NorCal got to watch the entertainment of Becky and I prepping the house for a friend's 30th Birthday party. Now, a little backstory - the birthday boy in question is a college buddy and one of my African American friends. we're big Chappelle Show fans, and I LOVE to make tasteless racial jokes with him. He's cool with it, often laughing as hard as I do. I had to explain this to NorCal so he'd not be weirded out by the fact that we set up the birthday spread with watermelon, KFC, Collard Greens, Grape Soda, and Colt 45. Not even kidding. It was hilarious, and had NorCal not had to leave for Philly, he'd have been welcome to stay.

So that's that. Pics will be up during the week (after I work and catch up on sleep) and D-Man will likely throw his pennies into the well. NorCal has become a good friend thanks to these forums, and I suspect a) we will see loads more of each other over the years and b) the novelty of us hanging out will wear off, if it hasn't already, as far as the forums go. This is the third review of our exploits, and though we added a third member in the D-Man, I suspect people no longer see it as a big story and more as a neat and somewhat commom occurance with us now. Though that didn't stop our LD from being the hottest thread on the forums that night, even when my Blackberry crapped out...

<raises a scotch>

To NorCal and D-Man!
 
Reviews FTW. Eagerly awaiting pictures for my signature, of course. I was up at 5AM reading this LD :lmao:. Glad you had fun :)
 
My turn...

To begin, as the night began, I was convinced that it was going to suck, considering all the mishaps that occurred. I expected Norcal to meet me with a smuggish look on his face while IC would be forced to break tension and the ice and try to make peace. I am SO fucking glad that I was dead wrong... but I digress.

I anticipated a big night of drinking for a few reasons... first off, because anytime I know that IC isn't driving, he tends to have one (or five) too many scotches. So, I figured I would have to keep up and drink one Stoli-O and Seven for every water that Norcal chugged. Therefore, my buddy was supposed to pick me up at my apartment at 9:30. At 9:34, I got a text message that said, "Are you wearing jeans? Sorry bro I overslept." FUCK... I knew it would take us about 35 minutes to get there and the band was going on around 10:15, so this was going to suck.

10:05pm rolls around and my buddy shows up, so we take off like Kennedy with another injury. After a few apologies from my friend, I begin to brief him on the epic Wrestlezone website, it's members, and the meaning behind the night's "summit." For some weird reason, I felt somewhat 'naked' and decided to check my pockets as we were literally 5 minutes from the bar and noticed that they were EMPTY... no wallet, no money, no way this is fucking happening. So, my buddy was mad for about 10 seconds, realized that he fucked the night up first, decided he and I were no even, U-turned, and began to drive 95mph on the Garden State Parkway north, risking our lives to get back to my apartment to pick up my wallet and money clip.

Finally, we arrive at the bar. Just as Norcal explained, and since I had never been there as well, I was surpised by the friendly atmosphere and how much scattered ass was in the building. So, I picked up my tongue and walked through the crowd to find IC and the Norcal.

We entered the band room and there they were... IC wearing a sport jacket in a room that had to be around 85 degrees, and the Norcal with his 6-sizes-too-small t-shirt (but the guy's fuckin jacked, so who gives a shit.) IC greets me with his traditional, big hug and offers the D-Man a shot of Jager, and I finally shake hands with the man they call the Norcal. Seriously, whatever all of you see on this forum is a total sham... the guy is a 1,000% class-act. If he was from NJ, I have no doubt in my mind that he and I would turn into good friends. We both sare the same interests... music, pro-wrestling, skanky women... it's like a match made in rehab.

After our shots (and Norcal's Aquafina), I made my rounds and said hello to all of the regulars, and then we proceeded to the dance floor right in front of the stage. We marked out to jams from Theory of a Deadman and Sugarcult and then it happened... I was finally given the opportunity to perform for the Norcal. My brother, being the singer of the band and doing his part to plug my upcoming band Liquid Courage, invited me on stage, handed me the mic, and I rocked out some &#8220;Summer of 69&#8221; by Bryan Adams. The crowd gave a nice ovation and it seems that Norcal and IC were thoroughly entertained. I was blinded by the flashes of IC&#8217;s camera while singing the song&#8230; I&#8217;m sure many of those pictures will be posted here soon.

The night continued, and while IC proceeded to get unbelievably sloshed off that motor oil that he was drinking, Norcal and I really hit it off. He and I kept ourselves busy by scoping the room for chicks, and he witnessed me getting mauled by a girl I used to date. After being briefly molested, Norcal asked what the deal was with her and after I explained our history, he gave me the big &#8220;thumbs up.&#8221; I guess that was the Norcal stamp of poon-approval.

As the night winded down, I was lucky enough to be invited on stage again to sing &#8220;Sugar We&#8217;re Goin Down&#8221; by Fallout Boy, and the crowd seemed appeased again. As I got off stage, Norcal was laughing his ass off. When I asked what was so funny, he replies, &#8220;IC&#8217;s so fuckin&#8217; faded right now!!&#8221; He couldn&#8217;t have explained it better. IC&#8217;s eyes looked as if he was chopping onions&#8230; red, watery, and half-shut. He had a bewildered look on his face reminiscent of a person that looks like they were thrown into a circular-shaped room and ordered to pee in every corner. It was absolutely a classic moment.

So, the band finished and it was time to go home. I said my goodbyes and chalked up another great memory in the little peanut I call a brain. Regardless of my disappointment that X and Fizzy no-showed, I still had a great time and can&#8217;t wait for it to happen again. I wish all of you could&#8217;ve been there.
 
God that is SO fucking cool. I want to do stuff like this myself, with my internet friends. This reeks of awesome.
 
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