Friday, May 19, 2006

 

Last Days on Shady Glenn



I'm finally beginning to re-adjust to life at my parent's house again. For those who don't know, a couple of months back our realty company sent us a letter. Basically, they're remodeling Shady Glenn apartments over the summer, and they offered us about $400 a piece to move out early. This arrangement worked to everybody's advantage due to the fact that Richard will be moving to Wyoming for the summer, and we were having trouble finding a replacement tenant. So, we gladly accepted the offer, and said we'd be out by Monday, May 15th.

Armed with the knowledge that we'd be getting our security deposit back no matter what, we scheduled a big party for Thursday, May 11th. Initially, I told people that we'd be able to smash the walls and stuff, but upon further soul-searching, I decided that wasn't such a good idea.

Thursday

On the night of the party, however, Trent apparently didn't get the memo. He put two small holes in the wall. One with his elbow, and the other with those ridiculous goth boots. We need to get a petition going for Trent to start dressing normally again. Anyway, I digress.



The retaliation for said holes was quick and fierce. Richard dropkicked Trent into the sofa.



The rumble was on, and it pretty much set the tone for the rest of the evening.



Soon after that bout cooled down, with Richard the victor, another reared its head. Matt v. Trent. The one everybody had been waiting for.



...and I do mean everybody.



It started off the same way it ended...



...with Matt laying there like a limp fish.

That one was kind of a downer, but the next one got everyone right back where they needed to be.



Max started off by spearing Trent into the ground.



Look at the calm, collected composure on Max's face even in the middle of spearing someone. That's why Max is a winner.



With the sleeper hold applied as tightly as could be, Trent had to tap out.









Meanwhile, outside the house, at the top of the stairs, there was a much more festive atmosphere than the carnage taking place inside. A lengthy game of beer pong, and a shotgunning contest consumed the attention of everyone else at the party.







Rollie and I even managed to convince our once and future Hungry Howie's manager, Sherome, to come to the party.



Sherome made a big splash at the party, and even got pictures of his own. This picture was being taken with two cameras at once. My camera was in my right hand, and Sherome's was in my left hand. I guess Emily and Sherome dubbed his camera the more important one.

I was overjoyed that Sherome came, but an even bigger surprise awaited me.



Ol' Harry came! And he shaved!



Everybody was happy to see Wick. Chandler greeted him with an extended handshake. Wick was only in town a couple of days. He's since gone back to Tulane to begin summer classes. Oh, Wick. You bookworm, you!



Before the party started, I strategically placed some Eagles records near the hard pavement outside.





Conor got the idea pretty quickly, and before long, it was "a record breaking weekend".

Then, the whole thing advanced to its next natural step:





Fire.







Lots of fire.



Adam even did a jaunty medieval dance with the flaming album cover.





Despite the light-hearted pyromaniacal antics, as the evening progressed the mood grew sinister. What had started out as just wrestling for funsies, was about to boil over into a real brawl. Cory was trying to encourage Matt to sucker-punch Trent; the idea being that Matt would make the initial hit, and then Cory would take over from there. When that didn't work, Cory just did it himself. Cory pushed Trent over a chair and backwards into a metal pole.



Right then, Jack moved in front of Trent and stood down Cory. "Hey, man. I don't wanna start anything with you. 'Cause, you know, you're bigger than me," Cory said.



So, basically, Cory got punked down by Jack and Trent, but nothing really happened. The mood outside just went from party mood to Awkward Tension Fest 2006.





The only thing to release that kind of tension is a Miles shaming.











Even after all of our build-up, not to mention his obvious advantage, Miles still wouldn't man-up to wrestle Conor. So, we had to help them. Acting as masters of puppets, Jack grabbed Conor's arms, and I grabbed Miles' arms, and we made them fight.

We moved the brawl into the living room where it turned knock-down and drag-out.





Miles won by pinfall, and everyone jumped onto him in a dogpile to celebrate.

During the action, Sherome apparently had a little too much fun and became desperately ill. Rollie and I took it upon ourselves to be good employees, and to drive him home.

By the time we got back from Sherome's house and Jimmy John's, the party was pretty much over.

Friday:

I spent about three hours of the day trying to sleep on my floor. It didn't work out so well, so I just stayed up, and moved stuff out of the apartment. I had to work that night, and I wanted to die.

Saturday:

Spent my first night back at home on my parent's awful futon they bought to go into what was once my room. It's like sleeping on a rock, the only difference is that sometimes you can find those big ergonomically correct boulders when you're hiking, and they're actually pretty comfortable. This thing can in no way, be construed as being comfortable. The trick is to stay up until your body just gives out, then you'll be able to sleep on it, but you'll be awake at 11 AM sharp. No matter what time I go to bed, I've woken up at 11 AM every day since I've been here; it's awful.

Saturday I moved some more stuff out of the apartment before Trent came over. We ended up going to Cracker Barrel, and Angel's Antiques.

It was at Angel's Antiques that I bought this sumbitch:



A 14" dagger with a stallion's head on the handle. At a price of just $24 dollars, I couldn't say "no".



When we got back to the apartment, Matthew, Trent, and I covered the porch couch with ketchup and took it to the dumpster. While we were unloading it, some hippie rode by on a bicycle and stared googly-eyed at the couch. When he asked, "What happened?" I told him, "You didn't see anything. Keep on moving."

While I was sitting around waiting to go to work, I got a pleasant surprise:



Charlie is back from his travels on The Dark Continent.



He brought me a badass monkey skull.

After chatting with Chongo for a few minutes, it was time to go to work.

Sunday: The last day dawned, and Richard, Matt, and I finished the move-out with only the exception of some kitchen appliances, and a bag of charcoal. Richard asked me if I wanted the bag, or if we should just throw it out. I suggested that we cook on it. A few hours later, Richard had bought some steak and fries, and I bought two racks of pork spare-ribs. Coincidentally, the pork also cost $24 dollars, and I couldn't say "no".



"Honey, I Sauced the Ribs!"



We called up a few of the regulars to join in the feast.



My mother even contributed a big bottle of Merlot to the cause.



We ended up with a mountain of meat which left nothing to be desired, save a chair or something. We all sat and ate on a big empty carpet watching professional hockey.

I'd like to tell you that's how the whole thing ended, with contented silence, but I'd only be lying to you.



The division of Miles v. Everyone flared up as usual, and, this time, armed with a penchant for limitless destruction, we found ourselves engaged in a battle like none other.



It started with hot dogs, and moved on from there to Tilex, Formula 409, and cans of baked beans. By the time it was all over, people were covered in meat and chemicals, most notably Miles who took a blast of my 409 spray right to the face. It was a big disaster like it should've been, and a fitting tribute to a fine dwelling.



Shady Glenn: Apartment 245 A
August 14, 2005 - May 15, 2006

posted by Rivers  # 12:23 PM
Comments:
OH. MY. GOD. How is it that I of all people had to miss out on Wick? Other than that, great post!
 
What's with the low blows against me? Is this a party post tradition? Well, you aren't getting my goat this time around.

P.S. My favorite quote of the night:
Jack (in response to the 'bigger than me' remark)-"Yes, I am quite large."

Booyah
 
However, there's one thing I'm sure we can all agree on: 'Funsies' is the best word ever. It's like, every time I hear it, a big pinball of happiness bounces around inside me. Life is for funsies. The rest is just details.
 
wow these are some badass pics.
 
excellent, I'm pissed that i missed out on the battlezone! Sherome mysteriously made it into half of my pictures that night and I had no idea who he was - thanks for clearing that up!! haha
 
ah, great post

i really love the last (day) picture

tasnia looks a lot better with chandler's face, you fooled me into thinking it was caro2 for a split second.
 
It's really unfortunate that Tasnia doesn't meet the qualifications of your lolita complex, Matthew.
 
Word.
 
To Rollie.
 
I'm disappointed to see Pro and Anti-Funsies factions emerge. But as Bob is my witness, I was born a Funsies man, and I'll die a Funsies man, dammit! Y'all can eat a dick.
 
yeah glad you finally emerged from that fog of sexual confusion you've been in the last decade or so trent.

guess you just needed to find someone with 30 pounds of grade-A fatback and a bitch beer gut to help keep your mind off those pesky feminine characteristics, huh!?
 
yo im a midget lemme get those digits
 
Hey, if I can make it out of the sexual confusion fog, I'm sure there's hope for you. Just find your niche, man. Maybe something other than unnecessary father figure/awkward pity sex recipient.

Have you tried an Oedipal relationship? Those are usually slightly healthier, and I'm sure any girl resembling your mom won't be too picky.
 
yo i ain't got no chin let the games begin
 
unnecessary father figure is a better/more useful personality flaw than the petulant man-child angle you've been working since you hit puberty.

maybe it's time to give college a try!

not to put any pressure on you...we all know what that leads to:

http://67.19.177.10/newphotos/weird/weird686.jpg
 
i need masculine affection to achieve an erection
 
More useful, eh? I had no idea it was working so well for you. I guess the younger you go, the more effective your angle is. You gotta work fast, though, man, because they're only 15 for 12 months and then... Poof! Out of your league.
 
this might not appeal to ya, but can we try pedophilia?
 
look trent, i know you would pick up the phone if anyone called you, so quit acting like you're above everyone.

and quit showing up everywhere uninvited, it's a real buzzkill to watch your increasingly desperate attempts at gaining/keeping anyone's attention.
 
The Matt v. Trent Comment War:

I'm Lovin' It.

Should be more cutthroat and personal though.
 
This should be a spoonerism war. Actually, on second thought, I like it like it is. Keep going, full speed ahead.
 
i'm going to bed
 
http://www.gay-honey.com/_CONTENT/aglcneh840/2.jpg

Does this ring a bell Trent?
 
Meh. I'm most definitely secure as far as sexual orientation goes... And I've never looked at gay porn at night with other guys, "Conor and Rollie". So that was pretty weak. But not as weak as talking shit about someone else in order to piss me off. Stay down, Matt. It's over.
 
haha, nice concession speech puss.
 
Haha... You know you agree with at least half of the charges I've brought against you. Now make one last petty bitch remark so you can feel like you got the last word in. Nothing you say means a goddamn thing to me.
 
you lost, none of your insults stick, they just look like the rantings of a distressed lunatic.

i think those goth-issue boots are starting to cut off the circulation to your lower extremities, cuz you are starting to sound like an emotionally scarred eunuch.

and you aren't fooling anyone with you constant references to pedophilia, you're the one that seems to have 12 year old girls on the brain 24/7. hey, you look 14, why should you have to miss out on all the fun you could've been having in junior high school?

i didn't even start this argument, that first comment on tasnia was just an observation, not an attack on you.
 
all right, enough. i have a dentist appointment to keep.
 
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