Woke up this morning on the floor to the sound of D snoring. it was like 730 in the AM. what only a few hours before had been a nice little swanky condo (furnished by Z gallerie) was now littered with beer cans, bottles of liquor and wine everywhere, bags of snacks, broken glass, cigarettes, bags of jack in the box, and 8 people sleeping all over the place. Luie sleeping off in the dining area, D, Wes, and me on the ground in the living room with D and Wes haphazardly sharing a blanket, and two up on the sofa bed. The plan was to hit up Redbull's Flugtag, which is not the air races, but this contest where people build weird ass flying contraptions and see how far they fly. They are all themed and the members of the team do this whole dance and presentation prior to launching their contraptions. Sounded like a good time. While the weather was excellent the lack of a belief in sun screen bit me in the ass. My refusal to wear sunscreen is not one of sound reasoning. Anyways gotta say it turned out to be a little bit overrated, if only because we didnt really have a good view of the contest, and none of the attempts we saw went anywhere. Kudos though to the 3 amigos themed one. The other thing the event is lacking is alcohol service. Large crowd though. I personally lost interest after about half an hour of being in the sun, crowd, and without a drink. Thankfully mostly everyone there was thinking the same and after a brief stop at a bar, we headed back for some swimming, and drinking action. At this point, the drinking escalated pretty quickly and a drowning seemed imminent. We were in the pool area pretty much from early afternoon to sun down. Again my lack of sun screen skills came back to haunt me. After sundown it was back to the condo for more drinking and then it was off to wander the streets of the LBC, well at least the parts where we were allowed to roam. 2 to 3 bars later, I can pretty much guarantee 100% in the group was out of commission. Anyways I have this thing where I tend to go off and wander the streets of an unknown city on my own. It happened again last night. Other towns this has occurred New York, Harrisburg, Phoenix. Normally when this happens I have to check the receipts to see where I ended up the next day. How I have survived drunk wandering without having been mugged is one of my life's little mysteries. Tonight it was Long Beach. I'm not sure where I went I just remember being in a bar where no one I knew was there, bought a shot, drank it, looked around and bounced. a little while later I was leaning up against some brick wall. I realized then I had a small issue- I didnt know what bar everyone else was at. I knew the street where the bar was somehow so I figured if anyone was still there from my party they would have to end up on the street eventually. So I posted up against a trash can and waited. Eventually this plan worked and after about 20 minutes, I found the group. Still trying to figure out which person punched me in the ribs. Good times.
D wins the award for most destroyed. Puya for best host, Luie for best Shaggy from scooby doo impression when I scared him by the bathroom, Bonnie wins the " I know who Vakill is" award, Wes for best picture haha. everyone else wins the award for coolest group of people to spend a Saturday burning in the sun with.
Raw life from the Foreign Exchange. quick little tidbit, The Foreign Exhange is Phonte from Little Brother and the Dutch Producer Nicolay. They didnt meet in person until after this album came out. They met on the Okayplayer boards and Nicolay would send Phonte beats over email and then Phonte would send his vocals back to Nicolay. Hence the name of the group, The Foreign Exchange.
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