Saturday afternoon, I stopped by CJ’s Landing to cover the Redstripe/Armada Magazine/96 Rock Jammin’ Freedom Fest Block Party. Just like Armada is not a real magazine, this was not a real block party. Apparently the organizers thought “parking lot” was a synonym for “block”.

Soon after arriving, I met up with recurring Propeller Skies characters John and Jason and had a few beers. Since their job sucks, they had to leave for a conference call. Undeterred by this turn of events, I had a few more beers.

The event was dead anyway, so I left to attend recurring Propeller Skies character Ashley’s graduation party. Because Ashley was the only person I knew at the party, I did not stay long. After a few several glasses of Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey and a trip with Ashley to her car to check on the dog, I attempted to meet recurring Propeller Skies characters Dawnmarie and Kat* at Fat Matt’s.

I made it about a block before determining the best course of action would be to park and head back to CJ’s landing. The dillweed at the door claimed the press pass would not get me back in for free. The Red Stripe marketing floozies were far more accommodating and let me in. Roughly ten minutes later, I was leaning over the fence at the edge of the parking lot suffering from a bad case of reverse paristalsis. A big Propeller Skies shout out to Lainey** for bringing me plenty of water and checking periodically to see if I was still alive. Also, a heartfelt thanks to the staff at CJ’s for letting me talk to Ralph in private. One last shout out goes to the nice people who had the sense to get a cab and drag my drunk ass into it.

notes:

* Since I was drunk, I thought I was meeting Dawnmarie and Katt. Much confusion and hilarity ensued.
** I am not sure that was her name, but it started with an “l” anyway.