Last Saturday, I took a ride through Cracktown On Boulevard with The Quiet One and C-dogg. About a quarter of the way into our little journey through Cracktown, C-dogg decided to engage the hoodlocks, starting an argument with The Quiet One. She theorized the crackheads in Cracktown would be jumpy, being all hopped up on fat rocks of crack and all, and would start busting caps when they were startled by the sound of the hoodlocks clicking into place. Or something like that, I was too busy checking out the fine ass crack ‘hos to pay much attention. Amazingly, we survived the trip through cracktown and arrived at the Fulton Cotton Mill Lofts.

Upon arriving, we proceeded to start drinking heavily while the first band, The Hot Carltons, set up. As this was their first time playing out, my expectations were low. Much to my surprise, they totally rocked out.

After The Hot Carltons played, Recurring Propeller Skies character Ted showed up. I chilled with him for a while and drank more wine while we waited for Big Vessel to go on. As per usual, Big Vessel played a great show. Even though their acoustic album Riversongs is totally swell, I love seeing them electrified. Sometime after Big Vessel played, Ted mentioned that a woman had crashed into the buffet table. I assumed it was The Quiet One, but I later found out it was The Nice One.

In conclusion, it is a great party when a friend walks in and states, “… I’ve only been here fifteen minutes and I already smoked with the band.” Additionally, there were loads of MILFs and a midget in attendance. This party was sweet.