not too hilarious, but I still have a couple of purplish spots from scraping my shin on a stage last year. I've had similar marks before that took a couple of years to completely fade away, but these are even deeper. I could almost see bone right after it happened, and I barely felt it.

highlight of my weekend. nay, year.

"How old are you?"
"22...nah, I'm just fucking with you. I'm 20."

--Little Mike in handcuffs

I wish I had witnessed this firsthand.

All time Fest Fuckup Hall of Fame has got to be Paddy passing out on the sidewalk, missing Bloodbath & Beyond's set, and getting stung by so many fire ants he got poisoned.

So momentous I really think the Fest awards for most debauched individual ought to be renamed "The Paddys."

Thanks for doing that AFTER I gave you a ride and not before.

I had him outside meeting up with Static Radio...who he had no idea what they even looked like...in the pouring rain. He's a good guy.

I didn't say he wasn't.

hmm...i was there at that party and vaguely remember something about a car. i just remember the ridiculousness of trying to get into the backyard. months later i attended some sort of get together there after the 'secret' HWM show back in January.[/quote]

So, we may have met then huh?

So, we may have met then huh?[/quote]


maybe, Fest was taking me down by that time Sunday night and bajow and free drinks got the better of my memory the second time.

My personal best Fest-Fail was last year. After a long day of drinking and smoking pot and eating shit I had Fest-bowels in a major way. I was in the Venue eagerly awaiting D4 to go on when my stomach started going crazy.

So I got into the epic long line for the men's room, and if anyone remembers the condition of the men's room at the venue last year, fucking nasty ass sewage swamp. The stalls were completely destroyed and didn't even have doors. Unacceptible shitting conditions, so I just peed and decided to handle it.

I went back out to the stage area before I realized that this shit was not going to wait for D4 and I was either going to get my ass evacuated or else splatter-shit my pants in the middle of their set. Not a pretty option, and the clock was ticking down to MPLS's finest taking the stage.

So I run full-tilt back to the lobby and assessing my options, put my head down, avoid eye contact and slip into the closest stall in the ladies room. SO I think I'm home free, can shit in peace, and only suffer one more moment of embarassment as I slip out.

That was until a girl two stalls away said, "Does anyone have any toilet paper? There's none in here." That's when I noticed the lack of TP in my stall as well. Realizing I too would have to ask for toilet paper, I put on what was, sadly, my most lilting falsetto to say, "Um, I'm gonna need toilet paper too."

"Are you a BOY?" came the reply from the stall next to me.

"Um...yes?" I said. And for some reason, I also said this in my bad girl-voice.

Then I collected what was left of my dignity and ran out to see D4 kicking ass.

passing out in my van and missing youth brigade really sucked. I was hammered and thought to myself, i could really use a 30 minute nap or so. I set the alarm on my cell phone, but i was in such a drunken sleep that i don't think i would've woken up even if someone broke into the van and started driving off with it.

I lol'd.

I lol'd quite a bit too reading that, especially remembering what the men's room at the venue looked like.

I know what I don't remember about the men's room at the venue, SEATS!

Those bathrooms were really fucked up. There was actually another men's room at the Venue, off the balcony at the top . . . me and my buddy Fee were bumming around between a set, and walked in the door because we figured, hey, what the hell, we'll go exploring. There was like some bizarre strip-club-esque area that was abandoned, completely with an empty bathroom around the corner. There was some security guy at the opposite end down a flight of stairs. We gave him a one-hitter.