One word sums up last night, kazoos. Lots and lots of kazoos. Why don’t I have any photos of these kazoos? Much like last night I was having too much fun hanging out with the best people I know to remember to take any pictures besides these ones above that I snapped before a ton of people got there. Sit back at your desk, crank up some Bobby Byrne if you’ve got any, and get ready for another ROCKTOBER NIGHT’s recap.
The drops were smacking my windshield as I got out of my car in a neighborhood I’ve never been in before. As I was procuring my camera (which I wouldn’t use after the first thirty minutes) Allison and Jillian came out of the house I thought might be the girls, but wasn’t sure. I had very little idea of what to expect this evening from Braid’s thesis film or who all would show up. Actually I had absolutely no idea what the evening would be like, the only thing I knew was that I was going to have fun. I was correct in my assumption of what I would have all night. I had gotten there earlier then most people but not by much. As the minutes passed more and more people were showing up. I know that this surprised Allison because she was visibly shocked at times. There was wine being opened by the classy people while the rest of us partook of leftover beer from Barrymore. It tasted slightly sweeter because Ally had finally procured her freedom from said “talent” and now we were all enjoying the spoils of a well earned freedom. There were chips and salsa and crackers that lacked the structural support to hold the cheese spread that had a strange yet compelling flavor to it. Before the show everyone got to meet a surprise guest, Spencer’s Dad. While only shaking his hand one can tell where Spencer gets a bit of his habits and quirks. This is in no way a dig, I know we always call Spencer the father of our group and I for one am A OK with this. It was a great experience to meet the Dad of our “Father.” After the meet and greet Spencer and sire sneaked out to dinner while Ally introduced us to her thesis film. With caveats and cadavers and caviar all discussed in depth she pressed play and rocketed us all on a journey into a man who, I say this with all seriousness, we all wish was our second Dad. I won’t attempt to sum up the film here because it had too many great moments to it but some highlights were:
- The two old ladies who resembled Muppets beyond a passing resemblance.
- The 24 carat gold Kazoo
- any moment with Bobby and/or Pat.
There were many more, but words won’t do them justice. After the screening was a genuine applause for about five minutes. We were all floored not only that Ally had made this great little movie but that here was the story of a man who was living his dream and also her Dad. Dan, Tim, and I even had a discussion about how none of our Dad’s could ever have documentaries made about them because they would be extremely boring at times. Allison’s Dad was cooler then all of ours combined. Another little fun moment of the night was that Can Wine actually happened. Let me repeat that in case you are skimming this, CAN WINE! I would love to take credit for it but it goes to Dan and Ashley, and Always Sunny.
Around 11 everyone began the exodus home in the storming weather. I got back in my car and did some hydroplaning on the way home for fun. I always like to imagine I am in a hovercraft during the rain. Not the safest way to drive but definitely the most fun.
After getting home I was about to crash. Flannel pj’s were on, window was open to listen to the rain, and nightstand light was my only illumination. I closed my eyes. Nothing happened. I woke up again. I attempted to close once more. Nope. To anyone who doesn’t know I can fall asleep most usually anywhere at anytime I want, and at times when I don’t want. Last night was a very unusual circumstance. I ended up pulling out volumes one and two of Planetary (one of the greatest comics written about the genre of comics. It is by Warren Ellis and John Cassidy) and reading for a long while just listening to the rain and smelling that fresh cleansing of the dusty streets of Los Angeles. Eventually, I did mosey on off to dreamland but not before having one damn great night. Bobby Byrne is an inspiration as well as his daughter and everyone I know. Without friends like these, ROCKTOBER would never work. Tonight should be another adventure in ROCK!