Many of you may be curious as to what we do with our spare time at home. The honest answer: nothing, really. Besides working on the new songs, we exploit Walnut Creek and its surrounding areas as much as possible! That being said, all we really can do is go to our favorite bars and hangout spots…but that gets old. My best friend Jonny and I figured we’d try something different, something bold. We headed into San Fransisco to grab the city by the balls and show it a good time. In turn, like always, we were sorely disappointed. STORY TIME!
The night started off like many others: beers, older women, dudes in shitty shirts with bad haircuts, and us. As Jonny, my brother, and myself enjoyed a nice pint, I received an invitation to come into the city and hang out with a personal lady friend of mine (who shall remain nameless). She asked us to come rage in the city; we said ‘why not?’ Mistake. We headed over to the BART station to catch the train and the night immediately went off on the wrong foot. A very awkward gentlemen approached Jonny and myself inquiring about the train schedule. Dude was weird. You know when strangers just get too comfortable and never stop talking? Divulging too much personal information? That was this dude. Anyway, the train finally shows up and we hop on. In order to avoid this dude, Jonny and I hit the other side of the car. I sit down and get settled in. Once I do I look up and see this same dude is at the end of the car just grinning at me nodding his head. He basically set the tone for the night.
The train ride was long and loud (that’s what she said?). Two sorrority girls decided to sit next to us (not that sweet) and start to drink “discreetly.” Apparently discreet means swigging shots out of a full bottle of Apple Schmirnoff and sprite. Who takes a chaser with flavored vodka? Anyway, they were loud, irritating, and desperate for attention. But by the time they became unbearable with their constant jabbering, we arrived at our station (sorry, ladies). We hopped off and it was clear that a show had just got out of the Orpheum Theater. We assumed it was Wicked due to the neo-vampire chicks and outrageous number of high school drama kids. We headed up the stairs and hit the street.
In our infinite wisdom, we decided to walk a mile to the bar where we were meeting this girl. However, we forgot that we had to cross through the Tenderloin, probably the saltiest and most violent district in San Fransisco. Cool! So, we hauled ass. We made the walk without a scratch but sans-change. Once we arrived at the bar, however, it dawned on me that this girl had a boyfriend and the likely hood that we was here was most definitley high. In fact, he was right out front. Figures, right? Not even single for a week and this happens. Jonny and I…well…we had to leave. I’m thinking to myself, ‘what a worthwhile trip, eh Pete?’ We bailed and bailed quick. After saying our awkward goodbye to our mutual aquaintance, we tried our best to catch a cab back to BART. However, midnight in SF means every drunk in town is occupying the very cab you need. So, again, we walked. This time, the walk was not so uneventful.
Man oh man, how San Fransisco changes when midnight comes around. On our way back, we caught plenty of salty looks from some salty dudes, saw two bums beat the shit out of each other (spilled into traffic for a couple minutes), and even saw a truck with strippers dancing in the back protected by four bulletproof plexi-glass windows. Didn’t catch the name of the club they were promoting…weird right? It’s almost ironic how that type of advertising works. After what felt like hours, we made it back to the BART station. All we wanted to do was get a drink but, of course, the last train on a Saturday night was leaving at 12:20. We got to BART at 12:15. Made sense. At that point, we just wanted to go home.
The train arrives and we hop on with much relief. But the bullshit never ends. Captain Morgan decides to sit in the seat across from us. This guy looked like a total computer goon and reeked of cheap whiskey. About five minutes into the ride, papa booze hound leans over and yacks all over the floor…by himself. Luckily, I was able to catch a photo when he passed out in the most precarious way between the seats (see below). At one point, the beast arose from his sleep, told us to stop talking about pizza, sloppily pointed to his belly, and then resumed his slumber. The ride smelled like alcohol and vomit which was a nice touch at the end of the evening. We finally arrived at Walnut Creek and waved goodbye to our drunk friend who definitely missed his stop due to his lack-of-being-sober. Walking out of the station, I run into a girl who sat next to me in High School Spanish class. I asked if she was Lauren and she just starts pushing me. In the drunken melee, she mumbled something along the lines of “let’s fucking facebook.” I don’t know what that means. She disappeared into the chilly July night. But the nights not over yet!
My brother Joe is waiting to pick us up and take us to get some tastys at Jack in the Box. This, at least we thought, was going to be the one unpolluted part of our evening. We were wrong. We get in the drive thru to order and some car of dickhead Todds yell “HURRY THE FUCK UP, BRO!” My brother being the dude he is, ignores them and proceeds to pick up our food. But then the dudes start yappin at the car behind us…who coincidentally were all bros as well. Bro #1 jumps out of the driver seat, runs up to the car talking shit, and decks the driver in the face. A parking lot brawl ensues. We drive off slowly enjoying our food and the show. Street justice. Bros killing off bros. We arrive safely at home, say our good byes, and begin to digest the evening that took place. Home sweet home.
This is a very unique microcosm of a day in the life of me. Pointless, you say? Possible. Hilarious? Maybe. Violent and unpredictable, most definitely. So now you know. Now you have a feeling of what could happen in the usually mundane and sedentary lifestyle of the average TTNY member. But tour lurks on the horizon and we push on another day. Warped Tour is in our sights. After that, more tour and the new record! So, I guess we can’t be too down. I hope you enjoyed my senseless rant. Really, I was just bored on a Sunday night. Again, the irony here is out of control! See you on Warped, everyone! 666
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