“Thanks to a fluke of orbital mechanics that brings the moon closer to Earth than that it has been in more than 18 years, the biggest full moon of 2011 will occur on Saturday, leading some observers to dub it a “supermoon.”" ~Yahoo News
It didn't look any closer but it felt right on top of us.
I don’t know where you were on Saturday, March 19th. 2011, but I bet it wasn’t Santos Party House. By the time the moon was out the OH crew was well underway to certain intoxication via less then memorable Chinese and Vietnames Lagers. Rice beers suck, and it was noted by all, however much Lulu wanted to defend her country’s brew.
We had spent most of the day on the shores of the TB-ridden Island of Roosevelt; watching young children coughing and the paraplegic whizzing around on their motorized wheelchairs. Of note, we found what may or may not have been a community garden where they use the corpses of the deceased for their bone meal (fertilizer). Also, there was a young black kid playing with a young white kid, “something you only see in school books,” chimed Pipe.
Dr. Pipe's memento
Indeed.
Lucky to have gotten off that Island, and I won’t even mention the food or the architecture, we headed towards downtown. The infamous SALEM were to play the Party House of one, Santos. A show Lulu and myself had been looking forward to for months…
Pipe and Lulu. Pipe wearing Traditional Columbian Mask.
We met up with young, Yakov Grinburgerhill, an O. Hooligan coming up in the ranks of certain, http://www.griph.net/ fame. Between sets of opening bands he regaled us with stories of job hunts, man hunts, and the forgotten pleasures of a well tailored suit.
And so we stood, listened, drank, and waited for the revered band to take the stage. Pipe, jumping for joy, had mistook another opening act for that of SALEM themselves and for no reason at all other than his joy and confusion, received an alarming knee to the groin from a feminine stranger. Pondering his options and combing his beer soaked brain for a resolution, he took to violent whimsy, whereby shoving the strange lady clear across the dance floor…
Young Y.Grinburgerhill true identity to be disguised.
A slight tussle broke loose and as if a bunch of anamatronic bears spurred by a strangers quarter, the OH crew jumped into action.
Besting all that took part on the dancefloor, the Hooligan chapter was forced to flee… that is after cracking skulls and being pointed out by some wimpy white kid to the security staff.
Lulu, in all her super heroine fashion, nimbly recovered Pipe’s most expensive glasses from the chaos. Bravo!
charming as always.
A “supre’moon” had turned men into animals and maybe even vice versa. One thing is for certain, “a black kid would never have ratted us out, it’s just not in their nature,” said Pipe, as he kissed my prized right hand now ballooning from a possible fracture.
I guess we will have to wait for the next Supre’moon to see our SALEM.
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March 26th, 2011 at 3:44 PM
As an example of how weak that show was, no one stepped on my glasses. A scuffle broke out in a crowded venue while a band was playing and no one stepped on my delicate glasses, either accidentally or on purpose. And then we got ratted out by some white nerd. Bunch of NWO zombies man, slack-jawed faggots.