In the midst of switching over to new host servers, I forgot to post about two mini-adventures I had with Collin. Not ‘really tall partner in crime from home’ Colin, this is a kid I met here at DU. See? He even spells his name differently. A few weeks ago, Collin and I cruised around downtown Denver in his uncle’s phiznatty H2. That’s right kiddies, we were rollin’ in an H-Tizzy. We didn’t end up going to any clubs, but we had fun nonetheless. The next nite, I went to the Nuggets vs Wizards game with Collin and his fraternity. I don’t wanna join a fraternity, but they had extra tickets so I tagged along. It was Michael Jordan’s last game ever in Denver, which wasn’t a huge deal for me being from Chicago… I’ve seen him in his best years, but it was still sweet. Every time he even touched the ball, everyone was going nuts. It was a fun nite… especially the halftime show. It was one of the weirdest and funniest things I’ve ever seen. Those three inflatable creatures ran around and performed ‘Bye Bye Bye’, dance moves and all. Hilarious.
The 22nd was my birthday. It was awesome. I didn’t get that many ‘Happy Birthday’s from people here, because I didn’t tell anyone, but I sure did online. My hetero life-mate Danno didn’t get me a present, which I really didn’t care about, so he had like 30 of his friends all IM me at once with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” It was crazy. People actually got me stuff for my birthday off my wishlist, and I made a special page for those elite few who are cool enough to get me something.
Colin and I must be cosmic twins or something, because we’re partners in crime and we have the same birthday, and we have similar interests but very different abilities. We can both dance pretty well, beatbox, freestyle(we both suck but we try), and we like the same music. On the flipside, he is 6’5”, big and strong, and I’m like 5’11”, fast and agile. We’re very opposite in that, and yet never have a bad time together. Ever. Anyway, he goes to CSU which is like 45 minutes north of DU so he came down for OUR birthday. We went to Hamburger Stand for dinner, and I had to deal with my insane grandparents’ birthday call. After that, we hijacked KVDU and had quite the time. We sang, we danced, we freestyled, we beatboxed, we mixed, it was crazy-go-nuts. Before he went home, we snapped a few cool shots on Driscoll Bridge. Good times. We’re both working in downtown Chicago this summer, so we’re gonna go on tons of adventures. We’re both psyched.
More recently, I went to the Sum 41 show with Britt. Make fun of my musical taste all you want, but pop punk owns. At first, we kind of shied away from the mosh pit in fear that we would be leaving to the hospital rather than back to DU, but eventually we got right in there and regulated. Apparently we weren’t in the ‘huge, ripped, angry guys’ mosh pit, but the ‘somewhat younger, less violent guys and girls’ pit. It was fun instead of life-threatening, and tons of girls came up to us, asking if we would lift them to crowd surf, we obliged =D. Sum 41 rocked the hizzy and we left the Fillmore with only minor bruises… we wore them proudly.
Now I’m finally getting to more current stuff. A few days ago I met this girl named Stephanie… ok, lemme backtrack. I had sort of met her at a bar party about a month ago hosted by the dance team (which she is now the secretary of), and then recently I saw her and her friend Cassie at a club and got a ride home from them. We exchanged numbers so we could go clubbing together sometimes, and then last Wednesday I saw her sitting outside the booth while I was doing my radio show. I ran out and talked to her, we exchanged AIM names, and later started talking online. We had a huge discussion about our favorite bands – she knows and likes so many great bands that I love and no one else has ever heard of. It’s amazing… I mentioned obscure white r&b singers, and she knew them! She is at heart a pop punk fan like I am… and get this, she is half west-African and half Norwegian. Cool combo, huh? Yeah, she’s quite a cutie.
Anyway, I got us free tickets to the Zebrahead show at the Ogden last weekend, and she said she’d love to go. Before we even got to our seats, this tall, skinny thug kid comes right up to her and in this Cro-Magnon voice goes “Hey, can I use your cell phone for a second? Just a quick call.” She told him she didn’t like letting people use her phone, and he stood there in silence for a good two minutes until asking again. What a weird. Anyway, we sat on the little wall that divides the pit from the seats… we had a great spot. The Kottonmouth Kings were headlining the tour, supported by Phunk Junkeez, Riddlin’ Kids, and Zebrahead. I have the KK album as mp3s on my computer, and they’re really not very good. Every song is about getting trashed in one way or another. Laaame. “Oh, really, you smoke and drink? Oh, you smoke too? Wow, you drink?” OK, GUYS, I GET IT. I didn’t know beforehand, but apparently Kottonmouth Kings fans are in the same camp as ICP juggalos. So there we were in the pit, a boyband-looking dirty blonde curly haired DJ and a sweet little cute half-black girl… surrounded by large, obnoxious, dirty kids wearing filthy clothes and sporting white and black face paint. Needless to say, we felt a little bit out of place but we made the most of it. We were sitting next to this idiot girl who we prayed was drunk or high or something. She asked me if I knew the bass player in Phunk Junkeez. I told her that his name was Billy Dee Williams and that we were related. She believed me. Stephie and I were dying. We were trying not to be loud about it, but come on. She believed me! What a moron. We sat through Phunk Junkeez, then at first we thought the Riddlin’ Kids were Zebrahead but then realized our mistake(that Zebrahead banner was a bit confusing). Finally, the almighty Zebrahead came out and rocked. They were awesome, and we were loving every second of it. They actually had a girl and a guy go up on stage and give another guy a lapdance… they were both horrible at it. We left after Zebrahead and went outside, where the lead singer of Riddlin’ Kids was chillin’ and I met him. He’s a nice dude. A few minutes and a blown red light later, I were back at my dorm where I came back to look at pics. Stephanie had a 6 hour dance practice the next day so she went right to bed. Most of my pics were really blurry because I and the bands were rocking out pretty hard.
Today after English me and my boy Andrew played on this huge bouncy castle slide that was on the quad lawn. We were there for a good hour, and we were both gymnasts so we were pulling some phat tricks. I managed to pull off a double front flip, misty, brandy, and a backflip 1 ½, landed on my back, and turned that into a front flip. I’ve gotta get one of those sometime.
Only one more month of school… I’m psyched to finally be going home.

Listening to: Zebrahead – I’m Money