I haven't had a cigarette in 18 hours!!! I'm about to lose my mind, Margot Kidder style. I've tried to quit a couple of times in my life. From experience the first few days are always the worst. If I can get past Friday I'll be golden.
This weekend was a blast. Friday night I went out with Amanda and had an excellent Mexican dinner. Our food was seriously on our table in a minute and thirty seconds after we ordered. We then went to the ten o'clock showing of Russell Crowe's new flick State of Play. SOP was an excellent film and I highly recommend it. About halfway through the show an actor in the movie mentions a small North Carolina town by the name of Conway, NC. That blew my mind. It was nice to see that Conway, NC got a shout-out. Other than that it was a very smart, suspenseful, thriller with one of the most beautiful women in the world, Silver Fox, aka Helen Mirren, playing a ruthless, ball-busting, Limey newspaper editor. It's the best journalistic thrill ride I've seen since Zodiac. (I would french kiss a Black Mamba right now for a cigarette.)
Our journey began at 4 pm Saturday afternoon. Amanda dropped me off at my friend John Paul's house. Japes drove to pick up another friend of ours Ryan. He was having a real shit week, so JP and I talked him into coming with us to get his mind off of things. We stopped at Sheetz and Picked up a sixer or two. The drive consisted of dialogue that most males talk about on long car rides. Sports, movies, who would you do, etc...
We arrived in the wonderful city of Durham around seven o'clock. It was lovely to be in Blue Devil country. However, JP being a Tar Heel fan and Ryan being a Wake fan didn't bask in my excitement. The two Stooges never passed on the opportunity to point out the swarms of gay men that attend Duke. Innocent heterosexual med students riding their bicycles to and from class were getting heckled by my two comrades. I got to see the campus on the right as we made our way to George's Garage for dinner.
There I had four Sierra Nevada's on draft and some AMAZING sushi. The menu was pricey but well worth it. I ordered the Blue Devil rolls which was the best sushi I had ever eaten in my life. Our waitress was GORGEOUS but had the personality of an SS guard and probably moonlighted as Hitler's concubine. She goose-stepped passed us five times ignoring our requests for more beverages. (I would exchange needles with Amy Winehouse right now for a cigarette). Ryan made his way from the restroom and jovially said two Duke fags tried to look at his dick at the urinals. It was time to pay our bill to Eva Braun and head out on the road.
We then made our way (behind enemy lines) to downtown Chapel Hill. As we passed Franklin street I almost regurgitated in my mouth. Just seeing all of the UNC shops and students on the street made me feel a discomforting knot begin to form in my bowels.
We pulled into the Cat's Cradle parking lot and killed a couple of beers before going in. We sat and waited for what seemed like five hours for Kid Koala to come on. Miller Lite cans were 3 dollars at the bar. I sat outside and smoked (OMG!!!) throwing back Miller Lite waiting patiently. I met a guy from Red Bull and he talked to me about how sick Kid Koala is on the tables. He informed me that Red Bull was sponsoring his tours and that the Koala Bear gets mad pussy. He then said that the girls in NC remind him of the tail in Long Beach.
I have been to allot of concerts / shows before but I've never seen a live DJ like this. I didn't know what to expect. I saw a swarm of people run inside so I followed and met up with JP and Ryan. Two guys were on stage with an electronic turntable hacking away. Their set list was shitty and generic. People looked around and wondered if this was the Kid Koala show they had paid to see. I asked Japes and he told me, NO! Ryan and I watched and laughed as this kid who looked like a reject from an eighties John Hughes film danced offbeat to the sounds like Elaine from Seinfeld having a seizure. I nicknamed him "Drugs" for the night. Thirty minutes passed and this horrible DJ was still on stage and "Drugs" didn't miss a beat. I went outside to smoke and grab another beer.
"Drugs" walked outside covered with sweat from chin-to-Fedora. He asked me for a light and I overheard one of his pals telling him to drink more water. He doesn't need to go to the ER, again. "Drugs" the struggling artist formerly known as the X-Man Taketh, didn't look like he knew what planet he was on. "Drugs" could hardly keeps his eyes open. I tried to make simple conversation with him and had to take his pic.
I made my way back to the stage and met up with JP and Ryan. Ryan had just informed me there were some faggy ass UNC guys that followed him into the bathroom. LOL. The lights dimmed and Kid Koala came on stage. If I were the other DJs that played before him I would have exited the building right then and there. This guy was SICK!!! All you see is a short little Asian guy with great speed and accuracy as he goes back-and-forth to his three turntables. His fingers are incredibly fast as he mixes and smashes immaculate and eclectic sounds. This was truly amazing. Two HD cameras sat on both ends of him filming for everyone to see his craft.
When he moved on to his originals I was floored. He reminded me of an old blues man with three turntables and a microphone. Check this out. This is his trumpet solo I found on YouTube.
After the show Japes and I talked to Koala for a brief minute. He was a very nice and humble guy. We found out from Red Bull guy where Koala and his crew were going after the show and decided against not going. Neither of us felt like paying a cover to get in anywhere. Extremely shit-faced we made our way to Franklin Street. I couldn't believe I was having an amazing time on Franklin Street. This was the first time I had ever remembered going anywhere on Franklin Street. What a beautiful and clean city. Don't get me wrong, I hate everything UNC, but Chapel Hill is very nice. We talked to one of the nicest cops I had ever met outside of one of the bars. He told us anecdotes about loose UNC girls and the nightlife of a few UNC players. We left there and ended up at a bar with a young band covering "Santeria". It was a blast! (I would have let Michael Jackson adopt me when I was seven for a cigarette right now.) We walked back to the car and listened to Ryan scream out "FUCK UNC. GO WAKE FOREST"! No gay men attacked him.
I think it was around Burlington we stopped and got some delicious Cookout!!! I ordered the "Drunk Bastard Special". One BBQ sandwich, hush puppies and seasoned fries. In my old age I have learned that no wild night of drinks and debauchery is complete without Cookout. We got home around four in the morning. It was a great night. JP and I had to get up the next morning to play in a Captain's Choice golf game at Tanglewood. I can tell you I felt like shit warmed over all day Sunday. On the other hand I wouldn't of changed a thing about Saturday night. It was definitely well worth it! (No Duke or UNC students were harmed by Ryan during his visit)