Schroeda Mercy! (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} straight_flakes) wrote,@ 2004-03-05 16:23:00 |
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2nd collective popscene week brings major dancing and rolling.
A night that seemed doomed to dissapointment, as one in our group wasn't allowed into the club and Aaron got kick-out for underage drinking, turned into a riotous improptu street dance party. However, the headline of the night was basically:
AARON GOT KICKED OUT OF THE CLUB THREE TIMES.
Yes,...thats right,....THREE TIMES. I mean, what else was he do to? He got kicked-out the first time so early that he was faced with a night of wallowing in dissapointment. But, he wouldn't have of that. Aaron's fun was taken away from him, so he went on a personal crusade to get it back....no matter the cost. Meanwhile, in the club, Plip was passionatly shaking it like a polaroid picture to the delight of the dance floor to "Hey Ya", which was an absolute highlight. After a few good head-locks and carry-outs later on Aaron's part, Me, Plip, Dave, Medders, and Nikki headed out of the club at 2 am and found that the other half of our group was shaking that monkey in the streets to some James Brown. Later, a bum and a few strangers joined us. Aaron was rolling, rolling, rolling down the river as we headed to Oakland and back for a person drop-off. Basically, a potentially bad night turned into a classic.
In this picture, Aaron looks like he is about to take a swing at me, but it was only a case of monkey-shaking.
Megan brings the Wisconsin. Jakie brings the New Jersey. And the rest of us supply a little West Coastin'
This is what a good time looks like.
Classic Turtle.
This Black Man called Ray claimed to me that he lived in a big house with a family and claimed to Aaron that he was homeless.
I'd like to see a transcript of this conversation.
THREE TIMES!
A little liquid disposal in Oakland. Aaron,...you're allright, bouly.
A night that seemed doomed to dissapointment, as one in our group wasn't allowed into the club and Aaron got kick-out for underage drinking, turned into a riotous improptu street dance party. However, the headline of the night was basically:
AARON GOT KICKED OUT OF THE CLUB THREE TIMES.
Yes,...thats right,....THREE TIMES. I mean, what else was he do to? He got kicked-out the first time so early that he was faced with a night of wallowing in dissapointment. But, he wouldn't have of that. Aaron's fun was taken away from him, so he went on a personal crusade to get it back....no matter the cost. Meanwhile, in the club, Plip was passionatly shaking it like a polaroid picture to the delight of the dance floor to "Hey Ya", which was an absolute highlight. After a few good head-locks and carry-outs later on Aaron's part, Me, Plip, Dave, Medders, and Nikki headed out of the club at 2 am and found that the other half of our group was shaking that monkey in the streets to some James Brown. Later, a bum and a few strangers joined us. Aaron was rolling, rolling, rolling down the river as we headed to Oakland and back for a person drop-off. Basically, a potentially bad night turned into a classic.
In this picture, Aaron looks like he is about to take a swing at me, but it was only a case of monkey-shaking.
Megan brings the Wisconsin. Jakie brings the New Jersey. And the rest of us supply a little West Coastin'
This is what a good time looks like.
Classic Turtle.
This Black Man called Ray claimed to me that he lived in a big house with a family and claimed to Aaron that he was homeless.
I'd like to see a transcript of this conversation.
THREE TIMES!
A little liquid disposal in Oakland. Aaron,...you're allright, bouly.
