DENVER, CO 6/27/05
The day started off with waking up at another goddamn wal-mart. We
weren't harassed and got semi-decent sleep. We headed toward downtown
and got coffee at this shop that had internet access so we caught up on
email bullshit and began the weblog shit.
While hanging out we noticed a ninja shop across the street so Le-Frost
and Spacey-k went and bought ninja stars and and a ninja-patch for our
homie in Ninja Academy. When they got out the noticed a tattoo shop
next door.
Spacey-k is a founding member of 8-bit but he is not in the atom cult
with the rest of the band. (if you notice, everyone in 8-bit has an
atom tattoo on their right wrist). No time like the present, so
Spacey-k got some work done. Check the pic of Spacey officially
ruining his life. If you want details on the cult, email us at
ninjastarrecords@aol.com.
we hooked up the barista girl with Mormons and 8-bit shirts.
We got to the club and it was literally two blocks from Coors field
(the rockies got their asses kicked by Houston) and a half block from
the bar we got wasted at the night before where Robo-t ended up
vomiting.
There was a cute girl working the bar and a guy scambling to get things
together for the show. When the guy settled we asked his name and he
said it was Kosta. I knew the guy was greek and it turned out he also
lived in chicago for 6 years. We went from strangers to instant
homies.
We met a cool irish girl Sara (from ireland, not that bullshit "kiss me
im irish" cause its St. Patricks day and i haven't been laid in two
years irish) and she bought everyone shots. What a girl. The fastest
way to a robots heart is to buy shots.
letting some underage kids into the bar. That made a total of 12
people at the club (not including us and the Mormons) but the show was
the most fun yet. The Mormons were completely amazing and Patrick was
in peak form. the 12 people in the place were appriciative and super
fun.
not, you have to have fun and you have to tear shit up. Thats the only
way to be. If you are in a band and can't do that, stop playing. You
will be sadly disappointed with your band and yourself if you don't
have fun just playing the music you wrote. Fuck it if people are
there.
outside the club. Did i ever tell ya'll about Bodie? He's the guy
you'll see chasing us around with a camera. He's got this crazy ass
idea that people want to see 'behind the scenes' footage of our group
of nobody trash. Poor guy. He is totally nails as a person. He
scraped together some funds to come out for the first 18 days of tour
and film some shit. He will eventually make some sort of film out of
our insignificant lives so anyone can see what a bunch of assholes we
really are...
Bodie impressed us with his skating skills but he split his pants
trying to land a kick-flip over an obstacle. He has adapted quickly to
not giving a flying fuck about anything so he rolled with it, torn
pants and all.
Kosta and the cute bartender Esther invited us to meet up at a bar to
drink more with Sara the irish carbomber. We rolled to that shit and
got more loaded than loaded. Vic, one of our oldest LA friends and
tour merch homie, made friends with Ester and they disappeared to hang
out and get to know each other. How fucked up is that?? Two bands
from LA are on tour and no girls can give a fuck about any of us. Our
goddamn merch guy finds a cute girl and they hit it off. Craziness.
driving completely drunk. A fucking cop gets behind us and turns on
his lights. I'm shitting my pants for a second, then he passes us and
pulls over Kosta.
A seasoned drinker and a smooth talking Greek, Kosta got out of that
shit. They let him go and we got badass food.
The night wound down so we said goodnight to our new friends and we
made our way toward Topeka. Denver was the coolest overall city we
have been to on this trip. A good mix of things to do, good shops and
shit, and super cool people.
We got about a 100 miles out of Denver, found a Flying-J gas station,
and tried to crash. I am getting sick with a cold so Le-frost tried to
give me some echinacea, garlic, hot pepper concoction and i threw it up
immediately. Two big blasts of puke coming out the back of the van.
Luckily, fucking Bodie was sitting there with the camera in my face as
i lost my guts. That made 3 of four 8-bit robots vomiting.
We took a nap and the Mormons got a hotel room. We still had a lot of
driving to do to get to Topeka so we figured we'd get a jump on it.
We gave the Mormons the secret handshake and separated from the fellaz.
weren't harassed and got semi-decent sleep. We headed toward downtown
and got coffee at this shop that had internet access so we caught up on
email bullshit and began the weblog shit.
While hanging out we noticed a ninja shop across the street so Le-Frost
and Spacey-k went and bought ninja stars and and a ninja-patch for our
homie in Ninja Academy. When they got out the noticed a tattoo shop
next door.
Spacey-k is a founding member of 8-bit but he is not in the atom cult
with the rest of the band. (if you notice, everyone in 8-bit has an
atom tattoo on their right wrist). No time like the present, so
Spacey-k got some work done. Check the pic of Spacey officially
ruining his life. If you want details on the cult, email us at
ninjastarrecords@aol.com.
We felt bad for hanging out at the coffee shop pretty much all day so
we hooked up the barista girl with Mormons and 8-bit shirts.
We got to the club and it was literally two blocks from Coors field
(the rockies got their asses kicked by Houston) and a half block from
the bar we got wasted at the night before where Robo-t ended up
vomiting.
There was a cute girl working the bar and a guy scambling to get things
together for the show. When the guy settled we asked his name and he
said it was Kosta. I knew the guy was greek and it turned out he also
lived in chicago for 6 years. We went from strangers to instant
homies.
We met a cool irish girl Sara (from ireland, not that bullshit "kiss me
im irish" cause its St. Patricks day and i haven't been laid in two
years irish) and she bought everyone shots. What a girl. The fastest
way to a robots heart is to buy shots.
There was NO ONE in the club so I coerced Kosta, my Greek homie, into
letting some underage kids into the bar. That made a total of 12
people at the club (not including us and the Mormons) but the show was
the most fun yet. The Mormons were completely amazing and Patrick was
in peak form. the 12 people in the place were appriciative and super
fun.
We played and had a good ass time. If there are people at a show or
not, you have to have fun and you have to tear shit up. Thats the only
way to be. If you are in a band and can't do that, stop playing. You
will be sadly disappointed with your band and yourself if you don't
have fun just playing the music you wrote. Fuck it if people are
there.
Robo-t, Spacey-k, and our documentarian homie Bodie went skating
outside the club. Did i ever tell ya'll about Bodie? He's the guy
you'll see chasing us around with a camera. He's got this crazy ass
idea that people want to see 'behind the scenes' footage of our group
of nobody trash. Poor guy. He is totally nails as a person. He
scraped together some funds to come out for the first 18 days of tour
and film some shit. He will eventually make some sort of film out of
our insignificant lives so anyone can see what a bunch of assholes we
really are...
Bodie impressed us with his skating skills but he split his pants
trying to land a kick-flip over an obstacle. He has adapted quickly to
not giving a flying fuck about anything so he rolled with it, torn
pants and all.
Kosta and the cute bartender Esther invited us to meet up at a bar to
drink more with Sara the irish carbomber. We rolled to that shit and
got more loaded than loaded. Vic, one of our oldest LA friends and
tour merch homie, made friends with Ester and they disappeared to hang
out and get to know each other. How fucked up is that?? Two bands
from LA are on tour and no girls can give a fuck about any of us. Our
goddamn merch guy finds a cute girl and they hit it off. Craziness.
The final bar closed and Robo-t and Le-frost vomited. Kosta invited us to a Greek place called Petes to get some drunk grub. On the way I was
driving completely drunk. A fucking cop gets behind us and turns on
his lights. I'm shitting my pants for a second, then he passes us and
pulls over Kosta.
A seasoned drinker and a smooth talking Greek, Kosta got out of that
shit. They let him go and we got badass food.
The night wound down so we said goodnight to our new friends and we
made our way toward Topeka. Denver was the coolest overall city we
have been to on this trip. A good mix of things to do, good shops and
shit, and super cool people.
We got about a 100 miles out of Denver, found a Flying-J gas station,
and tried to crash. I am getting sick with a cold so Le-frost tried to
give me some echinacea, garlic, hot pepper concoction and i threw it up
immediately. Two big blasts of puke coming out the back of the van.
Luckily, fucking Bodie was sitting there with the camera in my face as
i lost my guts. That made 3 of four 8-bit robots vomiting.
We took a nap and the Mormons got a hotel room. We still had a lot of
driving to do to get to Topeka so we figured we'd get a jump on it.
We gave the Mormons the secret handshake and separated from the fellaz.
posted by The Mormons at 12:55 PM
2 Comments:
Just like back in the day where you guys would just hang with shmucks like me at Mr. T's.
No fair, you guys changed the 8-Bit shirt design since I bought my blue one at The Echo!
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