| Blow Me I'm a Yard Long |
| A Perfect Circle plays the Long Beach Arena April 7th and the Back to Basics tour is resurrected, only to fall down dead drunk 5 hours later. |
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| Well hello there Party People! It's been a while since I've updated the site and it has been too long since the B2B crew has gotten together since... well, I don't remember when but, it's been a fucking long time. We have all hung out many times in the last two months but, the whole point of the B2B tour was to go back to simpler times when it was just Tony, Matt and myself hanging out and drinking into the wee hours. Finally, this last Wednesday, we made it happen at the Yard House in Strong Beach and you better believe that we showed up wearing our game faces and riot gear. The plan for the evening was to meet up at the Yard House, drink ourselves retarded and, go see A Perfect Circle play at the sports arena in Long Beach. I got to the Yard House at about 4:30 and started drinking because the concert was only 3 hours away at 7:30pm and I wanted to get as drunk as possible in the time I had. Matt showed up after a Yard worth of Heffeweizen and quickly caught up with me by the time Tony showed up. After Tony had a few beers we were have such a good time that we decided not to end the party just yet. After all, we had plenty of time since there was going to be an Opening act. We were thouroughly polluted and talking shit with a couple of older women at the table across from us who were drinking and talking shit just as hard as we were. Enter Roberta and Helen. They were a pair of women who partied like sorority girls on Spring Break but, without the skimpy outfits and tit flashing for beads. They were pretty cool people and definitely made me laugh, especially when Roberta ripped in to the Manager of the Yard House and called him an Eggroll when he politely asked that we keep the vulgar language to minimum. She scared the guy shitless and she made sure that he knew she didn't appreciate his invasion of her privacy and, that she worked for a lawyer so she knew her rights. I swear the looks on the faces of the servers that were standing behind the manager were priceless. Then she added insult to injury by faking an orgasm at the top of her lungs. The whole time Helen is just sitting there to drunk to move. Fucking comedy! The drinking continued till about 9pm and I finally had to be the slurred voice of reason by calling it a night and dragging our sorry asses out of there. At about 9:30 we finally stumbled across the street to catch the end of the concert. We walked around looking for the entrance for about 20 minutes and, when we found it we aslo found the will-call window closed. Yep, that's right, fucking closed! Who else but the B2B crew would party so fucking hard that they missed the concert because they were too busy drinking??? I submit that not many peole would. Matt and I immediately had flash backs of our trip to Mexico when we missed the closing ceremony of the Corona Rally because we were too busy drinking the Martin restaurant out of all their beer. Well, after we tried sneaking in we found out that they were holding our tickets at the door. So we made it inside just in time to catch the last 5 songs. Then before we even got comfortable in our seats we had to walk back across the street and fight all the traffic getting out of Downtown Long Beach. GOOD TIMES!!! I wish I had more to say about the concert itself but well we didn't see much. It was still a great night and hopefully the B2B tour will keep building steam but time is going to tell on that one. |