Category Archives: Beyond Our House

I officially found a new place to live…across the street!

After nearly three months of couch surfing, I finally signed a lease. Crystal Rainee and I were a little late to jump on the find a house bandwagon, so our options were fairly limited. After numerous attempts at finding single rooms for each of us and endlessly being swooped on, we thought we would never find a place. Another mindless craigslist search later and we had stumbled upon a couple of oceanside single rooms for a great deal. It was our turn to do the swooping. In less than 48 hours we were sitting down to sign the lease. Oddly enough, it happens to be right across the street from our old house and the beloved Blue Door Lounge.

This should be fun. 

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Extravaganza is not an excuse to suffocate people. But maybe Snoop Dogg is.

Yesterday was the school’s annual free concert: Extravaganza. Nala and I got there early and managed to work our way to the very front, before any of the big bands got on stage. Once there, we were determined not to lose our spots. We had no idea what standing our ground would entail. Surfer Blood was the first band to play after the local band, The Fire Department, opened. They quickly entered the stage and played a short set full of their biggest hits. They were lively, moving around the stage, dancing, and even jumping off at one point, only to require help from the security guards to get back up.

After they finished playing, Iration came on stage and began to play their hits, the crowd and security guards bobbing their heads to the relaxed, happy tunes that emanated from the speakers. The bass was beyond gut-busting. It moved through the throats and into the chest of those lucky enough to be in the front. My ears were pounding, but the music was great. After a few songs about their old college town, they exited the stage.

The crew began to set up the area for Wolfgang Gartner, a DJ. As he came on, everyone began to push their way to the front in anticipation of the act that would follow him, Snoop Dogg. The crowd began to get a little violent and unruly, much different from the vibes floating through during the previous bands. Nala started to get shoved and squished as she and the rest of the people directly behind me tried to hold their spot. They pushed back, but it only made people angrier. Soon, I couldn’t even see Nala anymore. Then the pushing hit the front. The people behind me got closer and closer, with more and more force, not caring that they were slamming me up against the hard, metal gate. I braced myself with my knees against the gate, trying to maintain as much space as possible. A few others who were getting short of breath from being pressed against it signaled to the security guards, hoping they would be able to get people to move back. They tried, but the crowd wouldn’t listen. They gave me the thumbs up as I pushed back as hard as I could, yelling at the people behind me, especially the girl who had a giant raccoon tail in my face every five seconds. I plugged my ears for most of Wolfgang Gartner’s set, the bass was nearly unbearable. That, combined with the security guards yanking unruly people out of the crowd over my head, made for a very unpleasant half an hour. It felt like the DJ had been up there for hours when he finally finished.

And then Snoop Dogg came on. And all of the pushing stopped as people stood in awe as he made his grand entrance. He had a great set, full of some of his best songs. He encouraged the crowd to sing along and interact as much as possible. It was clear that it wasn’t just the audience that was having a good time. 

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Some Quality Time with Bon Bon.

Sunday night was a night I had been counting down to for months. It was the Bon Iver concert at the bowl. Ethan and I had gotten tickets ten minutes after the box office opened back in February. We headed into town about two hours before the concert, too excited to wait any longer. When we arrived in the parking lot, Ethan pulled out the two joints he had rolled, wrapped them in a napkin, and elegantly stuck his hand down his pants and taped them to his underwear. We got out of the car and walked at a brisk pace towards the venue before we broke into a half skip, half run. When we finally arrived, we realized we were far too early. We picked up our tickets at will call and realized that we weren’t actually standing in the pit, they had set up seats instead. We found our seat and checked out the stage before we wandered onto the plaza to browse the food selection. I found some kettle corn to snack on and we headed back to our seats.

The opening band, All Tiny Creatures began to play right on schedule. They played a short set and entertained as people filtered into the arena. When they finished playing, they broke down their gear faster than I’ve ever seen it done. The gear for Bon Iver began to get brought out — including a multitude of standing blue lights. They uncovered the two drum sets and began tuning the seemingly countless guitars. After a few lighting changes, the starting of the fog machine, and much anticipation, Bon Iver walked onto stage.

The crowd went wild as a yellow-beanied Justin Vernon took his place center stage. The rest of the band found their way to their respective instruments and they began to play. They opened with “Perth”, the first song off of Bon Iver’s newest and self-titled album. The wall of sound emanating from the stage penetrated our ears with such depth and momentum that I thought the breath may have been knocked out of me. I could barely believe that what I was hearing was live. The lights strobed with the beat of the powerful tandem drummers. They continued down their set list with the next song off of the album, “Minnesota, WI”. Vernon showed off his range as he hit the lowest of notes and then sang in his famous high falsetto. They continued down the album with “Holocene” and “Towers”, both sounding even better than the album. They were filled with dimension and dynamic detailed sound that was incredible to see put together piece by piece on stage.  Then he changed it up and played “Beach Baby” off of Blood Bank. I couldn’t help but smile as Justin sang “once upon a time put a tongue in your ear on the beach”, fondly reminding me of my own beach make out sessions. After a couple more songs off of the new album (“Hinnom, TX” and “Wash.”), I was excited to hear the next few songs from For Emma, Forever Ago. “Creature Fear” was incredible as the chorus hauntingly and powerfully echoed throughout the bowl. “Blood Bank” astounded with a much fuller sound than the album and a stage that was lit with red for the entire length of the song. After that, everyone but Justin left the stage as he sat down for “re: Stacks”. He strummed profoundly as he sang the song about “life being weird”. After the classic “Flume”, he began to play “Skinny Love” and the crowd went wild. Everyone sang along as he played perhaps his most famous song. The rest of the band sang the “My, my, my’s” with conviction in the background, adding to the already amazing song. He played another three songs off of Bon Iver, including “Calgary”, “Lisbon, OH”, and a “Beth/Rest” that was sung stunningly and with more autotune than the album. This ended the set, and the band walked off the stage. The crowd went wild, cheering for an encore, and a couple of minutes later Bon Iver came back out. They then covered the Bjork song, “Who Is It” which was fun and filled with a strong horn section. He concluded with a compelling “For Emma” and left the stage for the last time.

It was such an incredible and moving concert. Both Ethan and I were completely enthralled the entire time. I didn’t want it to ever end. The whole experience pretty much made my life — inspiring as well as depressing and uplifting at the same time.

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The Commencement of Spring Quarter

Spring break flew by, but I know it’s been ages since I’ve blogged. Now that the most exciting quarter of the year has begun, I hope to have a ton of stories to share.

The house remained in tact over the break, with only a few minor issues. The scent of decomposing skunk in the front yard and burning rubber in the dryer permeated the house and filled it for a few days, including the one day I spent back here in the middle of the week in between San Francisco and Vegas. I heard that the house was a disaster previous to this, but I never got a chance to see it before it was cleaned. After emptying a can of aerosol air freshener throughout the house, concentrating it in the garage, Crystal, Nala, Trevor, and I left for Vegas, where house extension/friend Jameson later joined us.

Vegas was filled with drinking, gambling, clubbing, male strip clubs, creepy old guys, losing wallets and phones, little sleep, and lying by the pool. It was a ton of fun.




Here’s to a new and exciting quarter!

 

 

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Next Quarter’s Bucket-list.

In anticipation of spring quarter, I’m putting up a completely attainable (I think) bucket-list that Sienna and I made last quarter:

  1. Run the end of the quarter undie-run
  2. Go to the islands
  3. Paragliding
  4. Finish and perform my song
  5. Eat at the new crepe place
  6. Organize a big house dinner
  7. Surf

This list is continuous and may be missing a few very important things a senior in college should do in this town, or in general, so please, comment if there’s something you think should be added.

Alright, that’s definitely enough procrastinating.

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Buddha Bowls and the Funk.

This last weekend was a typical one here in our home. With the celebration of Nala’s 21st birthday on Wednesday (and Thursday, and some on Friday too) the weekend was was anything but dull.

Wednesday night we had dinner at a local vegetarian restaurant where we exchanged glances at the waitress calling us all goddesses. Thursday night we went downtown to the bars and clubs and took it all in. After some free bottle service, a couple too-expensive drinks, and watching the random hook-ups around us, we called it a night a little after 1:00am.

Friday and Saturday night were typical…consisting of parties mostly dominated by Travis and Wesley’s much younger friends. Travis would not stop peeing off of the balcony…he had already done it twice in an hour and was attempting to expose himself for a third time before I pushed him into the nearest bathroom. Later on, he drunkenly learned different martial arts moves from the Albertson’s sushi guy, who had somehow made it to our house to party. Apparently, Ethan and a few other house members are quite the regulars there. After enjoying some good conversation on the balcony and in the living room, much of the remaining partiers left for Freebirds. All except for Wesley of course, who I saw later on the couch asleep with a random girl (He  lamented the fact that he had fallen asleep, but at least the whole experience took his mind off of his other girl problems).

Givers and Takers playing in Dog Shit Park!

Today was a fairly laidback day…minus the fact that Travis was, for the third time this week, playing snappa in the front yard in a too-tight speedo. We woke up this morning to the smell of fresh bagels and onions — a few friends were making a ton of their newly invented “Buddha Bowls” for the crowd at the festival in the park across the street from our house. Our house was full of people enjoying mushroom feta and barbeque chicken in hollowed out bagels until the late afternoon. A few of us walked over to the festival enjoyed one of the favorite local bands, Givers and Takers. After a fantastic set, a funky DJ came on, and the rest of the festival consisted of dancing in the sun.

Minus the confrontations between Renae and Travis over his incessant party hosting, and poor Renae getting her ipod and money stolen from her, the craziness of the house seemed to stay at it’s normal level. We’ll see how next weekend goes with St. Patrick’s Day, another great excuse to drink too much. But with finals right around the corner, many of us are hoping it will be a mellow two weeks!

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ER Trips….on the reg.

Last night Ethan went to the hospital with food poisoning, unbeknownst to most of the house. At around midnight, Brandon and I went to go pick Ethan up from the emergency room. When we arrived, Ethan was still sick as a dog and getting IV fluids, so he wasn’t quite ready to leave. Brandon and I proceeded to talk about medicine, Judaism, heaven and hell, and more, while Ethan rested in between the nurses poking and prodding him. When he started to feel better, we left the hospital, Brandon joking with the staff on our way out.

We got into Ethan’s car, and Brandon began to drive. It wasn’t long until there was a cop behind us and we began to get the feeling that we were about to be pulled over. Ethan remembered he had a tail light out, and we figured that being in a jeep that pulled to the right wouldn’t sit well with a cop at 2:00 in the morning in a college town.

Sure, enough, the sheriff flipped on his lights, and we pulled over to the side. He came around to the driver’s side and asked where we were coming from.

“The hospital,” we all said in unison.

The officer had made his judgement, and immediately decided we weren’t up to any trouble. He asked why we were at the hospital.

” Food poisoning,” Ethan blurted in a mumbling, sedated tone. The officer noted the pink hospital basin at his feet, and the blankets he was wrapped in, and dismissed the suddenness and dryness of his answer.

The sheriff asked for Brandon’s license and the registration and insurance for the car, as usual. Brandon fumbled around in Ethan’s glove box, and pulled out a stack of crumpled papers. He sighed deeply as he set them in his lap and begin to sort through them, and the officer patiently shined his flashlight onto the stack.

“Is this it?”

“Nope, that’s 2006,” the officer chuckled.

“Hmm…this? No, 2009….2006, 2008, 2011….”

Brandon waded through the papers until he finally came upon the 2012 registration. He handed it to the cop, but he stood waiting still. Then Brandon began to go back through the stack looking for proof of insurance. But it was nowhere to be found.

The officer explained that it was unlawful, but gave us a break. He let us go after Ethan promised to fix his taillight, throw out his old registration, and keep the proof of insurance in the car.

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This whole ER experience reminded me of the last time I took Ethan to the ER, all too early in the morning.

It was 2:00 am the last day of Fall quarter finals. I was exhausted from taking my last test, but a few of us went out anyways. After a fun-filled evening of freestyle rapping, T.V. smashing, beer shotgunning, and exploding fireplaces, we headed home. It was cold so I rushed to my garage to turn on my space heater, and Wesley, Ethan, and Sienna followed.

After a few minutes, Ethan began to get tired. He laid down on my bed, which rolled slightly on the cement it sat on. As he drifted off to sleep, Wesley sat down beside him. Laughing, he mimed slapping Ethan. Then he pulled his arm back, and slapped Ethan’s ass. Startled, Ethan sat up, turned around, and slapped Wesley in the face. Wesley retaliated, and soon they were rolling around on the bed, which was, in itself, rolling around on the ground. It rolled out from underneath them, and they both tumbled to the cement floor, brushing the fiberglass insulation on the garage door. Ethan hit his head. Hard. He came up bleeding from his lip and disoriented. He was holding his head, and in drunken pain.

As the only one who was sober, and Ethan still in pain a half an hour later, when he decided he wanted to go the emergency room, I was the one to drive.

“Can we stop at Jack in the Box on the way??” Wesley asked, drunkenly laughing as we walked to the car, bleeding Ethan in tow.

Everyone climbed in the car and we drove off, speeding to the hospital. Wesley tried to turn up the radio multiple times, and I turned it back down multiple times.

When we got to the ER, I signed Ethan in, and they took him back right away, but not before we had a chance to say hi to the two blonde guys with broken fingers, who we had coincidentally seen partying at our house earlier that night. The triage nurse asked what was going on in town, and mentioned that he’d already seen five head injuries that night.

They ran tests and kept a close eye on Ethan until 5:00am, when they finally sent him home with a simple but serious concussion diagnosis. I went straight to bed when we got back to the house, in disbelief of all that had happened that night…and I’m not even telling the whole story!

Poor Ethan sure does seem to have some bad luck when it comes to needing to visit the ER.

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Whoa. Put some clothes on, please.

Swing dancing!

A group of us went swing dancing last night and had a great time. Good music, good food, good company, and a lot of fun. After an extremely classy evening, we came home to the opposite environment. Swing dancing was replaced by freak dancing, and good food was replaced by cheap vodka and red cups all over the floor.

Things only got more weird when Travis came upstairs completely naked. He jumped around, completely blacked out and unaware of the huge crowd of people in the room who stood shocked. Luckily, Ethan’s quick thinking resulted in Travis covering up with one of the many red cups in the room. This might have been a good temporary solution if Ethan hadn’t proceeded to remove the cup and video the whole thing.

Proposed new rules: Keep your clothes on, vomit only in the toilet, and DO NOT set off fireworks in the hallway outside the door to my room, sending sparks under the door and onto my carpet. Thanks.

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Eerie nights and odd sights.

It seems like whenever we wander the streets at night, we see the weirdest things. Proving that it’s not just our house that’s a little crazy in this town.

Last night there were far too many fire trucks and ambulances on the streets. It seemed like everywhere we looked, someone was being rushed away to the hospital. There were crowds of onlookers and unruly drunks clamoring for an all too sobering view. There were too many creepy men, cat-calling and commenting from their safe balconies and lawns where they had perched themselves.

I also so my ex last night. Out of all of the frightening and bizarre things I saw last night — men in pirate hats, girls offering housemates heroin, a roadblock of chairs and vodka in the street in front of our house, and the inner workings of one of the most ridiculous fraternities in town, seeing him probably shook me the most.

The last time we had this bizarre of a night out was the night a couch was burned near our house.

 

Not only was it too close to the nearby cars, but a guy in a huge, lifted truck proceeded to run over the flaming couch multiple times. We saw him a few times later that night, one of which included a high five as he drove past us. We saw him again at 2 am while we were eating nachos at the best and most expensive late night Mexican food place around. It was there we met a guy who knew my name that I had never seen before. As well as a girl who was too drunk to stand that had been at our house several times.

Last night wasn’t just bizarre, it was a little scary. As we made our way home, the sight of a destroyed wooden dresser on the driveway almost seemed comforting in comparison to all we’d seen.

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