Guest Post

Thursday June 23, 2005 - 10:44PM EDT

I just had to put this up. It is a funny story from a guest blogger.

So, last night me, joe, and mack go to the oasis concert.  I drank 
almost an entire bottle of Jim Beam.  I wanted to save a little for 
when I got home.  When I got to MSG, I played joe in sports trivia 
numerous times where he lost numerous times and therefore had to keep 
payuing for the next game, which was funny.  At this point, Im 
hammered.  We get to the concert, I had good seats but unable to find 
them.  So, we stood in the back where I proceeded to take pictures of 
the crowd so I could show people what it was like there and whatnot.  
Next thing I hear, "don't take a picture of my girlfriend."  I turn and 
see some guy giving me the middle finger---so i took that picture 
instead.  He then said something and I said f-you of course and nothing 
happened.   


The night progressed nicely after that.  On our way out of MSG down 
into penn station.  I began singing wonderwall and Im not sure but I 
dont think many travelers were too impressed with my singing 
ability/skills.  Then, I came upon a group of my sister's friends who 
happen to be at the concert and who I had met earlier on the trainride 
in.  One individual made a few snide remarks that I didn't take very 
well and responded with obscenities and then he said he was going to F 
my sister, whereupon a chase insued.  As I ran after the kid filled 
with rage and jim beam, I was stopped abruptly by your neighborhood 
policemen (5) and a dog.  "What the F are you doing?"  "Let me see your 
ID"  "Sir, I was looking for the bathroom I have to go real bad thats 
why I was running"  "THe F you were, let me see your ID, you drunk 
SOB"  A few minutes go by and I stand there.  People are talking but Im 
just wondering about how much trouble I would get in if I said 
something smart to the cop at this point.  As I laughed in my head 
about how funny that would be, somehow I was able to supress it.  "Your 
friend Mack is going to babysit you, dont let me see you 
again."  "Yes officer, have a nice night officer (hand salute) (me 
running)"  

Oh you thought the story was over?  No no no.  Me and joe get back to 
westfield, and decide to grab a beer at the jolly trolly.  Just missed 
last call.  However, two pleasantly wasted girls sitting there.  We 
talked.  They gave me a ride home. Joe walked.  Strange.