Hunger Is The Best Sauce In The World

Whoa! Hey! Where have I been, right? Well I plan on telling you just that. But first I'm going to expel some sibling pride on you. So my brother is a senior in high school, and has been looking into different colleges. This weekend he went to check out the New Hampshire Institute of Art. My brother's a big fan of art, and he's drawing all the time. He does lots of squiggly lines and stuff. It's pretty neat looking. So he goes on up to Manchester, New Hampshire this weekend with our parents, and checks out the school. He seemed to really like it. They were also giving informal portfolio reviews during open house. So my brother doesn't really have a portfolio, but he brought along his sketchbook, just to have something reviewed, and get some tips on what makes a good portfolio. Well he ends up getting reviewed by the dean of painting. So I figure this guy knows his stuff. But he's going through my brother's sketchbook, and making lots of positive comments as he goes through it, but my brother didn't really think too much of it. But once this guy finishes up, he tells my brother that he's going o recommend him for the highest scholarship. And not only that, but he said he didn't need to come back for an official portfolio review, because that was more than enough. So that ended up being the official review. The guy then goes on to tell some guy from admissions about him, and calls my brother "brilliant." So now when my brother applies to this school, he gets priority admission. It all just took me by surprise when I was told about all of this. I always thought my brother was a good artist, but I also figured it's easy to get lost in a crowd of other talented artists. But apparently my brother is brilliant. And I thought that was really cool. Alright. Now enough bragging about my brother. Let's move on to all of the neat things that I did this weekend. This blog is all about me, right? Right.

So I had a pretty eventful weekend, myself. When I wasn't finishing up all of that yard work I had to do, I was having a pretty great time. On Friday after class, I drove home to find that Anthony was waiting at my house. You see, we were going to a concert in Brooklyn that night. So we got in my car and drove to AJ's newly not fire-damaged house. We met AJ there, and took a little tour of the house. After that we headed to the ol' train station. The train ride to Grand Central Station was relatively uneventful. Anthony and I discussed immature and lewd things quite a bit. We even got this lady to get up out of her seat and go sit somewhere else. Whatever. Her loss. But eventually we pulled into Grand Central, and from there we had to walk to Penn Station to meet up with Kate. It took us a little bit to get our bearings straight, but soon enough we were quickly on our way to Penn Station. We got there and met up with the lovely Kate, and then walked Penn Station to wait for our final show buddy. The four of us were pretty famished, so we decided to get some pizza from a pizza place at the station. It was alright. Unless you ask Anthony, because he will tell you that it was the best pizza he's ever eaten. You see, Anthony has only started eating pizza about six months ago. He went most of his life believing that he didn't like pizza. I know! Who the fuck doesn't like pizza? It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. But I guess six months ago he finally wised up. So that is why it's understandable that his favorite pizza came from a dirty train station. But while all this pizza drama was going down, our final show pal arrived. It was Aaron Katz! I hadn't seen Aaron for quite some time before that, so it was great to see him then. The five of us caught up for a bit, before we headed to the subway, and transported ourselves to Brooklyn. And then we made our way to the show. We were just in time to miss half of the opening band's set. This was a good thing, because this band was kind of bad. But I'm glad I saw some of their set, because the drummer of the band is Max Weinberg's son. So I had to see what kind of band this kid was in. It turns out he's in a boring pop-punk band that sing working class anthems or whatever. But I've never seen a kid more starved for attention. Max Weinberg's son was standing on his drum set whenever he wasn't playing. At one point, he even got out from behind his drum set and stood at the front of the stage trying to get everyone's attention. It was pretty sad. He also came off as kind of a tool. And I'm hesitant to make this joke, based on my own lifestyle choices, but it only made me think he was more of a tool when he started wearing a straight edge shirt. I only hesitate to make that joke, because I'm straight edge, and have some great friends who are straight edge. And I hate the stigma that straight edge kids are all intolerant assholes. But let's face it, there are definitely those that are. Now that I've made sure to explain myself to you jerks, I guess I can continue on in my story. Next up was The Riot Before. This was my first time seeing them, but I have listened to them for awhile, and they put on an amazing live show. I loved every second of it. After that, Living With Lions played. I'm a big fan of theirs, and they put on a good show, but I didn't really end up getting to into their set. It was probably mostly because A Wilhelm Scream was going on next. But before they went on, some awkward boy took it upon himself to talk to Kate a lot. He had apparently seen her at that Strike Anywhere show in Jersey that I wrote about a little while back. So he proceeded to hit on her very poorly. He wasn't very good at holding a conversation. I also think he thought I was Kate's boyfriend, because the little bit of time he spent acknowledging me, he was more or less trying to make me look bad in a subtle way. Whatever. The kid was ugly anyway. But then A Wilhelm Scream came on and everything was right with the world. Holy shit do they ever put on an amazing show. I was right up front the whole time singing along. Only Kate was in front of me so I could hold back the sea of punks from crushing her against the stage. But they played an amazing set. They played two new songs. One I had heard before, but one of them was completely new to me. It also started with the sickest bass intro I've ever heard, and I can't wait to hear the new EP, because I know I'll just play that song over and over and over. But it was an amazing show, and I'm glad I got to see it with such amazing people. But eventually, the show came to an end, and we made our way back to the subway. This is where we parted ways with Aaron and AJ. They were headed deeper into Brooklyn to stay with a friend. And while we waited for our subway, they made lewd gestures towards us from the opposite platform. It was a lovely goodbye. And eventually, Kate got off at her stop, and finally, Anthony and I got off, and made our way to Grand Central so we could catch our train back home. We were thoroughly exhausted. But we eventually got back to my car, scraped off the thick layer of frost covering it, and we made our way home. It was a very successful evening.

And that was the highlight of my weekend. I also went to SUNY Purchase to hang out with Kathleen, Erica, and Cody on Saturday. I don't have much to say about that, though. I had some great tacos, but it was mostly just people drinking the whole time, and I ended up pretty bored with the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, hanging out with Kathleen, Erica, and Cody was a great time, but not much was really going on, so I don't have any stories from it. And today, my family had a party for my brother's 18th birthday, which is tomorrow. Well, I guess it's today (the 9th), I just haven't gone to sleep yet, so it still feels like the 8th to me. But anyway, that's all the fun talking I have for the lot of you tonight. You may end up reading this entry in a brand new color, because more people than just AJ have complained about it being hard to read. So I guess if I want to keep my loyal fan base, I'll have to compromise a bit of my artistic integrity. A little selling out never hurt anybody, though. Right? Wrong. But you're probably still going to be reading this in a different color. Alright. Goodbye, everyone! Hasta bananas.