Sunday, March 18, 2007
The Bruiser
So this St. Patrick's Day we had a show, but earlier in the day we had an adventure. When I say we, I mean Paul and I, and when I say adventure, I mean misadventure. Since getting invited to the Northgate Music Festival, we've been prepping for the trip and St. Patty's mornin' was the time for the van to get "tricked out." We were makin' sure that the TV and VCR was workin'...tryin' to find a way to get the Playstation 2 hooked up, and generally just making sure that we weren't bored for the 13 hour trip.However, part-way through this all around good time, Paul and I had to travel to a baton competition for reasons that we won't get into right now. So I drove and Paul continued to disassemble most of the technology in the van with just a screwdriver and his heart. After we headed back to...headquarters, a funny thing happened.
Picture this...a beautiful, mid-March, late-afternoon. Paul and I are pulling up to the house, which is located on a one way street. Now my truck is parked on the street infront of the driveway and Paul's car is parked on the street behind the driveway. Keep in mind, I'm not a normal conversion van driver and there was also a freak, total eclipse of the sun right at the exact moment I was pulling into the driveway. Look, I'm not gonna lie...I thought I had more room than I did...so as I casually pulled into the driveway there was that undeniable sound of metal scraping metal. I turned to Paul and, to his credit, he casually said, "That's my car, dude."
Look, the damage isn't important (well, maybe to Paul)...what is important is that we got a great story to tell for the rest of our lives: "Hey, remember that time we were getting the van ready to go to Texas and you hit my car? Yeah, I've always hated you for that."
And thus, the band van now has the nickname of "The Bruiser."