Thursday brought the best weather of the year thus far and I spent from 11am till 9pm outdoors. My dogs probably hated it but the day was way too good. First KevSomm and I went to a few grocery stores looking for some grub, we found the most ghetto ass store ever up off of Aramingo and Castor Ave's. I blew a huge snot rocket in the middle of an aisle and as we left Kev almost fought some wigger. So we ride back home then head downtown to kill time before the Flyers Pep Rally. We chilled in Rittenhouse Sq and hollered at babes and somehow it actually worked. I yelled "yerp" at some girl and she turned around and came over and sat down and ate her lunch with us. AWKWARD! No clue who she was. Then her friend who she was meeting there came and did the same. Weird. Then Kev's girlfriend and her friend came. We were surrounded by babes. We also got some sweet flashes of the girls undies. More awkwardness. After this we went to 30th Station to see the Flyers off to Washington to start the playoffs. After that I went to Viva Las Vegans with my friend Chris who was at 30th St as well. That place kinda rules but left me even more hungry after I left. I went from there to 2nd and Market to meet up with Jon Louden, we went down to Jinxed to see Ralph and Shakey saw a shitty band crash their van while driving down 4th st and a bunch of weirdo's. Then up to the bike shop (how white of us!) where I talked to Bryan about my new bike. From here we went back to Rittenhouse Sq to meet up with Andrew to grab some Lazaro's Pizza for the Paint It Black pre show dinner. In the Square we had the most ridiculous conversation i've ever had with Classic Keg Stand Kenny and 2 other Couriers. Talking about jerking off while riding our bikes and wether it would be difficult to do or not. Turns out it is probably easy. So we left there and head down to lazaro's. We meet up with Scott, Tina, and Stephanie and grab food then head to Rita's for water ice. From there we go over to 13th and Sansom St's. for the Paint It Black show on the street. INSANITY. There must have been over 600 people in the street for this, the whole street was shut down and it was packed for a whole city block. There was even people sitting at the local restraunts eating out side on the sidewalk and had no clue what was about to happen. The sound was terrible, but the "stage dives" out of the tree's were outrageous. This will go down in history as one of the greatest shows in Philadelphia punk rock history. Then I went home.
Friday brought a quiet night watching the Flyers 1st game against Washington. Terrible ref's. As usual. Ended up losing and put me in a bad mood.
Saturday was Re-Load's April Fools Race. 350 people from RVA to Japan to NYC to who knows where else showed up. Complete ridiculousness ensued. I met up with my fellow Team Brutaltron riders and headed to the Art Museam to start the festivities. I can't remember much since by the time we got done I was drunk throwing shit at people at the after party. However Team Brutaltron did win a brand new award named after our team from here and forever know as the Team Brutaltron Award For Most Awesomest Team. Stellar.
Sunday I watched the Flyers game, and they completely manhandled Washington. 3-0 win. SICK! After this I met up with a sweet lady Jessie and grabbed dinner at New Harmony then came back to my house to watch Trailor Park Boys. Then drove her home.
Monday hung out with Jessie again and watched a Buddhist movie at her house and she drove me home at 3am. On the way we get pulled over cause her headlight is out. On her way back home she got pulled over again by the same cop!!! Chong as hell.
Tuesday. HOLY SHIT. I went to the Flyers first home playoff game, it was fucking incredible. So god damn loud. Fuck Ovechkin chants, throwing soda at caps fans, and generally being out of control. Everyone we went with lost their voices, got headaches from screaming so much, and went home high from so much excitement. Seriously the best hockey game I have ever seen. The Flyers showed how much better and deeper the team is than Washington. Even with the ref's trying to give Washington the game AGAIN!, they held out and came on top 6-3. I've never heard a sporting event as loud as it was in that building. And rumour has it, you could hear the chants we started, Fuck Ovechkin, HHHHHHUUUUUEEEEETTTTT and ASSSSHHHOOOOLLLLEEEE. We came to get down and dirty and that's just what we did.
Then me and Kev Somm rode back home but I ditched him to go to Jessie's house which was on the way anyways. I was there till 1am.
Then I slept.
AWESOME.
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