It starts off like this:

I roll out of work at 3:00 pm.  I go to the bathroom, change into some adequate rock clothes.  I put on my AFI shirt with the holes in the armpits (man, did they come in handy) and some baggy pants, my chained wallet, sandals, and I was ready to roll.  I ran to the bus to catch it so I could make it to the train.  I had a long train ride from Vienna to Silver Spring, MARYLAND!  I overslept at one point and I had to backtrack but that's okay, timing rocked.  I got to Maryland at 4:45 pm and let me tell you, I ran into Joey and Luis of Nayas.  Joey gave me a big kiss welcome, "Hey Nena" and they went off to McDonalds while I walked around and around looking for the damn charter bus.  An hour later, I run into Luis Ayala.  Once I found him adn his woman, I knew I was good.  We found the Papas guys, Machetres soon arrived next, then the remainder of Nayas.  Then the coolers came with ice and BEER BEER BEER.  There were two seats in the bus (4 technically) just for beer!  It was fucking insane.  I have never ever been on a charter bus with beer.  It was "We're not driving."  Then the sound of fissing after the bottle cap opening and chug chug chug.  I got offered, but a 4 hour bus ride, my bladder wouldn't last.  I pee a lot when I drink and I didn't want to go to the bathroom in the bus.

Omg, fucking insane, INSANE.  Weed, smoking, and drinking all in one bus.  I'm telling you, if you had enough balls to actually go to the bathroom you found yourself attacked by weed all over.  It was insane.  If you went, you'd probably come back out not remembering if you finally did pee or not.  People we high and I was in charge of holding the incense.  At every toll stop, when the guy opened the window to pay, BOOM, a big puff cloud of smoke billowed out.  Poor bus driver.  We were onboxious, loud, crazy, sang happy birthday every single hour of the trip to Rosario.  We had guitars going, Lilo on the mic telling us we were on the plane 666 to a trip to hell.  It was just NUTS.

No one was allowed to fall asleep because Jessica would draw marker stuff on their face.  There were some crazy ass characters there just running a muck. It seems Joey of Nayas ran with the same crew Juan Pacheco and Cristopolis did, and one of the friends, who's been incarcerated, hasn't really gotten through the experience with all his brains with him.  I have mad respect, for still chilling with him but keeping him in check.  It was very honorable of him.

Good God, when we got to Delaware, the popular bus halfway point.  We all had the killer munchies, even me, I was HIGH, AND I DIDN'T EVEN PUFF NOTHING.  Don't worry kids, I can still be president, I didn't inhale.  All these rock clad latinos, all black wearing chain having, come out of a "tour bus" LOL, and we are all high, drunk, and with some serious serious munchies.  I had never wanted food so much, I killed the tortilla chips on the bus and when we got there, I scarfed the Sabarro pizza like it was water.  Rosario is like "I can't eat this all by myself."  I was already done with mine...looking at hers.

WE got to NYC and sure enough, we weren't in Times Square glitzy Manhattan NYC, we were in stabbing NYC.  People chilling on stoops like it's the middle of the day NYC.  Little kids out doing grocery shopping at 12:00 am.  Group of kids looked more thugged out than anything I've ever seen the fake me out DC, even worse, SUBURB VIRGINIA KIDS ever do.

WE got lost, OF COURSE.  WE found it just because the owner came and we followed him to the place.  The place was dead when we got there, and when DC came up to the place, IT START JUMPING.  That place was insane.  It was bourgie and preppy downstairs, upstairs beautifull gothic.  Gothic sinks in the bathroom, all black, the mirrors were gorgeous.  Lots of gay art for some..odd..reason.  And the only guys there were all gay....hmm I should be seeing a link right?  LOL  It was fun because they had these candles that were dripping onto dried flowers, and it was mounds of molten wax.  It was very very beautifully gothic.

The DJ was incredible.  He had my faves, house, samba, really really good trance, and OLD SCHOOL NU METAL (LOL I know a serious oxy-moron)  PLaying some LInkin Park, some System of a Down, Papa Roach, I was loving it.  Rosario is such a hater, she was hating on it.  I can't stand sometimes how rockeros are so closed minded but then get annoyed about closed minded typical Latino music lovers.  Such hypocrisy.

I was hoping REnzo would show up.  I've been talking a lot of shit about the dude, but it all comes down to me, still really liking him.  Why I have no idea?  He keeps me entertained?  I really want him?  *sighs*  OH well, he didn't show up.  I was hoping, I text messaged him and called him.  You know what got me upset about him, because he was acting like he has this thing that he doesn't understand about how women are always so attracted to him.  IT just disgusted me, what the hell....grrr.  Still wanted to meet him.  Maybe LAMC?  We'll see.  I called him at like 3 am, when I was drunk...OOPS.

Anyway, what else?  I slept on the bus ride back, how incredibly uncomfortable but oh well.  This one guy wanted to sit next to me but I didn't let him because he was drunk.  I didn't want a drunk guy sleeping next to me.  What if he got handsy?  HE had like drink all over his shirt, EWWWWWL.  PLus he's kind of a pot head, no thanks, it was a very bitch move on my part, but I'm a bitch and what?

WE got to Maryland at 9 am.  Poor Rosario had to be at work @ 8:30 am.  I got home at like 10:00.  I freshened up, ate breakfast, called a cab to take me to school @ 12:30.  I got here at 12:15 pm, and was ready and roaring by 12:30.  And I'm still doing good.  I love pushing my body, it makes me feel alive.

OKie dokie, that is all from my first trip of the summer to NYC.  First, not the last.  Still have LAMC next week, Vico C in September, and any other trips for whatever.

Margi :)