Crue Fest Part I: The Arrival

Ok, so I know a lot of you have been waiting to hear about Crue Fest. Well here it is...from my notebook to your screen. This could take a while.

I will preface this post by letting you know that I will be dividing this into 2 sections. The Arrival and The Dismissal. The Arrival will document the goings on in the parking lot, The Dissmissal, the goings on in the Susquehanna Bank Center or the Suque Center (Suck Center), as I will now refer to this venue. That being said, here we go.

So I woke up Sunday morning feeling pretty good. Made some coffee, watched some TV. The old lady hit the road to go the the beach, so I had the run of the place. Around 10:30, the calls start. "You ready?" "Don't forget the grill." "We will be there at noon." Wait, doesn't this thing start at 5? Well, I knew what I was in for at this point. Crue Fest. An all day event of parking lot nonsense and a bunch of shitty bands, obviously the Crue not included. Of course like 12 dudes were supposed to go but as always at the last minute 6 bail. No biggie, more room in the Minnie Winnie. Oh, yes that's right, we went to this "fest" in a 25 year old Winnebago. Ballin.

Here it is:



You should know that as it is sitting there parked it is making all kinds of noise. Not even running. Banging and clanging. Turns out it's the generator. Keeps the refrigerator running. Good enough. We get in, I take shot gun, Mike starts it. Well tries to start it. She's an old girl, likes to be tickled. After a few stomps on the gas, we hit the sweet spot and she comes alive. Real bitch this thing is. Finally on the road.

We arrive at the parking lot with no fanfare. Just a line of cars that we are at the end of. Costs 40 bucks to park this thing. Parking lot is mostly dead at arrival. I guess we got there around 1:00. We set up the tent, got the chairs out and started to prepare for the afternoon. I had to raise the antenna and scope out the area:



Then, at 1:16 this happened:



That's Capp.

So is this:



He "lives for this fucking shit." As you can clearly see.

Capp is the man. He is a pretty even keeled dude but give him a parking lot, no sun screen, booze and a grill and he turns pretty quickly into what
I now refer to as "Concert Capp." He had a fucking blast. I wound up with a few bruises here and there and a sore neck, but hey, it's all in fun and I'm glad he was there.

The parking lot was pretty weak. I mean I'm not expecting Heavy Metal Parking Lot, but at least some naked girls and wild dudes. No such luck. Mostly non-metal dudes and college kids wearing sandels drinking Natty Lite. I'm pretty sure I'm old now b/c I haven't had a Natty Lite in like 10 years. To give you an example of how weak the lot was, here is a conversation I had with a gentleman in line at the porto-johns: Him: DUDE. Your whole back is tattooed. Me: Yes, I know. HIM: This parking lot SUCKS DICK. ME: YEA! HIM: DUDE, there isn't even any nitrous. The only dude that had it filled up like 5 balloons and the cops swarmed him. ME: That sucks, bro! (at this point the john opened and I went in.) Don't know if my boy got his balloons or not.

For some reason, we decided that we were going to have a full on picnic at this thing. Following are some of the food items that were on hand:

BBQ Shrimp Wrapped in Bacon:



Hamburgers:



Chicken and Chorizo (I know, I said the same thing):



Some sort of Asian Cole Slaw (this shit was so fucking good):



BBQ Pulled Pork (30 lbs, also amazing):



You will notice that the pork is in a crock pot. That's right, this shit was made the night before. Slow cooked all night. Dan kills it. Every time. Go read his blog if you like food.

www.realfoodratings.blogspot.com

The intention was to sell this pork, but the 5-0 said we needed a permit. Funny thing is as Dan was walking towards the cop, the K9 in the back started going ape shit. I wonder why. Here is our attempt at "selling" the pork.



This is getting kinda long now, so I will start to summarize. We drink all day. I put on SPF 75 lotion. Still get a little burnt. Capp puts on SPF 0 and gets FRIED. I think I heard "FUCK THAT, Sunblock is for pussies!" 1 hour later Jeremy is rubbing his back with a rolling rock can. We goofed around and ate and drank for a few hours. Kinda boring but great being with friends. I could have sat there all day. Great view of the city. Right under the Ben Franklin. Nice breeze. Good company. Can't beat it. Well now it's 8:00 and we decide to go in. We figured we safely missed Charm City Devils (whatever that is), Theory of a Dead Man (again, whatever that is), Drowning Pool (didn't that dude die) and if all went well, we would get just the tail end of the worst thing to happen to an Alice In Chains song, Godsmack. Of course before we went in this happened:



That my friends is the "phone call". You know exactly what phone call I mean. This one turned out pretty good though, considering the circumstances. Then Capp pissed on a car. Parking lot over.

All in all a great day for drinking and hanging with friends. And it only cost 40 bucks, plus food, plus gas, plus tolls...so yea, it wasn't cheap. But it was fun as hell thanks to Capp, Jeremy, Note, Dan and Mike. Thanks for the ticket and the great times.

If you want to see more pictures go check out my facebook page. I don't know what the link is, but right now only my friends will probably read this, so you know where to go.

This is my first big blog post, still getting the hang of it and I don't know the rules yet...you know what, fuck that. I post as long or as short as I want to. This is for me...and you. That being said, I hope you enjoyed The Arrival. Stayed tuned for Crue Fest Part II: The Dismissal.

Currently Listening to: PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her (and Entourage in the background)

End Tranny.