7/5/12
I decided to take Isla on a whirlwind trip back up to the bay. We left this morning at 9 - dropped off Milesy at Auntie Elizabeth's house and hauled ass up the 101, armed with a portable dvd player, snacks, and the last book of Game of Thrones on the ipad. Sweet.
The car ride was actually awesome. Isla and I talked and joked the whole way up, only had to stop once for gas, and made it to Oakland in just over 5 hours, a new record for me. I took Isla to her old daycare and she played with her best friend Bodie for hours. I had a beer with Laura and Ryan, then took off to DJ Tourette's without Regrets.
My review of the show:
Started off decent. The sound man sucked from the get go, never setting up the monitors right, and messing with my volume so I couldn't hear what the house was hearing. Didn't matter at first, I was just killing a 90's set in anticipation of Sunday's big Wild Stallions show.
Dirty Haiku bout: Kenyatta killed it. Clean sweep with a hilarious "ask your mama" haiku.
Slam: Mediocre. Katelyn's poem was cool. Everything else I've heard a million times.
Burlesque: I was thoroughly entertained by the Rorschach burlesque. I thought that the dancer was infinitely more talented than a lot of the stuff I've seen at Tourette's so far, at least in a choreography sense.
Games: American Flag fashion show was good, hot dog baseball way too messy, birthday male strippers were lackluster, really.
Comedians: I think I remember one. The Boom Time guy was decent. The "american" dude was horrible, and the girl I can't remember a joke she said. Oh well.
B-Boy vs. B-Girl Battle: The dancers were awesome. I was really really annoyed at them though. When I asked what songs they wanted for their set, they were like: Play 70's soul. No, funk. No, 90's hip hop. No, Electro. No, Breakbeats. Holy shit, guys.
Rap Battle: HORRIBLE. I don't know if the battle rappers had just injected sleeping pills or some shit, but everybody sucked except for ridiculous and the 19 year old rapper that won.
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