Michael came to my house.
Ryan (me): We're gonna chill for a while.
Michael: Umm ... ok.
Later ...
Michael: (Sarcasm) Great. Rush hour traffic.
Ryan: Oh shit! It's Friday!
Michael: ... I was wondering why you were like, "We're gonna chill." You looked so serene sitting there making beads that I didn't wanna interrupt such a serene moment.
Lots of room to move in the LA Coliseum. Just the way I like it.
Yup, empty space.
Michael and I went on that spinner ride and he lost his phone as it was launched from his pocket. I also saw Chris, a.k.a. Bites, who's the nephew of Carlos' buddy Eric, while in line for the ride.
There were Chinese Lion Dancers on the coliseum dance floor.
Peeps walking on stilts.
A chick whipping her tigers.
The coliseum at night.
Michael and I rule.
That's a chick that Michael felt up because she took his hands and felt herself with them. And they made out. Her guy friend was jealous. I would've brawled to save Michael, but fortunately I didn't have to, fortunately because I didn't feel like it.
Ryan: I wanna see Shiny Toy Guns at 11:20.
Michael: They're here?
Ryan: You've heard of them?
SHINY FREAKIN' TOY GUNS
Day 2:
I rolled up with Richard. He introduced me to his friend, a first-timer named Edlin. I said to myself that normally Edlin is the type of chick I'd put into my database and extract for later use when I'm all alone. But it occurred to me: I can't just go busting a #3 to every cute chick I meet! It cheapens me, doesn't it?
Edlin, Richard and I.
Mission: Go to sound control area in the middle of the coliseum and ask for Julio to retrieve Michael's lost phone. Sounds simple, right? Wrong!
Obstacle: Traffic of people.
Obstacle: Security guard rolling. Unable to communicate with him.
Obstacle: No one knows who Julio is.
Obstacle: People within sound control area had no idea it was sound control area.
Aftermath: Julio was the sound guy. He had stepped out. He said ask for Curtis. But a raver let the security guard let me in, found Curtis, and gave me the phone. Target acquired!
I made new friends. Left to right: Ryan (me), John, Jamie, Sophia, and Ron.
John and I with light-up teeth. I got mine in Vegas last summer. John found his on the floor that night after I busted mine out. Yay fate!
Marcus Schulz on stage in front of a screen that says: Electric Daisy Carnival. It was during this set that I discovered that apparently being scratch could feel nice.
I found Son and introduced him to my new friends. He's from D.C. I first met Son during the Winter Music Conference in Miami, Spring Break 2006. I had never see him as fucked up as I saw him. He said he did 12. I introduced him to my new friends.
Sophia gave him a massage to make him feel better. I sat down next to him. I tried to talk to him about Law School.
Ryan: So I take the LSAT.
Son: Yeah, you take the LSAT ...
Ryan: What's the next step?
Son: And then the next step is ... um ... and then you ... um ...
1 minute later ...
Son: And then you ... um ...
This process keeps repeating ...
Son: I know the words. I just can't say them right now.
Son tried his liquid dancing. He couldn't spin, nor could he see anything on my camera or phone. Son then tried another spot on the floor. Spinning wasn't happening.
There were no porto-potties in the coliseum and security guards weren't letting anyone back in near the end during Paul Van Dyk's set ... so I ended up taking a massive, 1-minute long piss on the dance floor. Teeheehee. Ron covered me on one side.
The Human Tornado had been wrestling at EDC both nights, including being under the influence on the second night, AND wrestled at Pro Wrestling Guerrilla (PWG) the day after. We hung out in the parking lot during intermission. Each wrestler made his entrance to a Michael Jackson song.
Final thoughts:
- The locals offering their driveway for $15 - $20
- The parking attendants dancing
- The stage playing nothing but Michael Jackson songs
- The security guard busting out Michael Jackson moves while guarding the gate
- The drunk ass security guard
- The sober security guard trying to imitate everyone's liquid dancing
- The cashier wearing candy
- 500-600 people rioting, knocking cops off their bikes and crashing the gate
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