Ha ha, good write-up Zodster. Alan says "take care, mate" btw.
So last night wasn't anywhere near as exciting, but still pretty cool. I was DEAD tired, tried to weasel my way out of hanging out, but Alan & his buddy would have none of it. Got into the city by about 10 PM or so, met them at some cool bar in Tribeca, called m1-5 (check it at
www.m1-5.com ) - began pounding drinks again, though this time I just stuck to the beers. By midnight, there was a hip-hop party about to begin, so Alan said, and I quote "We need to get the fuck out of here before I kill someone."
Decided that we'd just head back to Queens to hang at his buddy's place, stayed up until 4 AMish pounding beers & headbanging to all sorts of cool shit (apparently Alan DJs in his spare time). By the time I had drunk my 14th beer of the night, I was passing out sitting upright and spilling beer on myself, Alan suggested I go to sleep. I asked, "aren't you drunk?"
"No, not even close." Mind you, I could no longer see. Heh, Irish.
Being the awfully nice bloke that I am, I offered Alan a ride to his flight (out of NJ this evening), so he came back to my place to chill out for the day. Went out to eat, listened to lots of cool metal (he loved Gojira, btw, and to be honest, it kicked my dick in as well), watched soccer (what?!) and then that was that. He's a fucking killer dude, very down-to-earth and fun to just talk shit with.
Anyway, here's just a couple pics, b/c I know lurch wanted "proof."
Alan, chilling on my couch (reading Stuff Magazine, no less)
Alan & meself
As a thank you for the ride to the airport, he GAVE me this BAD FUCKING ASS Primordial sweatshirt, so here's 3 shots of it: