08-13-2015, 12:30 PM
I just ran my wallet and notebook through the wash. So stupid. my credit cards, cash, license, and various mm cards are drying in the sun. My notebook is unsalvageable, but I can glean my OSL notes from them, so I'm going to just skip to those now. I'll come back to RotR as there are more shenanigans there to report that had NO PLACE in my report (DOOM eyes only, doncha know).
So here's OSL. S&T were coming and despite all of the issues some vet vols have with the new RM admin, they always take care of me and set me up with a +2 even though I was only working Sunday. Unfortunately, APE decided that all staff had to pick up their wristbands at BGC in civic center, so all week I was stressing having to go to GGP at daybreak to score a parking spot, then work the whole family over to BGC, and then back to GGP. But it went well. We scored a perfect parking spot on Fulton as close as could be, hopped the muni 5, grabbed coffee and pastries at civic center before getting our wristbands, and then back on the muni 5 - bus passes were only $5.50 for all of us roundtrip. Stacy was saying that she was only there to see Elton and was regretted that she hadn't brought a book, much to the teen eye-rolling of Tara (and me). As it turned out, she was thoroughly entertained all day, and found plenty of delicious gluten free veg eats and some great music to delight her senses. OSL is still a great show. It's grown immensely over the two years I skipped, more stages, more fields, 100,000 patrons they say. Next year, I should spend the whole weekend there.
We got there just in time for the meeting and RM was there in full force, although most were really spent from the previous two days. It was overcast and cool, but not too wet and foggy like GGP can get. Actually it was very pleasant. One of our former JNK, who recently qi-vampired her way to the board of JAH Med, only to be defeated by a stronger qi-vampire there and forced into harikiri (she's now a person non gratis with JM) was sporting a white polo like a supervisor, but everyone was trying to ignore her because she's not a supe and wasn't even introduced at the meeting, kept trying to get me to do an in-service (srsly? on day 3?) and to wear a radio (I refused her but would have acquiesced if anyone of real authority asked - she manipulated some nooBs to ask me but I saw through that and denied them.) Anyway, they did a rather complex and weak in-service and I stood in the corner trying to let them just do their thing. They introduced me and I claimed not to know them (the only laugh from a clearly bored group of noob vols). Later, evil twin Dina said she overheard some of the nooBs pointing me out as the 'master in black' as if i was supposed to do some sort of magic trick. Mind you, there was acid IPRs, still in the wake of GD50 I reckon, but they were mild ones and no one but real JNK care about that. They all want the crazy nekkid X supermodel gal, and those are very rare.
I stationed myself at Hellman's, the annex, one of 5 RM stations but the only one besides main med that was a fully operational death star. It was a tight crew there and the 2nd stage was mobbed. Twas fun.
To start, at the small midway Panhandle stage, right next to Hellman's med, Alex Bleeker and the Freaks did a tribute to GD in honor of the anniversary of Jerry's passing. AND BILL KREUTZMANN sat in for two songs: Other one>St Stephen. It was awesome and got the day off to a rollicking start.
Next at Twin Peaks (the big stage near Hellman's) was Karl Denson, which had some wicked sax and flute. Very fun and jazzy. The was DJ Mustard, who brought a massive crowd that really got into him. I thought he sucked. He just dropped hooks off various tunes, mostly hip hop, many even I recognized, and kept swearing between each change. Dang. I could do that. Totally silly but the crowd dug it. Everyone was worried about Hellman's because the rest of the acts were EDM and that has this drug stigma now, which isn't totally unwarranted but often overblown. Odesca was next and they were really more acid jazz to my ear, with real live drummers, the kind of music that would be great listening while driving across the desert or riding walkways in the airport. RM did get swamped then but only because Hellman's was understaffed and the crowd was so ginormous. I mostly worked the gate then, which was very fun and busy. Next was Caribou and I actually had some IPR patients, but they were all super mellow so no magic tricks. It was acid, good ol' acid, and they were all oriented, just a little dazed and confused. One dude thought he was having a heart attack. Turned out he worked a night shift, then came straight to OSL and dropped. We gave him some PO ativan and he came down quite nicely. Caribou was a decent soundtrack for some IPR talk-throughs.
Then I escaped Hellman's. Things got mellow so I totally abandoned them and to catch up to my family. They were enjoying Sam Smith (T's pick of the show) and I scurried to meet them at Slightly Stoopid (a reggae band that I dislike). But on the way, I saw my pic of the show, beyond Billy of course - Mac Sabbath. It's a masked band like Kiss, Residents or Gwar and you know how I love those. They cover Black Sabbath but they dress up like bad acid trip versions of McDonald's characters. I posted the vid above. By the time I got to Stoopid my family moved on to Elton. I listened to half a song of Stoopid's just to reaffirm my dislike of them.
Got to Elton, found my family in the crowd and it was very enjoyable. Elton is a stunning pianist of course, and every song is a classic that the whole crowd sings along with - he was the main reason we came because neither Stacy or I had seen him before so he was on our mutual see-before-he-kicks-the-bucket list. He must have been really amazing in his prime. I had a serious moment when he went into Daniel, thinking about our dear brother Legbone and his move to Alaska. After that, I left to tie up any loose ends with Rock Med as there were several dangling things that needed my attention (one of my friends pulled a knife on another vol, another friend went all luchador and threatened a patron with a folding chair- wacky, right?). Elton wouldn't give me another moment that would be more soulful personally than his rendition of Daniel.
We left as soon as it was over. Skipped packing up. Just took off for home. And actually got back to the bungalow by 11.
So here's OSL. S&T were coming and despite all of the issues some vet vols have with the new RM admin, they always take care of me and set me up with a +2 even though I was only working Sunday. Unfortunately, APE decided that all staff had to pick up their wristbands at BGC in civic center, so all week I was stressing having to go to GGP at daybreak to score a parking spot, then work the whole family over to BGC, and then back to GGP. But it went well. We scored a perfect parking spot on Fulton as close as could be, hopped the muni 5, grabbed coffee and pastries at civic center before getting our wristbands, and then back on the muni 5 - bus passes were only $5.50 for all of us roundtrip. Stacy was saying that she was only there to see Elton and was regretted that she hadn't brought a book, much to the teen eye-rolling of Tara (and me). As it turned out, she was thoroughly entertained all day, and found plenty of delicious gluten free veg eats and some great music to delight her senses. OSL is still a great show. It's grown immensely over the two years I skipped, more stages, more fields, 100,000 patrons they say. Next year, I should spend the whole weekend there.
We got there just in time for the meeting and RM was there in full force, although most were really spent from the previous two days. It was overcast and cool, but not too wet and foggy like GGP can get. Actually it was very pleasant. One of our former JNK, who recently qi-vampired her way to the board of JAH Med, only to be defeated by a stronger qi-vampire there and forced into harikiri (she's now a person non gratis with JM) was sporting a white polo like a supervisor, but everyone was trying to ignore her because she's not a supe and wasn't even introduced at the meeting, kept trying to get me to do an in-service (srsly? on day 3?) and to wear a radio (I refused her but would have acquiesced if anyone of real authority asked - she manipulated some nooBs to ask me but I saw through that and denied them.) Anyway, they did a rather complex and weak in-service and I stood in the corner trying to let them just do their thing. They introduced me and I claimed not to know them (the only laugh from a clearly bored group of noob vols). Later, evil twin Dina said she overheard some of the nooBs pointing me out as the 'master in black' as if i was supposed to do some sort of magic trick. Mind you, there was acid IPRs, still in the wake of GD50 I reckon, but they were mild ones and no one but real JNK care about that. They all want the crazy nekkid X supermodel gal, and those are very rare.
I stationed myself at Hellman's, the annex, one of 5 RM stations but the only one besides main med that was a fully operational death star. It was a tight crew there and the 2nd stage was mobbed. Twas fun.
To start, at the small midway Panhandle stage, right next to Hellman's med, Alex Bleeker and the Freaks did a tribute to GD in honor of the anniversary of Jerry's passing. AND BILL KREUTZMANN sat in for two songs: Other one>St Stephen. It was awesome and got the day off to a rollicking start.
Next at Twin Peaks (the big stage near Hellman's) was Karl Denson, which had some wicked sax and flute. Very fun and jazzy. The was DJ Mustard, who brought a massive crowd that really got into him. I thought he sucked. He just dropped hooks off various tunes, mostly hip hop, many even I recognized, and kept swearing between each change. Dang. I could do that. Totally silly but the crowd dug it. Everyone was worried about Hellman's because the rest of the acts were EDM and that has this drug stigma now, which isn't totally unwarranted but often overblown. Odesca was next and they were really more acid jazz to my ear, with real live drummers, the kind of music that would be great listening while driving across the desert or riding walkways in the airport. RM did get swamped then but only because Hellman's was understaffed and the crowd was so ginormous. I mostly worked the gate then, which was very fun and busy. Next was Caribou and I actually had some IPR patients, but they were all super mellow so no magic tricks. It was acid, good ol' acid, and they were all oriented, just a little dazed and confused. One dude thought he was having a heart attack. Turned out he worked a night shift, then came straight to OSL and dropped. We gave him some PO ativan and he came down quite nicely. Caribou was a decent soundtrack for some IPR talk-throughs.
Then I escaped Hellman's. Things got mellow so I totally abandoned them and to catch up to my family. They were enjoying Sam Smith (T's pick of the show) and I scurried to meet them at Slightly Stoopid (a reggae band that I dislike). But on the way, I saw my pic of the show, beyond Billy of course - Mac Sabbath. It's a masked band like Kiss, Residents or Gwar and you know how I love those. They cover Black Sabbath but they dress up like bad acid trip versions of McDonald's characters. I posted the vid above. By the time I got to Stoopid my family moved on to Elton. I listened to half a song of Stoopid's just to reaffirm my dislike of them.
Got to Elton, found my family in the crowd and it was very enjoyable. Elton is a stunning pianist of course, and every song is a classic that the whole crowd sings along with - he was the main reason we came because neither Stacy or I had seen him before so he was on our mutual see-before-he-kicks-the-bucket list. He must have been really amazing in his prime. I had a serious moment when he went into Daniel, thinking about our dear brother Legbone and his move to Alaska. After that, I left to tie up any loose ends with Rock Med as there were several dangling things that needed my attention (one of my friends pulled a knife on another vol, another friend went all luchador and threatened a patron with a folding chair- wacky, right?). Elton wouldn't give me another moment that would be more soulful personally than his rendition of Daniel.
We left as soon as it was over. Skipped packing up. Just took off for home. And actually got back to the bungalow by 11.
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