Last night I met Factor and his work cohort Piston (name changed to protect the innocent) at Virgil’s BBQ in NYC. Obviously. They had just finished playing a little softball with their work peeps and we were now preparing for Paganfest at BB Kings! I was girding myself because1 – I was EXHAUSTED. It’s been a really tough week. Really busy and just a few creaks and groans from the smackfactor as a unit. Man life is hard work. But anyway, things are equalizing – but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t exhausted. I yawned through my rum and coke at virgil’s and yawned all the way to BB kings. I dropped a few “I’m fading fast” comments, but Factor and Piston weren’t having any of it! And i’m glad because as soon as I walked up to the marquee that read “pagan fest” I got a big ole rush of adrenaline.
I have one word for you people. And it’s Turisas. Blood red face paint, abrupt Finlandian (”zat eez fuckingk excelllent!”), animal skin and leather costumes, a hot female accordianist, a wiry electric fiddler, a big fat animalistic hammerman, and a scrazzle.. possible person of the street guitar fellow on the far right. I wanted to pillage and plunder with my ax or club! I wanted to steal peoples ships and do a jig on their dismembered body parts.
It
Was
Awesome
The signs said “no moshing” but the Vikings said DANCE. BB Kings smelled of sweaty fat kids young and old. A wet combination of hot wings, onions, and old laundry, it was. Turisas made it possible for me, going on two hours of sleep from the night before, to stay up watching DVR’d Real World while cramming sloppy cheese steaks in my mouth until 2:00am with FActor. I know, we’re so hard core. Sitting there, sweating over a heart attack in a hoagie, I realized how much he is my best friend. When we’re not seeing eye to eye and there’s tension on the homefront, I miss not sharing stupid shit from my day to day. I am not complete without him and I’m proud to say it. I’ve got my little guy and I love him.
ok throw up.
Highlight of the evening? Watching Factor manflirt with his mancrushes (you know, lots of Hey hey!! hand slapping and complimenting of facial hair) from Metal Sucks! It was great to meet Vince Neilstein and Axl Rosenberg, two furry little guys with a bloodthirst for VIKING METAL! Ok, sorry. Overheard after Factor bought me a Bud Light:
“You realize you just bought a 13 year old girl a beer” – Axl Rosenberg
“That’s not a 13 year old girl, that’s my girlfriend – and she’s 31″ – Factor
“SHE’S 31!?!?!?!?!?!” – Axl Rosenberg.
I love that reaction.
Is it “man life is hard work” or “man, life is hard work”? Because the meaning is pretty different. Also, I’d like to know what defines “man life”, though that is probably a blog all of its own.
let’s start a group blog called manlife.com Though I feel like naked boys have already started that.
We beat the naked boys. Wait. That sounds odd.
http://manlife.wordpress.com
I love mtbrooks’ first comment
FUNNY!! I wish you’d posted pictures! I’d love to see what you described (:
I’m curious, how is Virgil’s `Carolina Pulled Pork`? Is it Lexington, NC style, or Eastern NC style?
I’m so proud to live in a state with multiple types of BBQ. No artery is safe…
@mtbrooks — Damn right. Don’t forget the pork rinds’ contribution to athesclerosis.
Man Life always supports fattening meat products.