01-10-2014, 12:03 PM
Dm carpooled with another RMer, Pearly from Scott's Valley, who bought Dm dinner before the show at Ananda Fuara, the lovely little veg place on Market run by Sri Chimnoy's followers, but in retrospect, Dm would have been much more efficient on his own.
SoD was oddly set up. It used three chambers, the main one and the two off to the sides, and closed off the 3rd and 4th floor access. There was a pipe&drape barrier around the balcony seats. RM was bounced up to the 4th floor, in a cold room filled with boxes of flip flops that smelled like new puzzle mats, sharply synthetic fumes, which harshed anyone's buzz if they had a nose. And everyone had noses at SoD. The location sucked but there was good access to the venue at the top and the ample empty hallways on the 4th floor were available for all sorts of nefarious behavior. The crew was light, only two dozen for a call time of 6PM and end time of 3AM. Director Gordo was literally begging people at the last minute on facebook and he didn't even provide NYE laminates - seriously?
Dm managed to get the first call, a syncopal pretty Asian girl and her very concerned and caring BF. As it was the first call, everyone showed up. The rest of the crew were too dazzled by the scene so dm had to take charge, talk to the girl, the bf, called for the wheelchair, got her into the wheelchair and wheelchaired her to RM. It was odd as it was easy, the sort of RM task that dm can do in his sleep, and yet the mostly nooB vols were stunned like a frog in a flashlight beam. As Dm got her back to RM, a former RMer and deadhead friend Jonathan popped out of the crowd, patting Dm vigorously on the shoulder with a hearty 'good job!' Very amusing. The bf was wearing a shirt that was the Japanese anime Totoro in a Joy Division graphic, quite obscure but Dm managed to decode it right away and said 'Whazzup w/yo shirt? Totoro Joy Division?' Dm thought the bf was going to cry with joy that someone figured it out. Later, another patient was barfing loudly, that nasty retching noise, which made the Asian girl upset as she had barfed quietly into one of the RM portable barf bags (nice new tools) as dm was giving her a wheelchair ride. Dm said "I want you to know that when you barfed, you were very ladylike. I didn't even notice until we got here." She was so thankful. Dm had that couple wrapped around his little finger and could have probably cajoled them into all sorts of nefarious behaviors to thank him for just being Dm.
There were too many Asian patients.
There was also this mollied etoh Asian dude that was just an ass. He was high maintenance as he was so damn floppy and needy. He went through several RM vols, who just got annoyed with his bothersomeness and passed him off as quick as a $20 prostitute in the Mission. But he was the best story of the night. There were 2 psych, dm & pearly, so things got crazy quick. The asian dude needed to constantly be bumper-carred back into the tent, which got so bothersome. Dm had passed him along to non-psych nooBs who could use the practice, and focused on other patients. Dm started working with a mollied hottie, wearing basically a silk handkerchief tied loosely across her top, and dialed in to the fact that she was a yoga chick by her attitude. She confirmed that fact (she was even from the cruz!) so dm asked her if she'd allow him to lead her through some pranayama - yogic breath control. If dm can control the breath of an IPR, he can always get them down. Dm has studied some pranayama, and practices qigong, so he was all ready to use one of his special skills to heal. Dm got her to relax in sivasana (corpse pose) and started getting her breath in synch when annoying asian dude bursts in to the tent, lies down, and flopping about says 'i wanna do it too.' Needless to say, the whole train of thought left barrelling eastbound for chicago. It took all of dm's restraint not to kick annoying asian dude in the head.
But that's not the worst. It got more chaotic, so dm had taken control of the psych tent to juggle annoying asian dude and yoga chick, and because it was nye, rm was really short-staffed so dm was alone in there with the patients a lot. It's against protocol for males to be alone with females for rm, but there were people just outside the tent, in yelling distance. Dm was sitting between the soundclash of annoying asian dude babbling about internet security and yoga chick apologizing for glowing too much (she was glowing like a firefly), when in pops the stereotypic molly nye girl, skinny leggy blonde in pumps and a super mini-skirt made of quarter-sized gold sequins. She sits in dm's lap and starts to grind. as dm pondered the possibilities, gold gal and yoga chick spy each other's mollyglow, and so gold gal politely tells dm 'excuse me, i must talk to her.' The two clasp hands, embrace, lie down, and start snogging. dm pondered the possibilities a little more. Buuuuut, before any more progress could be made, in popped annoying asian dude, babbling about the nsa. And another train of thought leaves the station. the mood was killed instantly, the women separated to continue on their own separate Xcursions, and the night worn on. Worthy of note, rm got all three of those patients stabilized and sent them home with friends.
dm managed to sneak away on his own at the stroke of midnite. No one to kiss, but that's ok. The band was Thievery Corporation, one that Dm used to enjoy - but they failed to impress this year. In fact, most of the music was lackluster. There was one dubstep dj that was ok, but not interesting enough that dm bothered to learn his name. The entertainment was mediocre too, but there was plenty of it. There were these amatuer pole dancers that generated genuine tension, not because they were any good, quite the opposite. They didn't seem very secure in their moves, much less graceful, and dm was wincing at their act, worried that the would drop themselves on their head at any moment. But back to midnite, the balloon drop was a fail. One of the three balloon tubes failed to open and drifted into the upper balcony where it was torn to bits by the crowd. Dm quickly texted S & T with a 'Happy Mew Year' (sic - it was chaotic) and then RM was inundated with 4 calls at midnite. Dm chose the one that sounded like a IPR in hopes of catching that lucky 1st IPR of the year (a deadhead RM tradition) but it turned out to be just another ETOH.
Somewhere after midnite as dm was coping with his mollied out crew, the emergency evac warning went off. It was a loud siren, a flashing strobe, and a warning saying that everyone should evacuate the building immediately. It was totally ignored.
At the very end of the evening, dm was clearing out the casualties and there was one sleeping pirate that dm roused. He got up happy and refreshed and ready to go. Dm had to remind him to gather his hat and his sword. That was a bit silly, but given dm's attachment to swords, it was interpreted as auspicious.
SoD was oddly set up. It used three chambers, the main one and the two off to the sides, and closed off the 3rd and 4th floor access. There was a pipe&drape barrier around the balcony seats. RM was bounced up to the 4th floor, in a cold room filled with boxes of flip flops that smelled like new puzzle mats, sharply synthetic fumes, which harshed anyone's buzz if they had a nose. And everyone had noses at SoD. The location sucked but there was good access to the venue at the top and the ample empty hallways on the 4th floor were available for all sorts of nefarious behavior. The crew was light, only two dozen for a call time of 6PM and end time of 3AM. Director Gordo was literally begging people at the last minute on facebook and he didn't even provide NYE laminates - seriously?
Dm managed to get the first call, a syncopal pretty Asian girl and her very concerned and caring BF. As it was the first call, everyone showed up. The rest of the crew were too dazzled by the scene so dm had to take charge, talk to the girl, the bf, called for the wheelchair, got her into the wheelchair and wheelchaired her to RM. It was odd as it was easy, the sort of RM task that dm can do in his sleep, and yet the mostly nooB vols were stunned like a frog in a flashlight beam. As Dm got her back to RM, a former RMer and deadhead friend Jonathan popped out of the crowd, patting Dm vigorously on the shoulder with a hearty 'good job!' Very amusing. The bf was wearing a shirt that was the Japanese anime Totoro in a Joy Division graphic, quite obscure but Dm managed to decode it right away and said 'Whazzup w/yo shirt? Totoro Joy Division?' Dm thought the bf was going to cry with joy that someone figured it out. Later, another patient was barfing loudly, that nasty retching noise, which made the Asian girl upset as she had barfed quietly into one of the RM portable barf bags (nice new tools) as dm was giving her a wheelchair ride. Dm said "I want you to know that when you barfed, you were very ladylike. I didn't even notice until we got here." She was so thankful. Dm had that couple wrapped around his little finger and could have probably cajoled them into all sorts of nefarious behaviors to thank him for just being Dm.
There were too many Asian patients.
There was also this mollied etoh Asian dude that was just an ass. He was high maintenance as he was so damn floppy and needy. He went through several RM vols, who just got annoyed with his bothersomeness and passed him off as quick as a $20 prostitute in the Mission. But he was the best story of the night. There were 2 psych, dm & pearly, so things got crazy quick. The asian dude needed to constantly be bumper-carred back into the tent, which got so bothersome. Dm had passed him along to non-psych nooBs who could use the practice, and focused on other patients. Dm started working with a mollied hottie, wearing basically a silk handkerchief tied loosely across her top, and dialed in to the fact that she was a yoga chick by her attitude. She confirmed that fact (she was even from the cruz!) so dm asked her if she'd allow him to lead her through some pranayama - yogic breath control. If dm can control the breath of an IPR, he can always get them down. Dm has studied some pranayama, and practices qigong, so he was all ready to use one of his special skills to heal. Dm got her to relax in sivasana (corpse pose) and started getting her breath in synch when annoying asian dude bursts in to the tent, lies down, and flopping about says 'i wanna do it too.' Needless to say, the whole train of thought left barrelling eastbound for chicago. It took all of dm's restraint not to kick annoying asian dude in the head.
But that's not the worst. It got more chaotic, so dm had taken control of the psych tent to juggle annoying asian dude and yoga chick, and because it was nye, rm was really short-staffed so dm was alone in there with the patients a lot. It's against protocol for males to be alone with females for rm, but there were people just outside the tent, in yelling distance. Dm was sitting between the soundclash of annoying asian dude babbling about internet security and yoga chick apologizing for glowing too much (she was glowing like a firefly), when in pops the stereotypic molly nye girl, skinny leggy blonde in pumps and a super mini-skirt made of quarter-sized gold sequins. She sits in dm's lap and starts to grind. as dm pondered the possibilities, gold gal and yoga chick spy each other's mollyglow, and so gold gal politely tells dm 'excuse me, i must talk to her.' The two clasp hands, embrace, lie down, and start snogging. dm pondered the possibilities a little more. Buuuuut, before any more progress could be made, in popped annoying asian dude, babbling about the nsa. And another train of thought leaves the station. the mood was killed instantly, the women separated to continue on their own separate Xcursions, and the night worn on. Worthy of note, rm got all three of those patients stabilized and sent them home with friends.
dm managed to sneak away on his own at the stroke of midnite. No one to kiss, but that's ok. The band was Thievery Corporation, one that Dm used to enjoy - but they failed to impress this year. In fact, most of the music was lackluster. There was one dubstep dj that was ok, but not interesting enough that dm bothered to learn his name. The entertainment was mediocre too, but there was plenty of it. There were these amatuer pole dancers that generated genuine tension, not because they were any good, quite the opposite. They didn't seem very secure in their moves, much less graceful, and dm was wincing at their act, worried that the would drop themselves on their head at any moment. But back to midnite, the balloon drop was a fail. One of the three balloon tubes failed to open and drifted into the upper balcony where it was torn to bits by the crowd. Dm quickly texted S & T with a 'Happy Mew Year' (sic - it was chaotic) and then RM was inundated with 4 calls at midnite. Dm chose the one that sounded like a IPR in hopes of catching that lucky 1st IPR of the year (a deadhead RM tradition) but it turned out to be just another ETOH.
Somewhere after midnite as dm was coping with his mollied out crew, the emergency evac warning went off. It was a loud siren, a flashing strobe, and a warning saying that everyone should evacuate the building immediately. It was totally ignored.
At the very end of the evening, dm was clearing out the casualties and there was one sleeping pirate that dm roused. He got up happy and refreshed and ready to go. Dm had to remind him to gather his hat and his sword. That was a bit silly, but given dm's attachment to swords, it was interpreted as auspicious.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse