Amberland – 2012

Amberland Weekend AKA Memorial Day Weekend North GA Beyatches

Hey PArtyPeoPle — there is still time to head down to LaFayatte, GA for the weekend and check out the best party of the year, for reals…

Amberland, where time stops for two days until you realize it’s Monday morning and you have to go to work yesterday, and it’s cheaper than burning man.  Yes, although it’s not Bonnarroo, and Radio Head is not headlining, you get PGroove, which is pretty damn awesome.  Plus the fact that you don’t have to fight 98K plus people for showers and porta-potties, and you have yourself one damn good party…

We are convinced at the PartyBlog that aliens are watching from the heavens, and were directly communicating with the audience in 2007, so why not enjoy the thing in real life?

You will be treated to 2 days and 3 nights of great music and meet some of the nicest revolutionaries you have ever met…Information on the event is here, and if you pre-buy tickets it’s only $75 bucks!!!

Plus there’s this guy…

and these guys…

The key to your door of perception can be found here:

That Time of Year – Summer Festival Time

Now that the summer is on the verge – it’s that time of year…Summer Festival Time…time to start planning and / or calling in sick from work with that summer flu so that you can make as many of these as possible. The first great summer festival is upon us, The Hangout Music Fest, located in Gulf Shores Alabama.   One of our friends at the PartyBlog – Noodle aka The Organizer is going to be in attendance with his party people and lil bro. Hopefully Noodle will send us some live updates or pictures so those of us lamewads (poor, boring, employed, or otherwise) who cannot attend will at least live vicariously through his party glory.

MAY’s preliminary schedule of the Summer Fests the PartyBlog thinks could change your life for the better and make you more spiritually connected, less of a douchebag, fall in love with nature or somebody else, live more open minded, join the fight for what’s right to party (RIP MCA), or all of the above (check back for PartyBlog’s schedule for the rest of the summer):

1) The Hangout Music Fest – May 18, 19 & 20,  Gulf Shores Alabama.

Highlights:  The Flaming Lips, Dave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Oakenfold, String Cheese (screw Ticketmaster – you guys rock!), Skrillex, AND MANY MANY MORE…

DOWNSIDE: This festival appears to be SOLD OUT  so don’t get on a plane and fly down there and expect to get in.  However,  if you live close by you can probably hear the music if you sit somewhere on the beach, and maybe you can find a break in the fence and sneak in?

2) The Bamboozle Festival – May 18, 19, & 20, Asbury Park, NJ.

If you can’t make it to the Hangout, this is a good option for those northeasterners…

Highlights: Skrillex (you are getting some travel in my man), Bon Jovi, Incubus, Spacehog, White Panda, Foo Fighters, My Chemical Romance, AND ON AND ON…

PARTY NOTE: The Bamboozle seems more electronic Friday night…The offerings at this festival are vastly different each night and you can buy either single night passes or weekend passes.  UPSIDE.  Each night has a different feel in terms of the offerings and you might not like every night depending on your musical tastes.  DOWNSIDE.  For example, the festivals headliners appear to be more hardcore Friday (Skrillex, Incubus), more alternative Saturday (Foo Fighters, My Chemical Romance) and traditional/mainstream Sunday (headliner Bon Jovi), so do your research and consider whether a three day pass is advisable v. the one night “I’m going to rock my socks off” admission.  UPSIDE.  The show also offers “late night shows.”  DOWNSIDE.  These shows have a separate admission cost.

3) Amberland XI, Memorial Day Weekend, Cherokee Farms, GA

The PartyBlog’s favorite music festival returns, featuring six sets by Perpetual Groove.  Forget that “PGroove” doesn’t get the recognition it deserves.  Amberland is their annual coming out party when “PGroove” for three days, becomes the biggest, baddest band in the U.S.  Reunited with their former keyboardist, Matt McDonald, this year is primed to be one for the ages.  The theme this year based on Penguins!  So you will certainly see many images reflecting that theme.  Additionally, there will be costume parties and much hilarity had by all.  A description of the event is available here:

In depth details available here:

and tickets are available here:

At $75 bucks per ticket (still available for a limited time) you can’t beat this deal.  Furthermore, this festival really may change your life for the better, make you love nature, realize how tenuous our time on this planet is, and make you want to fight to protect it for a better tomorrow.


Drunk Saturday, 2012

PARTY UPDATE — Yes Party People, tomorrow is the day before Mother’s Day, meaning, if you are in Philadelphia, it is Drunk Saturday Time.  Drunk Saturday is the PartyBlog’s favorite bar crawl.  Here’s the itinerary from the Organizer himself:

Irish Pub 2-5
Oh Sheas 4:30-7
Drinkers/Noche 6:30-12
Kite & Key 11:30-2

Giddy up!

PartyBlog’s Abridged Recount of Drunk Saturday 2011:

Cavanaugh’s Rittenhouse is crowded with a mass of humanity in red shirts designed in Phillies colors with the P upside down as a d and the shirt reads drunk saturday. Names and numbers on the back of shirts read “Updog,” “da robbie bears,” a guy much bigger than I am has a shirt that says “Polish Princess.” “Updog” sees me from the other end of the bar waives me over, and greets me with a shot of tequilla. Uhhh…struggling to get it down, as “Updog” polishes it off nicely, wipes his chin and declares, “That’s how it’s done.” The shot stays down and “it gets a litttle crazy,” aka Sully smacks me on the face and yells, “Where the fuck you been Ike?”  Ike is my Drunk Saturday name which I acquired last month when I bumped into these guys drinking outside of at Parc Rittenhouse on the first nice day of the year.   I was like, okay, I’ll stick around for one but then I have to go to work.  Hours later “Noodle,” aka The Organizer had almost made his way through  through 8 of the 9 specialty drinks on the cocktail menu but at no. 9, “The Hawaiian Banana” he hits a wall.  A large amalgam of half drank wines and beers are spread across the table.  For some reason these guys are calling me Ike.   “Up dog” aka Aikman is stopping every girl who walks by and sniffing at them and saying, “You smell that?”  Most agree out of politeness or the illusion of suggestion, “Yes, something does smell funny…”  He says, “You smell that?  Up dog, smells like up dog…”  They inevitably fall for it, “What’s up dog?”  “I don’t know DAWG, what up with you?” Aikman yells at one of the variously scantily clad women as the entire table of starts laughing and once they are gone he yells, “Blue Set BLUE!” because after all, today on the first day of Spring he is called Aikman for a reason due to his uncanny resemblance to Troy Aikman.  By now we’ve all forgotten Updog’s tale of traveling that weekend in an airport and getting frisked in the air port security line for having a blade in his bag that he claimed wasn’t there when he packed his suitcase.  I suspect that Updog’s tale is a tall one, yet this is the life we lead in corporate America, traveling from town to town, various airports without ever having the chance to rest, and the possibility is there that a blade gets slipped in or that we believe the story in a post-Tyler Durden-esque, post-Sept. 11 world.  “Blue Set Blue, I’m gonna get you Ike Reese.” He yells at me.  “Why am I Ike Reese?”  “Because your tackling is as suspect as your drinking.”   Noodle has given up on the last drink and Updog starts pouring everything on the table into Noodle’s “Hawaiian Banana” a poor excuse for a Mai Thai with 99 Bananas added to the mix .  “Finish this drink and you can come party with us at the shore house.”  The drink is purple and it smells bad, but when partying with new people, hazing is to be expected, no welcomed, because if you’re not getting hazed it means they don’t really like you, or at least, you have to try to impress with stupidity, because if you fail, you may never get another chance.   It’s a dominance thing.  Although I almost finish it in a swig, it’s too gross, the gag reflex kicks in.   Updog continues, See Ike, I knew you couldn’t drink…offer is rescinded.

Zero Chances I’m Sober

Yes, although I have arrived late, Drunk Saturday has started, and I quickly grab a beer from the bartender, who is only serving bud, budlight and lager at the discounted price of three dollars. “Uhhh, do u have any hoppy beers?” “Yeah, she wrly says, we have an ipa.” “Sounds good. Ill take one of those.” “Okay. Three bucks.” Ahh the sweet feeling of belonging, a drunk saturday miracle…Work is done it’s time to party.  “Updog” yells at one of the dressed red shirts, tuck your shirt in nerd.

So after 9 pm. An hour past the halfway point of drunk Saturday, 2011,  a six dollar Drinker’s burrito and 80 oz of beers in, I’m starting to feel part of the party.

Thriller comes on around 10:30, which has been wildly popular since Micheal’s death, in the crowded bar that is Drinkers, and the whole place has turned into a dance party. I haven’t moved around the bar for hours, but have stayed standing by leaning on my chair and shaking my butt, but it is hard with a broken foot.  Two weeks ago, I’d gotten in a fight outside of Encore, a guido nightclub in old city, for calling a guy’s girlfriend mannish.  All I had done was ask for a smoke.  Instead of being polite, she started yelling expletives at me for wearing a sweater that read “NYC” on the front:
(Outside of Club Encore, Old City, the nicest neighborhood in Philly where people get shot)
Don’t you know this is Philly!  Get the Fuck out of here with that shirt! I bet you have never even been to New York! (instead of responding I divert) “Oh clearly someone has a fine grasp of the English language, limited to monosylabic threats and curses…”  Hey asshole, go fuck yourself…My brother Zeek who is next to me soon chimes in and tells her to fuck herself instead, which prompts her diminutive boyfriend to step in and say:
“Hey, you guys better cut it out, or else your gonna get your asses kicked.  I got all these dudes around here.  You fags better go over there.”  And he points towards the corner of Second and Chestnut.
(In response) — You fags go over there.
Confused, having heard what he just said, he responds “No, I said you fags go over there…”
“Yes,” I respond, “You, fag, and you, fag,” (pointing to his girlfriend) “go over there.”
(Party Note: PartyBlog is against the “f” word.  It is never party appropriate.  Thus what ensues.)
He and his friends quickly jump me.  Seven guys are tackling me into the street as I go over a trashcan.  Stumbling but with superhuman adrenalin-inspired strength I get back to my feet, about to swing, but  suddenly cops surround.  Not worth continuing the fight due to the risk of detention, all the culprits run away and into the adjacent bar (they are likely regulars, know the bouncers, or sell steroids to the clientele).  My shoe is in a pile of trash, left foot hurts, but because of the adrenalin I can still walk on it.  The juice of fighting is pumping through my veins and I want to lay chase after these seven Jersey thugs, but neither club will let us in, so my brother Zeek and I go to Buffalo Billiards, hand the bartender bills with traces of scabs and blood from my hands scuffed up from the sidewalk, and the next day my left ankle proves to be fractured.

Scab Hand

(PARTY TIP: This is why, partypeople, when partying, be very careful, and remember that Jersey Trash are not like normal human beings, they are like caged up animals and when they get out, these guidos simply look for fights, that is their goal, and this is why drinking at night can be rife with dangers.  Be smart, stay coherent, and WALK AWAY FROM FIGHTS!)
(Back to Drunk Saturday)
Drinking is the opposite of time warp. Its like time zap. Time moves faster, not slower, pushing u into the future at light speed, screaming at light speed, and finally u understand the meaning of Drunk Saturday, and why it’s like Christmas for all whom attend. Because there are people in your life that u love, like your mother, or your brother, or maybe some random new drunk friend at the bar. Drunk Saturday is an excuse to get together, everybody just getting together again, and this is why people even meet and start dating on Drunk Saturday, maybe even getting married eventually.  Because Drunk Sat not an excuse to party, its an excuse to be alive.  This is the day before Mother’s Day, baby, so it’s time to be happy and celebrate life, think about those whom we love, and cherish existence.  A young brunette is smirking at me so I hop over on one foot to to talk to her, and make some awkward joke about a sex change operation, or how I’m waiting on mine, or her’s certainly looks better than mine is going to, and she shakes her head, confused, but smiles back politely.  Although I’ve totally blown my chances, it’s fine, doesn’t matter.  This is Drunk Saturday.  You can say whatever you want…The bar is starting to thin out and I realize I haven’t even been upstairs to Noche.  I try hobbling up the stairs to Noche on me crutches, but soon Noddle is running down, saying it’s time to go to Kite & Key — across town we go…
With two bars, the Noche-Drinkers establishment makes every other bar in the city with premium real estate look stupid for not having an upstairs.  Just as I make it back down the stairs, thinking that this bar is amazing for treating drunk kids like kids with copious amounts of money that will spend it all with just a touch of sensitivity (mainly because when you are injured everyone is nice to you), as I walk outside a guy named “Ben” gets grabbed by the bouncer and thrown on the ground. I hobble over to him, oh too familiar of what happens when someone gets into a fight with a bouncer…

His flip flops are laying on the ground as Ben is livid, screaming, having been pushed down by the bouncer, a man larger than he, who could easily snap his neck if such motivated. The level of calm by the large black bouncer is a subtle insult towards Ben’s loud and angry protest. His buddy Drew quickly comes to the rescue and pulls Ben away.   As I balance on my crutches to grab his flippy floppies and crutch towards him, too aware of the repercussions should it escalate, I remind Ben of the Fourth Party Rule – Always be nice to bouncers…they can make or break your party… 

Luckily, Ben doesn’t have a broken nose, cracked skull, or worse, just a bit of a scare…he is black out drunk but Drew is talking him down, doing a good job, convincing Ben to walk away and fight another day.

A fine cabby stops for the cripple standing in the middle of the road. I hop in. Hey man, how’s it going? Pretty good. I can’t complain. Yeah man, I feel you…I don’t understand how you deal with drunk people all the time…I couldn’t do it. Yes, it takes patience. Certainly patience. I have only been driving for about a year though. But I don’t mind. I used to work at the Sunoco on Walnut, you know it?  I got laid off last year as a manager.
No way, I respond…You know what? I hate Sunoco. My brother Zeek used to date the daughter of their CEO of shipping and then she broke up with him to date my best friend.
Wow. She sounds. Like a bitch.
Yes! She is!
You’re the best man of their wedding!
Hahaha, not really…well she’s not going to marry either of them. She broke my best friend’s heart just recently too, you know that?
“See, they’ll both be better.  Everything happens for a reason man. I hated working there. Now I make five times as much driving a cab.”

CINCO DE MAYO – Big Weekend in Partytown, USA (AKA PHILLY)

Confusion got you down on what to do for Cinco de Mayo? Not to worry party people, but Partyboygeezy is here to keep you informed on what’s going on in Partytown, USA this weekend (aka Philly).

  • May 4 (First Friday) – It is Spring time in Philly, so you know what that means, partypeople – First Fridays are guaranteed to be hopping and good times.  Head down to 2nd street and be sure to walk around and enjoy the open galleries, improptu drum circles, and street artists selling their wares outside.
  1. My favorite street artists who can be regularly seen hanging around include Northington Massaro  (and his wannabe series, see link below)
  2. And Kevin J. Cooper  whose expressionist paintings on glass I find to be particularly enticing, such as this organically-stylized painting rendering derivatives of the “Dead” bear:

Courtesy of Kevin J. Cooper - Buy this guy's stuff so he can go see Further's last run in 2012



  • Sunday is the Broad Street Run, so there should be a good party down at the Stadium on Sunday to see the run and to enjoy the basketball playoff game at that same time.  Head down around noon to enjoy the festivities or see some sports action at the Xfinity Center (if of course you survive Saturday…)