| Al threw a MASSIVE party at his house and invited all the Stupid Club members. I got my invite and headed over to Al’s house. When I knocked on the door, Al answered with a cheery “Hi!”. He had a buzzcut, and he looked nothing like himself. He told me to follow him, so after I ditched my coat I went with him. He led me into a big room that was filled to the brim with people. The couch was crammed with people, and there was a little bitty space in the very center. Al headed over and squeezed himself into the spot. I started walking around and talking to people-meeting them again for the first time, as it were. We partied for about an hour, then Al stood up. Instantly, the room went quiet. “Guys, I hate to do this, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave…” “Awwwwww!” “…so I can get some sleep and start the new album!” “Yay!” We all grabbed our coats and left in a hurry, eager for Al to get to work. As we left, Al stood by the door and hugged everyone on their way out. Well, my night had suddenly gained some free time. I wandered around Al’s neighborhood for a while, and then I remembered that I had a performance that night! “Crap!” I tore off down the street, eventually ending up at a volcano. I ran all the way up the side and down inside it. I had just made it there on time. I ran to my spot amid the other mellies, picked up my waiting mellophone, and proceeded to play an all-mellie version of My Bologna. After we rehearsed that for a while, we decided to take a break. We all ditched the mellies, sat in a circle, and sang “Magic Kingdom” by Da Vinci’s Notebook. As we finished, the sound system came on and played a punk version of My Bologna. (It sounded really cool.) Suddenly, the floor of the volcano went from ash and rock to ice. As the ice magically appeared, so did a familiar-looking red haired prehistoric lady. Yeah, Wilma Flintstone was on the ice, figure skating. As she did a triple toe loop right above the center of the ice, lava suddenly exploded out from under her. The volcano started to erupt-violently-as we ran for the exits. When we got outside, we all turned around and watched the eruption for about ten minutes. As it slowly stopped erupting, we went back inside. Inside, the lava had cooled to a brownish crust. All of us started playing tag on it. (No, I don’t know what happened to Wilma. I guess she got lavaed.) All I can say is that Al looks a lot better with hair…and My Bologna sounds better on the accordion. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Party at Al's House! 08/30/01 |