So I posted on Facebook the other day that I had my first puker in the Jeep. You’ll find that story further down. You can also wander over to [Ride Share Life] to see it over there. But first, we ventured down to Art Prize last week. Or maybe it was the week before. It’s all been blending together. Here’s some of the photos i took.
Art Prize was ok this year but I really feel like other years have been better. It will be interesting to see what the switch to every other year for Grand Rapids will bring. I was kind of excited about this because I thought it would bring even more people to Grand Rapids, but then I found out that it’s not really going to be every other year. In the years that it’s not in GR, it’s going to be in Dallas TX. I can’t seem to actually VERIFY that on the ArtPrize website, but I only skimmed it as that’s just too much to ask. On one hand, it could be good because being in a different part of the country will greatly increase the exposure that Art Prize gets and thusly increasing the entries in each city. On the other hand, it could cannibalize the number of entries that would come here. It remains to be seen what will happen.
So I finally had my first puker the other night while driving. I knew it was going to be an interesting ride just by the fist 30 seconds of the guy getting into the car. He gets in and, immediately, while his three companions are getting in the car he starts telling me that we’re going to bring him to his apartment and he’s going to prepare a drink and then we’re going to go to the Hookah Lounge on Fulton. He is, of course, 3 sheets to the wind at this point so it’s hard for me to exactly understand what he is asking of me. Finally his three companions have gotten themselves into the back seat. The one directly behind me decides that in order to convince me to bring them to the guys house and then bring them to the Hookah Lounge she’s going to start flirting with me. She starts going on and on as I’m driving telling me how cute I am, and how my pink shirt brings out my eye color. At this point the guy is on his cellphone talking to somebody rather loudly, the girl is behind me is trying to smother me in affection, the girl in the back middle is loudly telling me that this is Grand Rapids and nobody follows the rules when driving, and the girl in the back passenger side is starting to say roll down the window I’m hot, roll the down the window I’m hot, over and over. Now this — this is where I went wrong. The warning signs were right in front of me. Flashing in front of my eyes like a big bright neon sign. Flashing saying “roll down the window”. But of all the voices in the Jeep at that moment, hers was drowned out. We pull up to the apartment and the guy in the front seat starts pestering me again about bringing his drinks with them to the Hookah Lounge. I’m letting him know that I’ll be more than happy to bring them to the Hookah Lounge, but there would be no drinks coming along for the ride. At this point I start to hear the dreaded sound. I turn around, and the girl that was hollering for the window to be rolled down because she’s hot, is in the back seat puking all over the door, the window, outside the door, and all over the seat. She finally got out, turned around and puked on the outside of the door. Meanwhile dude decides he’s done with it all and tells me to forget going to Hookah Lounge. The middle girl gets out leaving me and the crazy girl that was sitting behind me in the car. Amazingly, she’s still trying to get me to bring them to the Hookah Lounge. I’m like, “dude… your friend literally just puked all over my car. My night’s done, I’m going home.” At this point she’s telling me that the dude is rich and he’ll pay for the cleaning if we bring them. I chuckled to myself, because ya… he was going to pay alright. Finally I got them all outta the Jeep and headed home to get the car cleaned as much as I could at that time of night (2:15am) and take pictures of the damages and send it in to Uber. By the time I woke up, Uber had already charged the guy and forwarded it on to me. Fun times.
I’m almost finished with my re(re)watch of Enterprise. I’ve got to say, after having watched almost all of it again, that I really enjoyed this series. It does get rolling rather slow, and the time travel shtick in the first 2 seasons feels rather over used. But then the last 2 seasons roll out and man, it’s good. Currently playing as I’m typing this, I just finished up part 1 of the Terra Prime stuff. After I finish Enterprise I’m gonna have to catch up on Walking dead seeing as Rick’s last episode was tonight or last night. Gonna have to see what that’s all about.
Anyways I suppose I should probably go to bed since it’s somehow reached 4am.
So I posted on Facebook the other day that I had my first puker in the Jeep. You’ll find that story further down. You can also wander over to [Ride Share Life] to see it over there. But first, we ventured down to Art Prize last week. Or maybe it was the week before. It’s all been blending together. Here’s some of the photos i took.
Art Prize was ok this year but I really feel like other years have been better. It will be interesting to see what the switch to every other year for Grand Rapids will bring. I was kind of excited about this because I thought it would bring even more people to Grand Rapids, but then I found out that it’s not really going to be every other year. In the years that it’s not in GR, it’s going to be in Dallas TX. I can’t seem to actually VERIFY that on the ArtPrize website, but I only skimmed it as that’s just too much to ask. On one hand, it could be good because being in a different part of the country will greatly increase the exposure that Art Prize gets and thusly increasing the entries in each city. On the other hand, it could cannibalize the number of entries that would come here. It remains to be seen what will happen.
So I finally had my first puker the other night while driving. I knew it was going to be an interesting ride just by the fist 30 seconds of the guy getting into the car. He gets in and, immediately, while his three companions are getting in the car he starts telling me that we’re going to bring him to his apartment and he’s going to prepare a drink and then we’re going to go to the Hookah Lounge on Fulton. He is, of course, 3 sheets to the wind at this point so it’s hard for me to exactly understand what he is asking of me. Finally his three companions have gotten themselves into the back seat. The one directly behind me decides that in order to convince me to bring them to the guys house and then bring them to the Hookah Lounge she’s going to start flirting with me. She starts going on and on as I’m driving telling me how cute I am, and how my pink shirt brings out my eye color. At this point the guy is on his cellphone talking to somebody rather loudly, the girl is behind me is trying to smother me in affection, the girl in the back middle is loudly telling me that this is Grand Rapids and nobody follows the rules when driving, and the girl in the back passenger side is starting to say roll down the window I’m hot, roll the down the window I’m hot, over and over. Now this — this is where I went wrong. The warning signs were right in front of me. Flashing in front of my eyes like a big bright neon sign. Flashing saying “roll down the window”. But of all the voices in the Jeep at that moment, hers was drowned out. We pull up to the apartment and the guy in the front seat starts pestering me again about bringing his drinks with them to the Hookah Lounge. I’m letting him know that I’ll be more than happy to bring them to the Hookah Lounge, but there would be no drinks coming along for the ride. At this point I start to hear the dreaded sound. I turn around, and the girl that was hollering for the window to be rolled down because she’s hot, is in the back seat puking all over the door, the window, outside the door, and all over the seat. She finally got out, turned around and puked on the outside of the door. Meanwhile dude decides he’s done with it all and tells me to forget going to Hookah Lounge. The middle girl gets out leaving me and the crazy girl that was sitting behind me in the car. Amazingly, she’s still trying to get me to bring them to the Hookah Lounge. I’m like, “dude… your friend literally just puked all over my car. My night’s done, I’m going home.” At this point she’s telling me that the dude is rich and he’ll pay for the cleaning if we bring them. I chuckled to myself, because ya… he was going to pay alright. Finally I got them all outta the Jeep and headed home to get the car cleaned as much as I could at that time of night (2:15am) and take pictures of the damages and send it in to Uber. By the time I woke up, Uber had already charged the guy and forwarded it on to me. Fun times.
I’m almost finished with my re(re)watch of Enterprise. I’ve got to say, after having watched almost all of it again, that I really enjoyed this series. It does get rolling rather slow, and the time travel shtick in the first 2 seasons feels rather over used. But then the last 2 seasons roll out and man, it’s good. Currently playing as I’m typing this, I just finished up part 1 of the Terra Prime stuff. After I finish Enterprise I’m gonna have to catch up on Walking dead seeing as Rick’s last episode was tonight or last night. Gonna have to see what that’s all about.
Anyways I suppose I should probably go to bed since it’s somehow reached 4am.
So today’s story is straight from the horror books. I’m not sure I’ve felt as much terror in quite some time as I did last night. I thought I was going to end up in an episode of American Horror Story Cult or something. Let me tell you a story about how I ended up in the middle of the woods at 5am in the morning.
So I get a request about 10 to 20 minutes after 4am for a pickup out in Middleville. I thought about not taking it because of how far away it was, but i figured heck with it and accepted. So I begin my trek out to Middleville, a place I’d never been to before. It was a nice little jaunt out there with little to no traffic on the roads due to the time of day. I approach the road that my “pax” as the lingo refers to passengers and that’s when the strange things start to happen. The road I was on was a 45 so I was cruising along at 50 with my brights on of course. As I’m cruising along I roll past a random guy stumbling down the road. He didn’t appear to be in any trouble and there was houses all up and down this road along with corn fields pretty much right up to the road, so I continued on. As I’m driving on, I come upon several more random people walking down the side of the road and starting to move into the road. I start slowing down because at this point I’m bewildered as to why I’m coming across so many people at this time (around 5am). I’m starting to worry as to what’s going on, and when I thought it couldn’t get any stranger, people start walking out of the corn fields. Now, I’m full on weirded out and wondering exactly what’s going on. I’m thinking Children of the Corn type stuff or American Horror story cult. I finally reach my destination and pull into the driveway of this place.
As you can see in the above video I’m clueless as to what’s going on. The person I’m supposed to be picking up is not readily visible, but there are random people milling about. Many of them either stop and stare at me and then continue on without acknowledging me or saying anything. Most of them just wandered around without even looking at me or acknowledging my presence at all. All this going on and I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes for “Tyler” as we will call him. Finally a random dude comes up to me and asks me who I’m waiting for. I told him that I was waiting for a person named “Tyler”. He informed me that he would go and try to find this person. So he walks away to find “Tyler”, and I continue to sit in driveway of this house / something else and just when I didn’t think I could be anymore scared it got worse. I started hearing singing from somewhere in the forest.
So lets go over the checklist. Random people milling about the road? Check. Randoms walking out the corn fields? Check. Random lights and and an “Enter” sign? Check. Me about to crap myself? Check. Finally dude comes back and tells me that he can’t find “Tyler”. However, he informs me that he’s found a group of 4 people that have been trying to find a ride back to Grand Rapids, for a couple of hours. They come over and ask if then can get a ride back. So I cancel “Tylers” ride and they request a pickup and sure enough it comes to me since I’m right next to them. They all pile into the Jeep and we back out of the driveway. I turn and look at the guy sitting in the passenger front seat and I’m like Ok dude. Now that we’re outta there, what in the balls is going on in middleville in the middle of the woods at 5am in the morning?!?
They all have a hearty laugh as I explain to them what I’ve been through trying to get to this place. Come to find out, after they explained it to me, it is a music festival. Apparently some dude likes Electric Forest so much that he puts on this show every year after EF is all done. This year apparently it’s got so big he actually got permits and did it up bigger than ever. I tried to google this EDM music event but I couldn’t find anything in my initial search. I might spend some more time later trying to find this festival but I’m sure I’ll get bored of it and not.
That’s my story about how I thought I was going to be dead in the middle of nowhere.
Today’s story involves a couple of guys that I picked up at the start of my day. But first, let me go back a few steps and explain how I begin most of my shifts.
When I head out, if it’s before 8pm then I always go get a car wash and vacuum everything out. Front, back, and trunk. I wipe down the seats with lemon cleaner wipes and make sure everything’s nice and clean. If I think that I’m not going to make it out before 8pm (that’s when the car wash closes), then I will do it at the end of my shift so either way, at the beginning the Jeep is nice and cleaned.
Today’s story involves a couple of guys that I picked up at the start of my day. But first, let me go back a few steps and explain how I begin most of my shifts.
When I head out, if it’s before 8pm then I always go get a car wash and vacuum everything out. Front, back, and trunk. I wipe down the seats with lemon cleaner wipes and make sure everything’s nice and clean. If I think that I’m not going to make it out before 8pm (that’s when the car wash closes), then I will do it at the end of my shift so either way, at the beginning the Jeep is nice and cleaned.
I had a pickup over in the Eastown area tonight so I headed over to the pickup on Ethel street. I pulled up to the house and there was several people outside on the porch steps drinking and smoking pot (from the smell of it.) The girl sauntered outside with the swagger of a 100 shots of liquor and up to my Jeep. She struggled to open the door to the point that I almost got out to open the door for her. She gets in, and immediately she asks about my car freshener and tells me if she throws up it’s because of that and not because she’s drunk, while she’s frantically rolling the window down as quickly as possible. Like, she literally said that. So i told her what kind it was as I pulled it out of the vent grill and set it aside on the odd chance it was really true. She then informs me that yes, she’s definitely allergic to that brand and she’s definitely going to puke because of it. I started off towards her house because it wasn’t very far away, only about 5 minutes. She spent the entire time assuring me that she wasn’t drunk and that it was the air fresher, even after I assured her I had removed it.
Sure, Girl.
Thankfully we arrived puke free and my puke free streak holds.
I had a pickup over in the Eastown area tonight so I headed over to the pickup on Ethel street. I pulled up to the house and there was several people outside on the porch steps drinking and smoking pot (from the smell of it.) The girl sauntered outside with the swagger of a 100 shots of liquor and up to my Jeep. She struggled to open the door to the point that I almost got out to open the door for her. She gets in, and immediately she asks about my car freshener and tells me if she throws up it’s because of that and not because she’s drunk, while she’s frantically rolling the window down as quickly as possible. Like, she literally said that. So i told her what kind it was as I pulled it out of the vent grill and set it aside on the odd chance it was really true. She then informs me that yes, she’s definitely allergic to that brand and she’s definitely going to puke because of it. I started off towards her house because it wasn’t very far away, only about 5 minutes. She spent the entire time assuring me that she wasn’t drunk and that it was the air fresher, even after I assured her I had removed it.
Sure, Girl.
Thankfully we arrived puke free and my puke free streak holds.
