Last Thursday the US Air Guitar Championships rolled through SF and sold out the Independent. They asked me along with Jennifer Merz of The Weekly and Marc Hawthorne of The Onion to judge like we did last year. We sat up in the balcony, flashed our scores, heckled the participants, got booed and at the end were called out by the MC and the crowd to put our air guitar where our air guitaring mouth was and perform our own air guitar on stage... Jennifer and Marc wussed out and the shots of Fernet spoke. I called them out to the crowd. "You guys remember that Fecal Face has more balls than The Onion and the Weekly" (well Jennifer and Marc of both publications) and I made my way through the crowd to make an ass of myself. But learned afterward I performed quite well actually.

Me air guitaring with some Danzig... The crowd wanted a judge to perform and it was I (assisted by Fernet, of course) who had the balls (or stupidity) to make a complete ass of themself...

The winner who us judges picked to represent SF in New York to compete for the US championships... The winner of the US competition goes onto Finland for the world championships... Last year the SF champ went on to win the us finals but lost to Japan in Finland. Sorry to say that I don't think the dude we picked this year is going to win much more.... Last year's contestants were just better. Maybe next year?

backstage dudes were getting all excited/ pumped up fake rock star like for the big performance. I drank free beers.

This is Kriston Rucker- co founder of the thing... i was already drunk and babbling away about something.

Marc Hawthorne's tux outfit didn't win over the crowd.

Jennifer Merz from the Weekly

Go to this tomorrow.

Fuck, there's a lot of people. "I'll have a double shot of Fernet please".

After the first round of judging we were whisked away to the tour van for pee pee time. I felt like a kindergartner as I've never been taken to the bathroom in a group since then.

Then the second round happened. We judged, were booed, I air guitared and then this dude won.

and we drank even more at The Page...

and this massive fire broke out down the street.

and back to the Page to see the winner reaping his rewards of being a champ... he didn't thank me for getting him laid!! If we didn't pick him to win, he'd be nursing his beer at the bar and going home solo!

The rest are randomness.

The next day we went and seeked out a brother for Poo, but since Poo's bladder is fucked up, we're going to wait. One sick cat is enough.

Dinner Parties in the backyard

took Jesse and Jane out on the boat

and had the family over for some Maryland Blue Crabs, but this time we ordered them over the internet straight from the Chesapeake all alive and everything.

Although something like 14 of them died somewhere over the USA in a Fedex plane.

Before

and after

Went and saw Dodo Bird play at the Bottom of the Hill. So good as always.

And visited the Nightowlcoholic at his work- Thee Parkside.

I love Jay's Cheesesteaks. They also have a nice Sirron Norris mural who Mars, Ferris Plock, and Nome got in on.

Back on the water to BBQ with The Mission Yacht Club where other young peoples get all sailboat together. It's good times... On the way we saw someone sailing the exact same boat that we have... Cool, that's what we look like out there.

Some of the Mission Yacht Club at Treasure Island... We found other young people who are into sailing!!

Saturday BBQ

and nap

Amanda and Steve

Kevin and damn, I forget her name.

Kevin, Kate, and Jessica

Later dudes. See you on the fourth. We'll be there @7am.

Santana 22 number 2 out as well. Hope your trip home wasn't too hectic.

Ours was fucking awesome.

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