The SIA Party StoryBy Justin Leveille • Feb 4th, 2013 • Category: Event Coverage, Features, Latest
For years I have heard tales of the debauchery associated with SIA. After experiencing it first hand, I will say that no story prepared me for the level of partying that ensued this weekend. Heading to Colorado with a list of ten things I had to do, I was one part scared, two parts stoked about my first SIA. I’ll disclaim now that I did not get everything on THIS LIST. But I got most of them, and added my own flare. Equipped with just an iphone and a little over one hundred bucks, i embarked on the journey. Let’s begin, shall we?
12:41 pm: Brooke gives me $100 dollars for the entire trip. I predict it will last me at least 20 minutes.
8:07 pm: Arrive in Denver. We go to Little India. The waitress spills a russian mule on me and apologizes by telling me I will get a kiss from a Russian. I ask her if she is Russian. She tells me no, but says i’m cute. It doesn’t make up for the fact that she fucked up my manhattan. Brooke makes me pay for my food with the per diem she just gave me.
11:00 pm: As if this was any suprise, I check legal weed off the list first.
11:30 pm: Signed a tit! I had to explain that if i didn’t write both names, it wouldn’t count.
12:07 am: “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Officially more stoked than ever on my soulcation tattoo.
12:25 am: NUT BOMBS AWAY!
12:34 am: The guy who I nut-bombed catches wind of the photo and attempts to fight me. The bouncer puts him in a headlock and carries him outside.
2:00 am: Kick it at The Shag until they kick us out.
2:30 am: I think the Irish Snug was closed but they served us anyway.
DAY ONE DOWN, BUT THE SHOW HASN’T EVEN STARTED, KEEP READING!