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:Â 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 Â 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:Â 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:Â 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.