the lord appeared to me in my sleep last night. i had a dream we were back at the VH concert and they were playing 3 sets (?). so in between the first and second set we went down to my car to get beer and bring it up to the suite (ok, so none of this makes any sense yet). but they took a really short break and went back on when we were down at the stage level, so me and my friends stopped and started watch the show down there, we just happenned to be right next to the stage on the floor. they started playing A.F.U. from OU812 and sammy was running around like a madman and running into the crowd and back and forth on the floor. finally he came to our side and ran a little bit up the steps right next to me...so i just start yelling "CABO WABO! CABO WABO!" (it was the only thing i could think to say) so he comes down and gives me a hearty handshake and says "I know you! cabomaster tough nuts. Cabo Wabo. YES! NICE!" (sounds uncannily like something LordSammyBot would say) and gets back onstage!
Once again, like my dream a few months ago, it seemed that Sammy knew of the cabomasters and was grateful for the work we do. i know this will one day be true.
on a semi-related note, on my way to boston last weekend, it was a fucking hell-tour drive. i was in fucking connecticut for 3.5 hours. it sucked. anyway, in hour 7 of my drive, i was nearing my destination but was angry and ready to kill. so i'm flipping through the stations and what do i hear but "CABO WABO"!!!!! how fucking often do you hear THAT on the radio? fucking never! it was surely a sign from the Lord saying "be strong, cabomaster. you can make it. and if you do, i will reward you!" and he DID...with that tequila bar in boston!!! sammy saves.
THANK YOU SAMMY!!!
comment here.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Monday, June 21, 2004
THE RETURN OF CONVERSIONS!
man, it's been a while, but i made THREE conversions in the past week. we'll start with the ones last saturday. i was up in boston filling on bass with some band. saturday afternoon i'm walking around boston bored as fuck and i run into the drummer and guitar player from the band, so we walk around a little more and i say "well, it's time to get trashed, i'm going into this tex-mex bar." they had to go get some shit but said they'd be down in a bit!
so i get down to this place (it's in the basement), and i had sort of investigated it from the outside a little earlier while i was looking for lunch but figured it was just another touristy, generic mexican place. man was i fucking wrong! i go in and sit down at the bar and order up a pacifico (which, right there, is major points that they have it!) then i look straight ahead and stare at one of the best tequila selections i've seen on the east coast (#1 would be that tequilas place where we went for tequila night, but this was not far behind). of COURSE, they have cabo. but not just cabo wabo reposado. they had cabo wabo blanco, reposado AND anejo! fucking awesome. what else? don julio blanco and reposado. herradura seleccion suprema ($35 shot). chinaco, corazon, cazadores...a bunch of shit i can't remember. and, much to my delight, the cuervo was tucked away on the bottom shelf practically hidden behind the register! JUSTICE!
at this moment, i'm thinking "ok, there goes all of my earnings from this weekend" and proceed to order a shot of cabo reposado. then the drummer shows up and we start talking and it turns out he's a tequila fan, but had not tried the cabo wabo. i convince him to get a shot and he enjoys it immensely! and orders another! conversion #1.
the guitar player shows up and HE too is an uninitiated tequila fan! so he takes a look at the tequila list and orders up the cabo wabo anejo! conversion #2! with ease.
luckily, the club we played at that night was right across from this place, so in between sets me and the drummer went over there and did cabo shots. fucking SUCCESS!!!!!
the other conversion took place at the van hagar show that the cabomistress and i went to see last wednesday (i'll post full details, well...what i remember, of that tomorrow). i've been trying to convert the drummer from my old band over to cabo for like a year now. he means well, but he is the typical uneducated convert-to-be. he always e-mails me about how he goes to chilis or don pablos and gets thir house margaritas and how awesome they are. and i fucking yell at him for being a fucking screwhead dolt and try to tell him that cabo is the way, and if he doesn't change his ways soon, he will not be rewarded by lord hagar in the afterlife! so after a year of missed opportunities, i decide what better place to perform a conversion than in the parking lot outside a van hagar concert?
this was a last minute decision, so preparation was frantic. i had to go home, buy cabo (with money i don't have), buy limes and get ice. then i squeezed the limes into a plastic water bottle, put that, the cabo, the marnier, the curacao and the martini glasses, shot glass and shaker in the cooler and be on my way in under an hour. traffic blew (as traffic always does. death to all). picked up the cabomistress and headed to the venue. parked. my friend was running late, so me and the cabomistress enjoyed round #1 of the waboritas (and round #s 1 & 2 of cabo shots). he shows up so i get out of the car (oh, it's raining) and start to make the waboritas out of my trunk. a crowd gathers to catch a glimpse of a cabomaster in action...sort of like houdini escaping from a tank or some shit! my friend couldn't believe the proportions of tequila to lime. i told him "there's more fucking tequila in this than in those bullshit 40oz margaritas that those fuckshits make for you at chilis." and then i yelled at the gathered crowd "YOU ARE THE REASON THAT THERE IS TRAFFIC! MAY SAMMY STRIKE YOU DOWN FROM ABOVE!" my friend takes the first sip, the rain ceases, the clouds part and a beam of light shines down from above to where i am standing. a voice booms "thank you my son. thank you for spreading my word. you will be fully repaid in the afterlife."
my friend is converted and declares the waborita the greatest drink he's ever tasted!
we then proceeded to get superfuckingtrashed!
comment here.
so i get down to this place (it's in the basement), and i had sort of investigated it from the outside a little earlier while i was looking for lunch but figured it was just another touristy, generic mexican place. man was i fucking wrong! i go in and sit down at the bar and order up a pacifico (which, right there, is major points that they have it!) then i look straight ahead and stare at one of the best tequila selections i've seen on the east coast (#1 would be that tequilas place where we went for tequila night, but this was not far behind). of COURSE, they have cabo. but not just cabo wabo reposado. they had cabo wabo blanco, reposado AND anejo! fucking awesome. what else? don julio blanco and reposado. herradura seleccion suprema ($35 shot). chinaco, corazon, cazadores...a bunch of shit i can't remember. and, much to my delight, the cuervo was tucked away on the bottom shelf practically hidden behind the register! JUSTICE!
at this moment, i'm thinking "ok, there goes all of my earnings from this weekend" and proceed to order a shot of cabo reposado. then the drummer shows up and we start talking and it turns out he's a tequila fan, but had not tried the cabo wabo. i convince him to get a shot and he enjoys it immensely! and orders another! conversion #1.
the guitar player shows up and HE too is an uninitiated tequila fan! so he takes a look at the tequila list and orders up the cabo wabo anejo! conversion #2! with ease.
luckily, the club we played at that night was right across from this place, so in between sets me and the drummer went over there and did cabo shots. fucking SUCCESS!!!!!
the other conversion took place at the van hagar show that the cabomistress and i went to see last wednesday (i'll post full details, well...what i remember, of that tomorrow). i've been trying to convert the drummer from my old band over to cabo for like a year now. he means well, but he is the typical uneducated convert-to-be. he always e-mails me about how he goes to chilis or don pablos and gets thir house margaritas and how awesome they are. and i fucking yell at him for being a fucking screwhead dolt and try to tell him that cabo is the way, and if he doesn't change his ways soon, he will not be rewarded by lord hagar in the afterlife! so after a year of missed opportunities, i decide what better place to perform a conversion than in the parking lot outside a van hagar concert?
this was a last minute decision, so preparation was frantic. i had to go home, buy cabo (with money i don't have), buy limes and get ice. then i squeezed the limes into a plastic water bottle, put that, the cabo, the marnier, the curacao and the martini glasses, shot glass and shaker in the cooler and be on my way in under an hour. traffic blew (as traffic always does. death to all). picked up the cabomistress and headed to the venue. parked. my friend was running late, so me and the cabomistress enjoyed round #1 of the waboritas (and round #s 1 & 2 of cabo shots). he shows up so i get out of the car (oh, it's raining) and start to make the waboritas out of my trunk. a crowd gathers to catch a glimpse of a cabomaster in action...sort of like houdini escaping from a tank or some shit! my friend couldn't believe the proportions of tequila to lime. i told him "there's more fucking tequila in this than in those bullshit 40oz margaritas that those fuckshits make for you at chilis." and then i yelled at the gathered crowd "YOU ARE THE REASON THAT THERE IS TRAFFIC! MAY SAMMY STRIKE YOU DOWN FROM ABOVE!" my friend takes the first sip, the rain ceases, the clouds part and a beam of light shines down from above to where i am standing. a voice booms "thank you my son. thank you for spreading my word. you will be fully repaid in the afterlife."
my friend is converted and declares the waborita the greatest drink he's ever tasted!
we then proceeded to get superfuckingtrashed!
comment here.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)