Tuesday, August 10, 2004
THE CHALICE
It all started about two monthes ago. I remember it so clearly. It began with an online conversation between Nick and myself. The night before I had been singing the praises of a place called The Brass Armadillo. He asked me what it was, and I told him. It was a store filled to capacity with useless shit that nobody could ever need, but couldn't help but want. He asked me if I wanted to show him where it was, I agreed. As I sat on my computer awaiting his arrival, how could I know that I would soon be sucked into something bigger than I could possibly imagine.As we left his car and walked toward the store, he made his intentions known to me."Dan," he said "I want to buy a chalice, you know, like Lil' John carries around, I wanna be 'that guy.'" Who was I to argue. As we scouered the copntents of the store, we found severeal potentials.Each potential liquid convayance utensil was greeted by a quick jiggle, a resonable fact-simily of an usher/lil john song, and the classic line"I want you to go down to the ghetto and pick me up a set of left handed golf clubs...and a sugar cookie."Chalices were selected and disguarded reclessly. With cotental crushed by better potential, and then being scarapped due to price.This went on for a few hours, and with a clear idea of what he wanted in his head, this magnificent bastard, this visionary, had begun the first step towards the ultimate party gimmick.