Everything is fun in TV Land!

Today Nick and i picked up the organ from restore/homeworks, and it was pretty awesome outside of a few things not working (after my first organ i wasn't surprised). I *was* surprised, however, by the sheer complexity of this organ. It was definitely a world of difference from the other organ in terms of the number of features and the general quality (and it has a leslie built in!). I'm sure it would be a freakin' awesome instrument if it were working %100. A pretty awesome deal for 50 bucks.

After that Dave called and said he was "bored", so we went and picked him up like a hot chick dancing on the pole at Joe's. After he proceeded to perform lap dances for Nick and I (individually, of course), we drove over to the edge of Champaign on Springfield avenue to pick up our (maybe) final TV for the band.

Before we even got there I knew there was something weird about this apartment, because it was labeled "Y3".

Y? Who the hell has a "Y" in their apartment number?

Well, when got there it started to make a little more sense. Sort of.

It was a large complex with multiple buildings, each one marked with a letter of the alphabet. Why they didn't go with the rest of the world and use numbers to mark the buildings is beyond me - but it didn't end there. The buildings were organized in such a manner that "building D" was on the other side of the complex from building "C", and half of the buildings you couldn't recognize because their letters weren't facing the road.

Hmmm. Bad planning. It's probably engineers like Nick and Dave that cause this sort of shit.

So Nick did a half-ass parking job after almost hitting some hippie girl on a bike and then we walked in. Hmmm, that's odd....there are buzzers outside, but the door is unlocked. Oh, well. Then things got really confusing. None of the doors were marked.

"Well, shit. How do we know which one is which?"

"Well, obviously the first one is number one, the second one is number two, and the third one is number three." Dave said.

Following this questionable logic, Dave and I walked up the stairs to the third floor. Nick stayed downstairs, telling us he was going to buzz the 3rd buzzer.

"We'll knock and buzz at the same time and tag-team this shit" I said.

We waited for the buzz, and then I knocked on the door. A moment later Dave and I heard Nick talking to some women downstairs, so we started walking down. As we reached the first floor we realized our mistake: the unmarked doors weren't for apartments - they led to hallways...which led to apartments.

We followed nick into the first apartment on the right and were greeted by a somewhat cozy cream colored living room and kitchen. In the right corner was a flat screen TV on a stand.

"Is it that one?" Dave asked, pointing to the flat screen.

I looked around and saw another TV on the floor.

"No, it's this one" I said, moving over to pick it up.

Then the lady walked out with a THIRD TV, this one even bigger than the one I was about to pick up. I handed her the 10 dollar bill, told her thanks, and then we walked on out - Nick carrying the TV, Dave just walking, and me holding the cable.

As we drove back to my apartment - TV sliding around the back of the truck the whole way - we discussed The Greytones (I like to call them "The Gr8ones") and their current situation.

I knew from the beginning that Garrick was part of the problem - he always was - but I guess what I was trying to find out from Dave was why they weren't fixing that problem (which in my eyes, is the REAL problem). I suggested that they get a new drummer, and he said "we thought about it". He seemed to think that no one in the band was enthusiastic enough to work hard and find a new drummer. He also mentioned that the "downfall" of the gr8ones was one of the reasons he wanted to start Shoelove, which makes sense. Hopefully, we can, in a sense, learn from the gr8ones mistakes.

Dave brought the TV up to my apartment, and we discussed my bike trailer (which is still far from completion). He left with an IBC from our fridge as I told him the story of the stolen DDR mat adapter (quite an exciting tale, if i may say).

He and nick departed and I went back upstairs to check out the TV. It was indeed a little blurry, as advertised on Craig's List. I fixed it later, however, and it didn't require opening the TV or unscrewing anything. I just had to turn a knob....I guess the lady was too lazy to look it up in the manual. Oh well! Her loss, our gain.

I walked outside and saw Cyrus arriving on his bicycle...

"Hey, Cyrus!" I shouted down to him, "You just missed dave!"

"Yeah, he just gave me the middle finger!" he replied.