Tuesday night we rented a minivan and drove upstate to Drop In Skatepark for a little private sesh. The crew was Todd Jordan, Chris Keeffe, Gino, Igei, Pat, Ben, Carl, Myself, Aaron the intern, Matt Bell, Brian Brown, Jeremy Jordan and crew, plus a few others. Thanks Drop In, see you again soon.

http://www.dqmnewyork.com/images/news_uploads/How to puke in a van full of people.

Bring some drank in a flask that doubles as a blunt carrier.

Consume the contents of said flask in a one hour span.

Match chiba with other connoisseurs thus ensuing three good shots to the dome. enough to render fifteen high school freshmen senseless.

Give in to the cravings for snacks and anything that tastes like salty chicken regardless of nutritional value. ( Two servings of Cup o’ Noodles and a Slim-Jim will do just fine.)

Head out into the snow storm for the van noodles in hand. Fresh air always helps

Make sure not to tell anyone that you cant see.

Now the vehicle is moving and you are sharing a seat meant for one with a good friend. You become a bit dizzy. Lack of free space only adds to the problem.

The contents of your stomach begin to fight their way back to freedom like a wet fetus. Even still, tell no one.

Its time. Brace yourself by putting one hand on the seat in front of you and lean forward to let er’ rip.

By now people are noticing that your ” i dropped my spoon” diversion was just a front for the current state of things.

They will squirm to get away from you acting as though your head just flew off. Stay on course old boy. Nothing you can do about it.

The driver is now forced to pull to the side of the interstate and you jump out. You are free now. Fly young dove, let your vomit sing out into the heavens.

Minutes pass and feeling a bit better you jump back into the van.

The once prime real estate window seat is now given up to you like a cheap hooker. Things are coming together.

Aftershocks are common so be relaxed and let the good times roll.

Roll that window down. Get your head as far to the rear as possible to avoid re entry.

Position your cranial accessory as loosely upon your bean as possible so that it flies off into the night adding all kinds of shock value to the situation.

Paint that van baby, paint it.

A quick stop at a gas station allows for a bit more outdoor esophageal recreation.

Time to pass out for a bit on the home stretch.

The other advantage of being “that guy” is that you get dropped off at your residence rather than “the meet-up spot.”

Stumble those last few blocks home. Disregard the door guy. Bomb into your studio apartment and go to sleep. Go to sleep tiny dancer.

One last thing, Make sure to call the friends you threw up on and apologize in the morning.

Photos by Aaron the intern.
Story by Richards