In its 16th year there is no way that anyone is really going to tell you their favorite Punk Rock Bowling memory, but we got a few people that can be expected every year to share with us some memories that are fit to be shared.
Lisa Root (New Noise Magazine)
Vanessa Burt (PR Fat Wreck) reminded me of a really funny PRB memory, and proof that this long weekend is one that has more lost memories than a lot of people have good ones. We were hanging out with Against Me! and trying to get all of us downtown and had too many people to fit in a cab. We were standing at the casino trying to figure it out when a stretched Hummer limo pulls up the door opens (and maybe it’s just my imagination but I think there was a smoke machine going) and drops off a litter of bachelorette partiers. Vanessa jumps at the chance to commandeer it for us and everyone jumps in. There was a radio and someone was searching for a station and kept hitting, then passing, Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” and every time she’d hit it every one would yell “Yes!!!!!!!!!,” and then she’d pass it and everyone would yell, “Noooo!!!” until she landed on it right – it took about five passes – and the whole group was doing the hand claps and singing along. Someone decided to be helpful and top off my 7 and 7 with Jack Daniels, not knowing that just smelling it will make me instantly barf. So I took a big swig of that and immediately puked, but was in the middle of the bench seat, so had to crawl/surf over half the row to puke in the little garbage can. There was a limo and barf cleanup fee that neither Vanessa, nor I, paid. Viva PRB.
Another memory from PRB, pals Johnny Puke and Tia Clark, were in the room and Johnny (who (despite his name) claims to rarely, if ever, puke) suddenly threw up in the bag of the little garbage can in the hotel room. Besides Jack Daniels, the other thing that will make me instantly puke is someone else puking or seeing puke. He put it outside the room and then took it to the overflowing ashtray/garbage can at the elevators and put it on top. No one emptied that can through the whole damned weekend, so this bag that I know contains a hefty amount of vomit in it is just sitting there. Every time we went to get on the elevator I had to fight the urge to puke. We started making this ‘grrbbrllgrlurbbblrrbbgrrrbb’ noise every time we rounded the corner and for some reason making a violent vomit sound saved me from actually doing it. Puke Rock Bowling.
Check out Johnny Pukes memory of almost doing coke with Paris Hilton here.
And watching Ryan Young splash his arms like a zombie Frankenstein in the Gold Spike pool and splashing everybody and spiking people in the head with beach balls and smiling more than he’s probably ever smiled in his whole goddamned life was incredibly fun.
Read Ryan’s Punk Rock Bowling memory here, and see photos of his pool shenanigans.
Read more memories of Punk Rock Bowling here!
