So I went to Fantasm this weekend and had an absolute blast (will have the review up soon), but there is one incident that happened at Fantasm that deserves it's own special place in the archives of Moment for Us. I am not sure what to make of it - but it was extremely amusing and hilarious yet it disturbs me that I got this much fun from it.

Wes had gotten a cool-a-roo video camera and had been busy filming just about everything that was moving (and other stuff). I caught up with him in one of the mobs of drunken fools and he showed me what he had been filming. There was a party that had a band of three people (name of the band - Sleazoid) that were singing and dancing. I couldn't really see what was going on cuz the screen was so tiny. Perhaps if I had seen the details, I would have never gone to see for myself. They were singing about how "they wanted 14 year old boys to touch their penis just like (a name I won't repeat)." I was shocked. I had to see for myself. I made Jodilyn and PlasticBob come with me (but didn't tell them where we were going so they wouldn't bail on me - leaving me to fend for myself).

As soon as I got to the door, I knew I was in for a special treat. The room was covered in plastic, including the walls (which was evidently really needed so as to preserve the "art.") There were three guys in medical scrubs moshing and singing (screaming) curse words and other colorful expletives about what they were doing - covering themselves and each other in substances that were made to look like, (and please forgive the crudeness) shit, piss, blood and whatever other bodily fluid made their "art" come alive.

At one point - the lead shrieker had a 3 foot inflatable penis on him and rubbed some of the brown crap on his member and asked someone to come lick it off (though he didn't quite say it like that). If you think I was shocked then - I was shocked more so when a girl on the balcony ran over and rubbed her face in it. PlasticBob, Jodilyn and I all screamed and then laughed at the insanity of it all.

Another funnier moment was when the lead singer finished a song and then wanted to give a shout out to all the ladies in the house (which was just the three of us as all the other girls had long since vacated the room). He announced he was going to play EVERYONE'S favorite song - "I like to Eat Shit." He then proceeded to rub more slag all over his face and head, eat it, and throw it at the band members and the walls. Why, what a coincidence, he knew that it was mine, Jodilyn's and PlasticBob's favorite song and we knew we were destined to go find the free CD he was passing out so we could always have it sitting in our CD player whenever we wanted to remember the special time that the band had given to us(/end sarcasm).

The band did scare me at one point as I wanted to take pictures (no one at home would believe me I know), and I would have to come out from behind the sliding glass door to snap one. Unfortunately, some of the group would rush the door screaming with hands full of crap and I would have to run behind it again so I wouldn't "get any on me." What a trip.

Later, we tried to catch up with the band to ask for a CD and I really wanted to ask them questions - like "what was your inspiration behind your 'creativity'?" and "Were you flogged as a child by your uncle in your special place?" but I was afraid that I would either get a personal screaming and bitching or some of the goo would be slung in my face - so I shut up. They explained that they were out of free CDs, but gave me their email address so that I could get one sent to me. Coolies!

Later that nite, as I was chatting with Jodilyn in the hallway. I was caught unaware as one of the band members dropped something in my arms. I was aghast as I realized it was some clothes covered in the same crap as they had on stage. I couldn't believe it! I was totally speechless and couldn't move I was so shocked. Jodilyn then stepped in and promptly threw them on the floor. The guy looked genuinely hurt as he said, "Since you couldn't have a CD I thought you might like to have some of our filthy pants from the show"(that's also not how he said it - but you get the point). Oh, so this was a friendly gesture and not a slap in the face (how could I not have known?). I decided (once I got my wit about me) to not kill him. I did, however, leave the pants on the floor for some drunken fool to slip on later.

Now I know you are gonna tell me "Why did you watch the show if you didn't like it?" I did like it. I, along with Jodilyn and PlasticBob laughed our asses off the entire time we were there. We even slow danced to the "ballad" (and I use that term loosely here) and told ALL of our friends about the atrocity that was this event. Now I wouldn't invite them to play at my garden party, but if they were around in a club playing - I'd probably peek in - provided I brought full raincoat gear.