Dec 28, 2006

2006 Year in Review.


2006 ALLEN FAMILY CHRISTMAS CARD
By Jeff and Alison Allen, St. Paul Minnesota

2006. Wow. Holy shit. What a year.

The above map was made by Alison. It charts all our movements in 2006 and, as you can see, it was the year we brought the Allen party nationwide. Special shoutouts go to our recently-engaged friends from Chicago, Bob and Urs, who had the map idea first. We shamelessly copied it (and maybe improved it? Oh snap!) cause we thought it was such a great idea.

With so many media sources giving you their lame "Year in Review" of the "important" events of the year, we thought we'd throw our hat in the ring and give you a rundown of the best stuff that happened to drunk, poorly-dressed people from the Midwest in 2006.

Consider this equal parts a) news-anchor-year-in-review b) Christmas-card-to-our-friends and c) sweet-ass-blog post. The Trifecta of Awesome. The Trifecta of Allens.

TPC RECORD RELEASE PARTY

What a way to start the year. We billed it as the "Hugest Most Biggest Awesome Huge Party in the History of Ever" and quickly realized that we had a lot of work to do to live up to the hype.

At one point, our entire apartment was filled with still-wet paper mache volcanoes, thirty industrial garbage bags filled with balloons, a giant TPC flag, two smoke machines and 4 confetti cannons. All the hard work paid off and both shows sold out. One of the best nights ever. You can see the end of it all in the video above, thanks to our friend Isaac.

 

JANUARY HOLD STEADY TOUR

 


The day after the release show, TPC hit the road for three weeks opening for the Hold Steady. Jeff was stoked that Alison was coming along for the ride. TPC had toured before, but never on a tour of this magnitude where the shows were usually full and the band usually got many, many drink tickets.

Suffice to say, we had some really amazing times on this trip. We accomplished a lot, including building up a inhumanly high tolerance for alcohol. See video for evidence.

 

TWO ARMS TWO TATTOOS

 


To commemorate this crazy year and its crazy adventures, we both got inked this year. This was a first for both of us and we're glad we did it. Both of us had it done in New York, at the same parlor, by the same guy -- but six months apart.

The artist ended up being someone that Jeff had played a show with a year ago. It was a friendly face. Shout out to Myles!

 

TWO OCEANS, ONE GULF

The Atlantic - Florida

 


Gulf of Mexico - Florida

 


Pacific - California, and Oregon

The ocean is as old as time, bros. Wrap your noodle around THAT jewel.

 

ST CLOUD AND DULUTH

 

 


In May, we did a weekend tour of Minnesota's hidden jewels: St. Cloud (aka tha 320 aka the Granite City aka Shots Cloud aka The Home of Anti-Semitism) and Duluth (aka Vision Quest Portal aka the Air-Conditioned City aka that 218).

We took our dawg Coles with. Along the way, some ravenous sea gulls stole our pizza and Coles and Alison kept a drinking ledger. Rapper nugs are "xtra credit," apparently.

 

NYC FRIEND TRIP WITH TUBS AND JAWS

 

 

 


Later in May, we took a friend trip to New York to pick up the new van that TPC was buying and drive it home through the coalmountainrustbelt of middle america. Our good friends Tubs and Jaws came along.

After raging in NYC for a few days, we headed home, stopping in Pittsburgh (inexplicably Jeff's favorite city) and Chicago to see friends on the way back. We slept on Bob's roof deck in Chicago and considered this an important achievement.

 

THE HOTTEST WEEKEND OF THE YEAR

 


I mean, seriously, it was wicked hot, as they say in New England. Nasty humidity. To beat the heat, our guy 50's took us up to his parent's lake place in Cross Lake, MN. There was boating, tubing, adventure, homemade pasta-making and a lot of sitting in the warm water in a plastic deck chair while drinking High Life from cans.

 

TPC AT FIRST AVENUE

 


In July, TPC headlined a show at the infamous First Avenue Mainroom (ever see Purple Rain? We haven't either, but you get the point). They were crazy nervous that no one would come, but it ended up selling out. This was hard to comprehend.

There was more confetti cannons and handmade stage prop mischevity. That is not really a word, but tevs.

 

MANY MANY LOST PARTIES

 


Somehow, everyone we knew (including us) discovered the television show "Lost" in 2006. It was crazy addicting. Lost Parties gathered where we would all sit around Cam and Beak's plasma-screen and dissect each episode with the precision of a ninja and the passion of a hobo.

 

END OF SUMMER TOUR AND ALL NIGHT DESERT DRIVE

 


There are times in life where you feel like you're winning. It's hard to put it another way. You're just winning. You've won and you are continuing to win. Somehow, these moments often come when your sleeping schedule is on the opposite spectrum as the rest of the civilized world.

In August, we drove all through the night from Austin, Texas to Tucson, Arizona. It took 18 hours. We felt the cool desert air at night through open windows. We saw the sunrise and head truck stop breakfast at 5AM. We won. We were winners.

 

SAN FRANCISCO BAY TOUR

 

 


If you've never been to San Francisco, then you are most likely an incredibly depressed person. Seriously, its like no other place on earth. While on a TPC west coast tour in September, we took advantage of a day off and had a tourist day on the bay.

50's made a camouflage friend.

 

GUITAR HERO

 


A continuing story line throughout the year was Guitar Hero. In case you haven't heard, Guitar Hero is a video game that lets you play lead guitar on some of the world's hottest and most famous jams including "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas, "Free Bird" by Skynyrd, and "Killing in the Name of" by Rage Against the Machine.

There were countless Guitar Hero parties, including some formal competitions. Here, McTubbins is a pirate rocker. Alison's band, Jazz Nugs, has won many accolades from The Daily Dose on their awesome shows.

 

WE BOTH TURN 25

 

 


Quarter of a century. In September, Jeff celebrated his ascent into manhood by throwing a kegger at our house and partying with the visiting Thunderbirds Are Now and our good friend Will Whitmore.

In December, Alison celebrated her ascent into womanhood by hanging at Mancini's, driving to Iowa City to see The Hold Steady play a show at the Picador, and throwing a friend feast party at our place (photos of that to follow).

 

CMJ NYC w/ Colez

 

 

 


In November, TPC was on an East Coast tour to hit up CMJ. Alison flew out with Coles to take part in the craziness of the weekend festival. We went to 100 billion shows, 300 trillion bars, 225 million restaurants and walked 800 trillion city blocks to do it.'

 

FRIEND FEAST '06

 

 


The last of Alison's birthday celebrations and the first celebration of holiday spirit. A ton of people came over, all dressed in Holiday or Cosby sweaters, to rage in the name of J to tha C (aka tha madd sin absolva aka Jesus).

50's made everyone a delicious feast, Coles and Chips brought Greenie Mix, everyone else brought beer, the iPod brought the dance party pain.

 

So, that was our year. Obviously a lot of other things happened that aren't discussed here, much of which was experienced without being drunk, rest assured. But these were the highlights. The highlights of what was easily one of the best years of either of our lives.

We hope 2006 treated you kindly as well. 2007 should be pretty alright too. Maybe. Probably. Most likely. We hope. See you there.

Dec 19, 2006

Win, Lose or Draw


Thursday night, Jeff and I walk down to Rice Park in Saint Paul to see the lights. Way to go Saint Paul!

 


This is what outer-space looks like. Similar to a Christmas tree in Downtown St. Paul.

 


The next day is Jeff's office party, free dinner and drinks bitchez at a downtown Mpls steak place. Jeff and I go to Pizza Luce prior to the party for pre-party libations and as a result show up buzzed and ready to socialize in a spirited fashion. This is not always a good thing when you're trying to play it cool with your boss.

 


The bill. Yes that's $2805.88. Holy Shit!

 


Afterwards we decide to go to a kegger in Highland Park with Jeff's co-worker Greg. I take a photo of this wallpaper in the bathroom of the party apartment.

 


The thing about this party is.... there's plenty of wrinkles if you know what I mean. We're hanging out with old people. As in like, 35 and older. In their wise age they have bought a keg of Summit. We chat it up with our new party friends and hear stories about their kids and jobs.

 


This guy on the left spots me across the room and takes a seat next to me. In the most sincere voice possible he says: "Hey, you've got a camera lemme ask you something. Do you think I can be a model?" I am stunned. He goes on to explain that since I have a camera I should know whether or not he should be a model. I politey let him down and try my best to slither out of the situation. Yikes.


Hoes and Bros old style. We dip out and head to Costello's for a night cap.

 


Yes, we are crazy. On Saturday morning, Jeff and I decide to brave the masses and head out to the MOA (Mall of America) to gather the last of our Christmas gifts. Jeff poses in front of theme park formerly known as Camp Snoopy, now known as The Park at MOA. The Charles Schultz estate apparently had a high asking price for the name.

 


Binoculars for a better view of the park.

 


As Paul McCartney once said: Simply having a wonderful christmastime, The party's on, the feelin's here that only comes this time of year.

Side note, Paul McCartney officially wrote the worst song in history.

 


We stop for lunch in the food court, Jeff has a veggie burger from Burger King and I get a Stuffed Enchilada Burrito from Taco Bell. It reminds us of high school lunch hour, skipping out to go to Ridgedale in Minnetonka for Cinnabon and Taco Bell.

 


Chaos ensues at the MOA rotunda area, and we go to find what all the commotion is about. All American Rejects (aka All American Retards) are doing a record signing. There is something distrubing about a band of 30-something males who write music that is exclusively listened to by 15 year old girls. Totes NC (not cool).

 


Later that night. December is full of birthdays and today it's Danielle's birthday. We go to her house to celebrate. Pictured here is a piece of baked brie from 50's, just what every birthday party needs.

 


Danielle and 50's have the greatest party idea ever and decide to host a drawing contest. They put phrases on construction paper and everyone has to draw what they see. See below for results.

 


Cyclops, author unknown

 


Blue Whale Robot, from Colezones

 


Bully, from Colezones

 


Big Things, from Jeff (notice Jupiter doing a bong hit)

 


Minnesota, from Jeff

 


Wisconsin, from Jeff

 


Slash, from Colezones (notice that he's playing a VW car for an amp)

 


Lazerbeak, from 50's

 


Water Wings, from Jules

 


Destruction, author unknown

 


Lost, from McTubbins (notice that is the best drawing form)

 


Pagoda, from Danielle

 


Stupid, from Doogs (notice that it looks like this guy has a huge boner from his Segue)

 


Stevie Wonder, from Ripplechip

 


Opposites, from Doogs (Jesus fighting a Ninja Turtle)

 


A young 50's Dad guarding a Lemon Meraunge Cake

 


An old 50's Dad guarding a glass of whiskey

 


Let me introduce you to the new McTubbins. Gone are the hexagon glasses and dirty beard. Arrived are the chiseled features and boyish South Dakota charm. Way to go broseph.

 


Nicole makes a funny smile and allows me to blog about it, so I do.

 


The thing about having you birthday in December is that sometimes people buy you Christmas type gifts. This happened to Danielle, someone got her this christmas tree made of minerals or some shit. Her and 50's watch it with curiousity.

 


Adam's at the party and he's in fine form. More news coming soon.

 


Luke Kyle is there and seems to be somewhat surly.

 


50's, Adam, Jeff, Danielle and myself are the leftover friends of the party. We sit by the fire and hear stories about Adam's future wife. He's decided he will marry someone with "Purple Nurples" and who's down for being fucked 400 times in 1 hour. Hilarious.

 


I take a photo when I make it to 5am! We stay up til' 6:30, Jeff and I sleep over.

 


Hamming it up.

 


Next morning, we survey the damage. Today is Danielle's real birthday.

 


We celebrate by going out to breakfast. We are now all 25 years old, except for Beak, but he doesn't really count.

 


Danielle, 50's and I induldge in a meal called the "Heart Stopper" which consists of 3 eggs, 4 peices of bacon/sausage, toast and hashbrowns. Jeff decides on a much healthier Tofu scrambler. What a gay.

 


Clean plate club. I did it for you Danielle, on your birthday!

 


We decide to celebrate the day by taking a Saint Paul adventure tour. We start by going to the Wabasha Street Caves, which are unfortunately closed.

 


We then head over to the very dinky Saint Paul airport in the back of 50's work van. I guess they don't have flights on Sundays.

 


Danielle has a supply of wings in her van, I can't resist trying one on.

 


Next stop Dayton's Bluff, where we look out over the land that is Saint Paul. Used to be an ancient Native American burial ground, FYI.

 


Saint Paul Grafitti.

 


We're hanging out at a place caled "Carver's Cave."

 


We start to explore and find this stroller in the tall grass. Some baby got totally thrown off a cliff.

 


A collection of sports magazines from the mid 90's. Carver's Cave is starting to seem like a place where people go to die.

 


We find a note from a guy who's in prison.

It reads: Chris, It's me Bro just chillin' Bro. I don't for got about you Bro. Staying in E house St. Cloud. I don't have a hollat to say so rit back, tell jemmy to rit to me. Garls B.

 


The envelope.

 


We also find some sort of legal document from a guy who's lost his driver's permit. Maybe the same guy from prison.

 


We start exploring. Down the bluffs, we take a trip through this hole. This place is awesome.

 


50's is the leader of our trek.

 


Here he is crawling through a small cave.

 


Danielle reenacts her birth. This is her coming out of the vag.

 


"Waff Hearts Scoops"

 


People etched their hands into the soft sandstone. Totes sweet.

 


Jeff nicknames Danielle "Danny Tanner" and sets it in stone along with her birthdate.

 


M + D = 4EVA

 


We continue our exploring and head into the grime steeze that is East Saint Paul.

 


Jeff is sure we just entered a portal into Pittsburgh.

 


Later I wrap presents, very expertly I might add. Eat that Nicole, yeah I'm talking to you, let the present wrapping competition begin!

 



The following are photos from last week's Friend Feast by guest blogger Brian Lesteberg (aka Blestos)