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The second party was in Rancho Peñasquitos. The bands started at 8:00 p.m. and I got there in time to see the second one. The band I missed was called Epstein's Mother. When I asked about the name, the explanation was, "On the show Welcome Back, Kotter, Epstein always had a note from his mom that he gave to Gabe Kaplan. It was always signed 'Epstein's Mother'."

The band I caught was called Medieval Knievel. Another great band name. They were playing a lot of fun covers of songs by the Clash, Van Halen, and the Ramones.

I walked into the back yard from the outside, and since it was packed with people, I walked into the kitchen. I heard one guy say to a woman, "Do you know that guy? If not, he's outta here." I thought of the party I went to a few months back where my photos were taken from me. The guy who invited me to this party had jumped on stage with the band. The woman came over and said 'Hi,' so I told her who I was. I didn't have any problems staying at this bash.

There were signs that said "People's Irish Party." That's what Jeff calls this annual party. I asked him if the neighbors minded, since the bands played on a stage set up in this small back yard. He said, "No, the neighbors are all pretty good about these parties."

Above the band, there was a film screen set up showing an old movie. I asked a woman living at this house about that. She said, "It's called Metropolis. It's a German film from the '20s. A classic. You should rent it." The scenes of the futuristic city worked well with the music. The group Queen used a clip from this film in one of their videos.

Though the back yard was small, it was set up nicely for a party. They had coolers in one section and foosball going in another area. The light above the foosball table was being attacked by moths, which kept distracting the guys playing. At one point they were trying to swat the moths and knocked the light down.

I went inside the kitchen to grab some peanut M&Ms and I noticed all the booze on the counter. That's nothing new at a party, but what was interesting were the signs. They had directions for six different drinks you could make. There were instructions on how to make white Russians (the favorite drink of "the dude" in The Big Lebowski), cosmopolitans, martinis, and a few others. I wondered if this is how they did it at those cheesy bartending schools I see advertised on TV at 3 a.m.

I smelled pot being smoked, but when I glanced around, I couldn't tell where it was coming from. It wasn't as if I was going to go over and smoke it with them. I was just curious who was tokin'.

The band's last song was the popular tune "Baby Got Back," by Sir Mix-A-Lot, which is about the rapper's love of overweight women. They did a punk-rock version of it with lots of bass. It sounded like the group Primus.

Whenever the cute girl who lived here started talking to me, I ended up talking more with her friend Scott, though she had some interesting things to say. I recall her telling me about a trip she took to Hawaii with her boyfriend and seeing a girl who lost an arm to a shark while surfing.

The friend I brought with me to this party said, "Everyone here is going to think you're gay because that guy is the only one you're talking to." "That guy" was Scott Riggs, who works for Rock 105.3, where I used to work. We knew some of the same people and talked about them. But we spent more than an hour talking about our favorite bands, both local and national acts. He has great taste in music and I liked the philosophy he has regarding his radio show. He does an interview show, so we talked about people in the media that we thought sucked. I mentioned how I thought Larry King was probably the worst interviewer of all time. (My grandmother, rest her soul, loved him; I think it was because he's Jewish.)

I glanced at my watch and it was 1:30 in the morning. That's not usually too late on nights that I'm partying, but the first party had been at 7:00. I still wanted to go to the Ould Sod. They were having their St. Patrick's Day party. Last year when I was there, I ended up decorating my friend's dashboard with all the shots of whiskey I had that night. I was eager to get back on that horse and to show the Irish guys who own that joint that I could handle my liquor.

I figured the bar would be closing soon. Maybe I'd just go there the following day. I could grab an Irish coffee and rent Metropolis at Kensington Video on the same street. I'm just afraid the movie won't be as good without a live band accompanying it.

I turned on the TV when I got home. Sure enough, I saw a commercial for a bartending school.

Crash your party? Call 619-235-3000 x421 and leave an invitation for Josh Board.

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