Summer, 2000: After leaving SexHound with Brett, we discovered what a cold and cruel place the world can be. And to those of you who are unhappy working where you are at, grinding your teeth every day, knowing that you could do a ?MUCH better job? than those pieces of shit you work for, take it from me ? It?s a helluva lot easier to do business when you?ve got someone else?s bank account backing you!!!!!!! That summer was when Brett and I really developed not only our friendship, but an incredibly strong working relationship together. Like a pair of injured soldiers in combat, we carried eachother throughout the next several months. There were times I wanted to quit, there were times I almost gave up, there were times I wanted to cry, but Brett was always there for me. I will never forget that summer and the years that followed.
Spring, 2001: Chad, thank you for the words you gave me, and for your and jay?s generosity to us when DormAngels was barely a budding project. I was | |hahaha61663; THIS close to giving up. Without RNP, the dream would have been over before it began.
April 2002, Phoenix, The Phoenix Forum: Brett and I had developed a good relationship with Corvett, but he went one step further and offered us his place to stay during the convention. We weren?t making a ton of money, so this was immensely generous of him. He even had the CCBill bus take us around during our stay! I don?t remember a whole lot of that convention, other than the fact that Corvett was cool as hell? the rest of it was a blur =) ? a HOT blur ? with a couple of girl fisting eachother in a hotel room somewhere? anyway, that trip ended with Brett lying in the greasy pavement out behind Philly Burtos? not sure if he was going to vomit or not.
October 2002, Vancouver, West Coast Webmasters(?): Brett and I decided at the last minute to make an impromptu trip up to the event. We had no hotel reservation, a few hundred bucks apiece, and the DormAngels video cam. We drank like fishes at the the SweetLoads party and had our first Cuban cigars. I think it must have been those damn Cohibas that pushed me over the limit. We found ourselves stumbling like drunk fools around downtown Van at 3:30 am looking for a place to crash. My fondest memory is the first place Brett and I went, we stumbled into a Best Western hotel, and asked how much a room would be ? after a very ?you guys must be gay? look from the clerk at the desk, he replied ?it?s $189 a night.? To which Brett promptly barked back: ?FER WHAT?!? It?s a Best Western!? ? and we laughed our way out of their lobby and gaily took to the streets again. I don?t even remember the name of the place we ended up staying at, but we managed to get a gigantic suite with a huge balcony for something like $100 for the night. Early the next morning, Brett and I awoke to a savage hangover. The taste of the Cohiba, still strong in both our mouths, it was a race to the toilet to see who would vomit first. Brett won, I was stuck vomiting in the garbage can. We hacked our guts out for the next hour and slowly made our way back to my car (which was still at the Palisades Hotel from the night before). The ride home is best described by watching the video ?
http://www.dormbucks.com/tim/tim-and-brett-in-van.mpg
September 2003, New York, Nina?s Party: I had high expectations of NY, expected a party around every corner, undying nightlife, and gazillions of hot women. Instead what I got was an unexpectedly memorable tour of Manhatten and its history, including Ground Zero, the Brookly Bridge, Wall Street, and several other places by Fletcher?s close friend, a native New Yorker with the attitude to match. Jeff and Andy, I had a great time hanging with you guys there. But particularly Brett too ? I think this was one of the first times we were able to pause and take a breath to look back at what we had done and where we had come. Ian Schrager hotels are pieces of shit? but we lived and learned. I still have the flip-flops I wore on the tour, and will probably end up framing them. And for some reason, starting with the hangover after night #1 (the night I went out to Exit alone and almost got the shit kicked out of me by some dude who was mad cuz I was trying to dance like a white guy with his girlfriend, luckily the bouncer was twice his size and intervened before I could make the dude feel REALLY sorry. ;-) ), whenever I drink heavily, my teeth still sting like crazy the next day!