Wow, has it really been a whole month since my last post?  Where in the hell does time go anyway?  It seems like time flies by when you get older.  I remember when the summer used to last F-O-R-E-V-E-R.

Anyways, I’m totally stoked about being able to get the tent out again.  I love getting all my buds together for a camping sesh in the summer.  Now if we could only get this damn weather in Iowa to cooperate with us.  It’s May 18th and I swear I didn’t even see 50°F on the thermometer today.

I was doing some spring cleaning and trying to get all my camping supplies together in hope that I might trigger Mother Nature to get her act together. I know it’s only Monday, but after the day that I had at work, some Sangria was definitely in order.  Why is it that Mondays are such killers?  So I had my bev of choice sitting on an end table while I was digging out my tent and its rain fly and I whacked the damn table with one of the tent poles.  Stupid me, but the glass of Sangria went flying all over the carpet.  Talk about a state of panic.  Pretty sure the neighbor’s kid learned a few four letter words courtesy of yours truly.  Whoops!

I had no idea what to do, so I picked up my phone and googled “West Des Moines Carpet Cleaner” and clicked on the first site I saw.  Thank God the site was mobile friendly, cuz I most definitely did not have time to search for a phone number.  I was able to click on the phone number right from my browser and was instantly connected with Jeff at  He grabbed my address and dispatched a crew over to my house right away to help me out.  I think he noticed the panic in my voice.  Suffice it to say, that it was totally killer to have a business operate with a sense of urgency like they did.

It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes and the carpet tech was at my house and he got to work almost immediately.  Talk about service!  Pretty sure I would have gladly paid way more than what they charged me to get my carpet clean.  I was so impressed with the way everything turned out that I tipped the carpet tech.  I’m not even sure if you are supposed to do that or not, but I felt obligated to because that dude worked his ass off getting the sangria out.  Guy refused to take my tip, I said I insist, and I told him to grab dinner on me since it was nearly dinner time.  He seemed cool with that.

Suffice it to say, I left the sangria on the counter as I got the rest of my camping equipment out.  Spilling one time was enough.  I’m so glad that you can’t even tell that I had a “little accident.”  Now if I could only get Mother Nature to deliver up some good weather as quickly as the carpet guys.  Man, I’m getting sick of this rainy, windy, cold crap we’ve got going on.  I may have to look into skipping town for good so I can camp year round.  Maybe in the future if I get brave…

Now tell me this pic doesn’t just make you want to hop in the car for a road trip:

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‘Memba how in my last post I talked about getting a crew together to chip in for the same limo bus to hit up Odesza in Iowa City on the 24th?  Well, turns out that the sick limo bus was booked out.  I guess that’s the price you pay when you roll with a crew of Frosted Flakes.  Whatevs, I always have so much fun when I roll out with my normal crew o party peeps.

Well, Noah and Kev actually ended up scoring a pair of twin Hummer H2s for a banging deal.  Drivers were cool as hell and although we couldn’t stand up and dance our way to the venue, we definitely enjoyed cranking up the stereo beyond what would be best described as a “safe listening level.”  We almost didn’t want to hop out of the rides when we arrived in Iowa City.

All I can say is what an experience.  Sometimes I just have to pinch myself.  I’ve never been the type to care much about money.  I think the cool thing is that my friends and I feel like we are rich because we have each other.  One of these years, someone is going to decide to grow up and start a family or something, but I feel like I’m a long way off from doing anything as drastic as that.  It’s just too much fun living life to its fullest and living in the moment.


I snapped this pic mainly cuz I wanted to brag on the various social media platforms I tend to frequent.  Needless to say we had an amazing time.  I think we may have to look into regular chauffeured rides.  It’s so much easier to truly enjoy yourself when you don’t have to focus on the road.  You can focus on your friends and the experience is so much better cuz of it.  Not to mention the fact that you don’t have to worry about trying to beg someone to give you a ride home when your obviously in no condition to get behind the wheel.

Our anthem for the evening was Odesza’s “My Friends Never Die,” a relatively newer mix of hip-hop groves and sparkling sunshine.  I found myself going about my days bouncing round town to the beat of this masterpiece.  Live is all about experiences and this most recent one well not soon be forgotten.  That being said, I’m sitting here tickling the keys to iPlayYouListen and I’m finding it difficult to be any sort of productive.  Hell, it’s damn near 2am.  I should probably just hit the sack and call it a night before I get hooked into something else and before you know it, see the sun shine Saturday morning.

So, with that. Chase out…

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So this last weekend was just insane, and I thought I would try and do a little recap here for anyone that’s interested. Friday it was Shaun’s 21st, so we were planning on hitting some clubs downtown later that night, and we started over at Shaun’s apartment with the usual—just having some drinks, playing beer pong while people were arriving (it got pretty packed pretty quick).

Eventually we’re getting ready to leave for the club crawl, and then John looked out the window and he was like, “Did somebody invite One Direction? Pretty sure that’s their tour bus,” and there was this massive party limo bus that had pulled up outside the apartment and was just waiting. So apparently his uncle (honestly one of the coolest guys I’ve met in my life—he surprised him by sending this limo bus over to pick everybody up at 10 to take us all downtown. Literally, this was the sickest ride I have ever seen in my life…

When we got inside, nobody could believe this thing was real (it was literally nicer than my apartment). It had this tiled dance floor, and strobe lights and high-def TVs and (of course) a few mini-bars—which, you know, we did partake heartily…

I had my iPod with me and we jacked into the mp3 hookups and just cranked it out (Ava had put together this pretty gnarly party mix for Shaun, lots of 12th Planet and Deadmau5).

There was just so much room (even with, I think 17 of us…) so Noah busted out the hacky sack (side note: we hadn’t played in probably 3 years, almost since high school when we played EVERY day during lunch) for some good old fashioned “burn” (which is M.U.C.H. harder to play with a drink in your hand, but about 1,000 times funnier.

So we hit up Jokers first, which was fine with me. They usually play a decent amount of dub, although it was a bit heavy on hip-hop, which isn’t necessarily my thing, but whatever—if you have enough tallboys, you can dance to anything anyway… It was pretty hilarious, we hit the dance floor with our whole crew and pretty much took over (it was PACKED though). It was Bryce’s first time there, and he was standing like 4 feet away from the Joker face on the wall the first time it went off, so when it blasted in his face (whatever it is, water vapor?) he almost had a heart attack—the look on his face…oh man, he was traumatized, and we just all lost it.

Madison picked up a round of shots for everyone. And then another one…Heh, so things got a little bit hazy from there on out—I’m not exactly sure how many other clubs we hit, but we would tear it up for a bit, then just hop back on the bus and head to the next spot. It was insane. There were honestly some places we went where we were like “this is actually less impressive than the basically mobile dance floor we DROVE here in…”

And it was awesome because nobody had to DD, so we all just got to unleash on the dance floor without even worrying about getting home because we could just hop back on the limo bus and keep the party going—pretty sure I danced for like 3 hours straight. My calves were just on fire the next day.

Eventually we were starting to get somewhat cashed, but after the last club shut down for the night, we just cruised for a while, and everybody was in a much more chill mood (also just exhausted from how hard we were dancing), so we just kind of sat back and cranked up some pretty good ambient jams. Gotta remember to get that track list from Ava. Solid stuff.

At some point during the night we were talking about hitting Odesza in Iowa City on the 24th, and so me and Noah and Kevin are gonna see if we can’t get enough people to chip in for a ride down in the same limo bus, and then we can party all the way down and back, and nobody has to drive that way which is a huge plus.

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Alright, trying out this blog thing, so hey it’s Chase A.K.A. Moondog, and what I’m about is 1) music 2) music 3) dance music 4) hitting the clubs when I can 5) my cat—Scotch Tape 6) practicing my lettering/inking/coloring 7) music.

Ok, hobbies: Um, music is my hobby. Most of the time just chilling, melting my face off to anything Diplo touches, starting with Major Lazer. I’m sorry but six years later and nobody can touch Pon De Floor—hands-down best video of all time courtesy of Eric Wareheim, holy genius of all ages. But also I can get down with DJ Snake, Air, The Knife, GusGus, Telepopmusik, some older stuff like Goldfrapp and Massive Attack, too. GIVE ME AMBIENCE OR GIVE ME DEATH.

Lately getting into Royksopp after Kevin hooked me up with Inevitable End on vinyl and I’m digging the down-tempo, mostly instrumentals (although more Robyn please).

Also I love being outside—camping out in the summer (no tent if possible—usually we tarp if we need it). Todd and I did 75 miles on John Muir last summer, and we’re planning to go back next year and take another attempt at the whole trail, but giving ourselves 20 days instead of 14. I’m into Neil DeGrasse Tyson (The Cosmos is my jam) reading through Pale Blue Dot (RIP Sagan) again, after I finally buckled down and bought a new copy since I couldn’t remember who I loaned it out to. Mostly just being with my friends, finding new music, expanding my vinyl collection and clubs.

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