Did Bliss on Saturday night - which was totally fun (and no, I'm not posting a setlist for that one either...) - slept about 2 hours, and went out to the Arlington Skatepark for an 8am tribute. What I didn't know about my pal was that he was an avid skateboarder! I'm totally not surprised, but it's like finding out you have a ton of cousins you never met. The guys were all super talented, ranged in age from 2 years old to 50 years old, and shredded like you wouldn't believe in honor of Phil. It was super, super, super cool, and you could tell that his family was honored and touched that so many people cared about him so deeply.
Favorite Mr. Phil story of the weekend: At the old 9:30 club, there was a loooong hallway from the front door to the actual entrance to the club itself. The doorstaff stood inside, at the end of the hallway next to the club entrance. One night, Phil was standing at the entrance with one of the other doorstaff (can't remember who it was, of course...) and a pretty drunk guy came down the hall to get into the club. Phil asked him for his ID. The guy said, "Okay, but you're going to feel like an asshole" - and handed Phil his wallet. Mr. Phil looked at his ID, then threw the guy's wallet all the way down to the other end of the hall. He said, "Hmph. NOW I feel like an asshole."
That's our Mr. Phil for you...
Andy and I spent the rest of the day in a major fog. We went to 2 Amys for lunch, then came home, cleaned up the remnants of hurricaine Andy and Erin, and watched Shaolin Soccer. Passed out at 9:30 pm for some much-needed sleep.
So, what are the things I learned/took away from weekend, you might ask? Well, first and foremost - keep in touch with the people you care about, and get the ones you don't out of your life. Live every day like it's your last. Take chances. Be funny as hell - always. Be kind. Be honest. Be there for peeps who need it - whether it's to defend them or to comfort them. Be clumsy sometimes. Don't be afraid to cry. Love your pals with wreckless abandon. Do the things that make you happy, rather than the things that make you comfortable. And finally, remember: out of sight does not, EVER mean out of mind. Especially when someone leaves this life. Those are the lessons that Mr. Phil left behind, and all are the reasons we loved him so.
If you knew him, or if you're looking for a good charity to donate to this holiday season, please make checks payable to Skatepark of Baltimore, write "Mr. Phil Fund" in the Memo section of your check, and mail to:
State of Confusion
8222 Pulaski Hwy.
Rosedale, MD 21237
My understanding is that proceeds will go to the construction and maintenance of the new Baltimore Skatepark. Werd.
That is all I have to say - although I might post a pic or 2 sometime soon.
RIP, Mr. Phil.