No F*cking in the Bathroom
So Lit, the Cops Had to Shut it Down
Photographs by Rick Perez, @goodtimerickstudios
To celebrate the new fall term, San Diego State University students and musicans, Taylor Sandoval and Thomas Morales, threw an epic welcome back party at their house. Along with their band, Chorduroy, they invited their friends in Remedelics and Chilling in the Name, a Rage Against the Machine cover band, to play. The party ended up being so lit, the cops had to come and shut it down.
Walking into the house, I was immediately greeted with sticky, stifling air that smelled of marijuana and sweat. A warm, yellow light beckoned me to come in further, joining others in watching the first band play, Remedelics. They had a cool, surf rock vibe with deep instrumentals that was a perfect welcome into the night.
I had to pee, so I ventured in search for the bathroom. Like a white florescent beacon amongst the yellow, the bathroom shined just around the corner. To my surprise, there was a sign that said “NO FUCKING IN THE BATHROOM.” This was hilarious cause I’ve fucked in so many bathrooms before. I felt attacked!
After I finished, I explored more of the party by stepping onto the patio. The cool, breezy outside was a glorious reprieve from the hot mess inside. It was packed with blonde guys wearing flip flops and pretty girls with beachy hair. They were all beautifully painted in the red and green light that lit up the backyard.
I met some really nice people there: Mark from Half Moon Bay and Sunny from San Jose to name a few. I only managed to photograph Aubrey, who was a self-proclaimed hippie with striking blue eyes. Even though I didn’t know anyone, most people were open and it was easy to make friends.
The rest of the night was a wonderful shit show. Chilling in the Name covered a few Rage Against the Machine songs and that vibe alone was a cause for chaos. There was non-stop moshing and crowd surfing and I was going crazy taking photos.
Chorduroy began their set and the chaos continued. Not even two songs in, someone comes up to the lead singer and whispers something in his ear. They talk off the mic for a second and then Taylor announces that the cops have arrived that everyone had to leave. For a few minutes everyone was dumbstruck and didn’t move, not knowing what to do. A voice from another room yells “EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT” and people start rushing out the backyard, hoping the fence into the canyon.
I dip out the front, passing the cops. It’s always a bummer when parties end early. It was a great one while it lasted. The members of Corduroy definitely know how to throw a good party. Let’s just hope the cops don’t get invited to the next one.
Remedelics
Chilling in the Name
Chorduroy
