DAY 1: HOUSE OF WHATEVER
One afternoon I received a text from a Mr. Paul Eide. It became the very best text I have received in a long time…besides a sext. It was an invite to a great house party. Probably the greatest house party ever, the Bud Light House of Whatever party. The phone dropped after I read the text and I was giddy like a kid before Christmas. I instantly jumped on the internet and booked my flight. Brochacho World began the countdown to the party.
After waiting for what took forever for a shit work week, the trip had come. I was dropped off at the airport and ready to go hard in Phoenix. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t ready to abide. It was crappy weather in San Antonio and it was also raining hard in Phoenix. The busiest flight day Phoenix has seen due to the Super Bowl and it is raining at the airport. It rains 4 day a year in Phoenix, and it had to happen today! After a delay, we were up in the air and making our way.
After a quick 2 hour flight and the biggest fog cloud ever, I landed in Phoenix. I still don’t know how the pilot made it through the 10 minute cloud but Brochacho World had landed safely. Next goal, find Paul and make way to the party. The airport was swamped with jerseys and Super Bowl landers from all over the country. Lucky for me, Paul was scoping out the airport for some tail by my terminal and made the search easy. Goal complete.
Next goal, find Paul “Major” Bradley and his beautiful, fully loaded early 00′ Nissan Altima. It had seen some better days and the preventive options the steering wheel had to prevent theft was classic. He rolled up curb side and the party was on. Still… the weather was not.
We started getting our itinerary and planning our day. The House of Whatever didn’t open till 6. It is only 1. There is only one way to past the time and that is with alcohol. Great thing about Phoenix is that liquor is served in every store. So with a quick run, we were Bud Light and Jack Daniels ready to pre-party for the day.
A bunch of jokes and a couple of beers later, the time was ready to make it downtown. The party was set for downtown Phoenix and every other company had the same idea. Phoenix was flooded with fans and parties on every corner.
After working our way through block after block of excited fans and heavy traffic, we came to the House of Whatever. The party was ready to start and we had front row seats.
With Paul leading the way, we made way to our first contact to gather our media passes. Beth has been at both parties and has been a great contact. She lead us to the proper area and pink Bud Light media passes were slapped on our wrists.
We were still a little early and began to take in some of our surroundings. To kick off the celebration, Bud Light brought out a dance crew to get the party started. Shortly after the beats dropped, crowds started forming and the party was really getting hyped. We even saw our first appearance of the guy who played the human PacMan from Bud Light commercial.
After the final song played, they opened the doors and the crowd flooded in. By this time, it began to drizzle again. Everyone was wet, thirsty, and ready to party hard!
Once inside, it was time to indulge ourselves in the new Bud Light world. There was an artificial beach with boats on it. Two food trucks serving up some delicious food. Adding a little extra, there was a Budweiser stand and a lime-a-rita stand with stacks on stacks of different flavors ready for everyone to jump on. The main stage was inside a huge tent and gave a lot of room for everyone to get out of the drizzle.
After loading up on some delicious ice cold Budweiser and 2 or 3 quisadillas, we made our way to the other side of House of Whatever. What else could they possibly have? Well there was a lot more. We started running into some beautiful Bud Light promo girls. There was music blaring along with plenty of stands ready to serve you Bud Light at every corner.
Making our way around, we started seeing Bud Light still hadn’t run out of surprises. They had magicians throwing down some awesome tricks. There was fire breathers, plenty of giveaways and masked people. They added some new ideas from the last party. They had a chalk board where everyone shared there thoughts to the beginning of a sentence “Bud Light is the perfect beer for…” They also had a football throwing area to raise food donations for fundraisers and to allow us to check our throwing skills with double vision.
They had a PacMan center with a couple of old school arcade games ready to play. While making our way around, we ran into the new PacMan celebrity Riley Scott from the life size Pac-man Bud Light commercial. He wasn’t celebrating in a special VIP area. No, he was out and about with the Bud Light people. Partying with all of us and taking pictures with everyone who was willing to ask for one. He was a super cool guy and enjoyed his new fame to the max. We were also able to meet some of the other media that was invited to the party
After making our way around the entire center and enjoying everything Bud Light, we still hadn’t even hit the closer. The main stage was saved for Nicki Minaj and the party was hyped!
Courtesy of Nicki Minaj Instagram
The night ended with an awesome fire works display, a stumble to a Lyft and what seemed to be confusing ride back to the crash point. Some falls occured along the way, but that is neither here nor there.
DAY 2: HOT IN HERRE
Saturday had hit and the crew finally woke up. We made the common mistake many party goers make… we went too ‘tuff’ on the first night. We didn’t blow our load, but we got pretty damn close. As we started putting the pieces together, we started looking at the crime scene. Beer bottles were everywhere and the first of many bottles of Jack Daniels was found one the ground empty. Approximately 1 pm, we got up and tried to figure out what is the best medicine to feel better. The OTC prescription can be found at your local 7-11… more beer.
Between the visit for some beer, beef jerky (protein), and another bottle of Jack (gotta be ready for the end of night), we received the entail for the day. We were going to be interviewing Nelly! It was time to start prepping. What do you do to get ready for a Nelly interview you ask? You down some drinks, get some grub, and put on a Nelly mix like back in the day.
A questionable transaction happened before our eyes, so it seemed the perfect time for a selfie! We didn’t want to be late, so we made our way downtown.
We made our way downtown and had to make our way to the Bud Light contacts. As we were waiting, casually Warren Sapp walks into the the hotel/apartment area where a lot of celebs were staying. This was of course before the whole prostitute deal. Had we known, we could of at least pointed him into the right direction. We meet with the contacts and waited for our time to enter the suite.
After a short time frame, it was time to go in for the interview. We took a quick elevator ride up and waited for our time to start, outside of Nelly’s suite. Of course, us being us, we were told we were laughing to loud and to quiet down. They brought us into the suite. Still… too loud. They gave us a beer and moved us to another hallway. Still… too loud. They moved us to a side apartment. Finally, we could enjoy some jokes and wait our turn. I decided to take some photos and laugh my ass off.
After a short wait, we got the phone call. It was time to enjoy Mr. Country Grammar himself. When we walked in, Nelly had it written all over his face. He wasn’t as happy to be there as we were, how could that be? That is when Paul dumped the energy into first gear and made some magic. Just like the movie “The Sandlot”, Paul stood a little taller after that interview and we had to tip our hats to him. Below is a link to the interview and enjoy the energy growth from the beginning to the end.
The interview came to a complete and Nelly was having fun with us! Then it was picture time. I went on to show this picture to anyone who would check my phone. It was pure perfection! We also took some shots from the suite to take in the size of the House of Whatever.
Working on the high from the pictures and interview, it was on to the next adventure. Tonight was a fight night I had been looking forward to for a long time, Diaz v. Silva. We made our way to a sports bar and ordered some food quickly. Unfortunately, they were only showing the prelims. At this point, Major pulled up clutch and found a friends house who was showing the fight. This house went on to be known forward as the “Workaholics” house. Everything told to me about the house seemed dope and it was a matter of time till I could see it! We left the restaurant and caught our Lyft ride to head to the fight party. On the way, we picked up some Fireball whiskey and beer and made friends with our driver.
The big story about this house was the pool and just overall vibe. Once I opened the door, I was sucked it. It was everything they said it would be and more. We quickly shuffled to the back of the house to start the showing. Awesome people in a “workaholic” like house!
I finally hit a wall and had to spring a leak. I was already pretty buzzed so I felt it was dark enough to just take a leak outside. I stumbled upon another gem, the sink in the yard with plants growing in it. Again, loved it!
After taking everything the backyard had, it was time to enjoy the UFC card. We lined up Fireball shots, pounded some more beers, and got excited for the main fight, Diaz v. Silva. The fight wasn’t what the hype was but we all had a great buzz going.
Our Lyft driver did a great job of getting 3 assholes back home. It was another whiskey bottle, some sketchy Mexican food, and some great Nelly jams.
Eventually the whiskey kicked in and we began to kick the pumpkin. These were the last two pictures in my phone from that night.
DAY 3: SUPER BOWL
The crew woke up after another long night. This time, with some inspiration… and a missing pumpkin. The pumpkin had made its way to the ground over the balcony. Yet, we still had inspiration. We were planning on going down to the stadium for the Super Bowl but also had a belief that we could sneak into the game. That was the plan and all we had to do was go down and get it! We took a Lyft down to the stadium to start our assault. There were Seahawk fans everywhere. It was ultra crowded and it was only noon.
We made our way through the parking lot and started checking the other side of the stadium. When we made it to the new portion, we saw a huge crowd and heard some yelling. The back and forth we heard was with the Westboro Baptist Church. Now although the signs made me chuckle, the fact that someone is so far into a belief that they actually yell this shit is amazing. These guys have been drinking the punch and chased it with another.
After running into these crazy people it really felt like God was on our side. It was time for us to sneak into the Super Bowl. The plan… walk up with our Bud Light media credentials and charm our way in. We walked up with our smiles big and confidence tall. There was a woman security guard, easy peasy right. WRONG! She saw right through us. We were quickly pushed to the side and told to beat it. We all wiped our tears and then Paul ran into a “Free hug” guy. The warm embrace Paul received seemed like the guy was just thanking us for trying. We also ran into a smaller version of Andrew Dice Clay!
Super Bowl sneak in, no-go. Next step, plan to watch the Super Bowl like everyone else. One of the guys from the “Workaholics” house was planning on showing the game, but at his house. This was a grown-up house. It was also filled with kids. I still haven’t mastered the art, especially after some drinks, of not using “adult words” around little ones. The words flow out as the booze flows in. We made our way to pick up some more alcohol for the game and a big slice of questionable pizza from the local convenient store. We got introduced to a bunch more of the Phoenix gang. A ton of cool people and a great game. There was some delicious food and a nice set-up inside and outside.
After the party we made our way back home with another bottle of Jack. Hell, it was a great Super Bowl and the last day of the trip. We got home and continued the party. Luckily, I set the alarm before the booze brain kicked in and we missed our flights.
Day 4: AFTERMATH
Everyone woke up after many snooze alarms from the phones. We had an early flight and everyone in Phoenix was looking to get the hell out of town. I decided to take a couple more pics of the mayhem before we packed all our crap and and jumped in our Lyft.
Again, our Lyft driver was dope. We shared some cool stories while I believe Paul may have passed out on the ride to the airport. The airport was super busy, as we had thought it would be. There was people everywhere, many with hangovers and tons of hawk fans with sad faces.
Paul and I picked up some breakfast and made our way to our terminals. Somehow, we have continued to raise the bar on our craziness. Just glad no one was arrested. Until next time…