This weekend was Dax's funeral for Maddox. I bought myself a ticket and went to record and dig for laughs.
The evening before the actual show, there was a meetup at a bar called the Slipper Clutch. It's a dingy little place that only plays 70s and 80s hard rock.
Dax, Rekeita, Riley, and their respective significant others showed up at the same time. Vito forgot his id then was too tired to come back to the bar. Rekeita and his wife were very pleasant to talk to. They handled being around Dax's spergs with grace and patience. It was difficult to talk to Dax about anything. He is incapable of having a genuine conversation. Everything is a bit and he must always be the alpha in any interaction. Now Riley was interesting.
Riley was by far the easiest to talk to. Just shit on the rage pig and he will buy you a drink. He let slip that he, Ralph, and Dax had a little disagreement in about November of 2020. This disagreement almost got the previous meetup in Tampa cancelled. Weirdly enough, it seems that failed comedian/strip club manager Mike and his wrestling enthusiast/Cuban tire salesman Royce ended up saving that meetup. Also, Riley and his empty headed girlfriend smell like moldy cheese and bad weed.
Now the show itself was held at the Boomtown Brewery pictured below.
This place is less of a bar and more of a warehouse with some tables and chairs. I attempted to record the show, but the acoustics were atrocious. Even in person nobody could understand what was said on stage.
The main purpose for the event itself was to be the funeral of George Maddox, the former cohost of The Biggest Problem in the Universe. Dax had a mannequin dressed up like Maddox.
Throughout the show, a fat man in a Vladimir Putin mask would rush the stage. Dax had the crowd scream, "sanctions!" To scare the sperg away. At the end of the show, Dax had Erik Wong hand out kazoos to the crowd and sing Amazing Grace as the coffin was carried out of the bar.
After the show, everyone drank. Unfortunately the bar only had heavy beers that were usually 6-10% alcohol. Most everyone left less than 2 hours after the show. There was also several rounds of people doing lines of cocaine in the bathroom. When the staff found out, the whole group nearly got kicked out. It was only after intervention from Dax did the bar staff calm down.
At this point in the evening (around midnight) the crowd is drunk, rowdy, and a bit tired. Vito, the sniveling weakling he is, decides to go home. I was talking to him in an effort to get him to slip some info on anything. The only thing he wanted to talk about was the new Batman movie and how he forgot to bring a cigar, unlike everyone else. The two of us walked to the front of the bar, continuing to talk about Batman. He shook my hand. Vito has a stronger handshake than Dax. It's highly disturbing. After getting in the car, he sticks his head out the window, looked me in the eye, and smiled while shouting, "Don't dox my car!"
Here is a picture of his license plate.
Dax then led the crowd of drunks several blocks to a new bar called The Mermaid.
This place was a hole in the wall. Far too small for the nearly 70 people that followed the diddler. This is where I left. I was sleepy, drunk, and tired of being around the retards that willingly listen to Dick Masterson.
