April 21, 2012 7:15 a.m.: Wake up. Ugh. Do I really want to do this? Ugh. More sleep. Shouldn’t have drank so much last night. Ugh.
7:30 a.m.: Shower. Get dressed.
7:45 a.m.: Eat cereal. Raisin Bran. Brush teeth, etc etc.
8:00 a.m.: Thomas picks me up. Get on I-75 S. Put Make Do and Mend’s End Measured Mile in.
10:00 a.m.: Arrive in Orlando, FL. Park Ave. CD’s in Orlando, FL., to be exact. It’s Record Store Day and it’s the first time I’m actually going to a record store to buy records. There’s a gigantic line wrapped around the adjacent gas station. We’re at the end of the 150 person line. This is going to be a long day.
11:00 a.m.: Doors open.
11:15 a.m.: Hey, we actually took a step!! WOW!!!
11:30 a.m.: Thomas walks towards Park Ave. to see how often they are letting people in, as well as to talk to the guys at Enemy Ink, who help out with screen-printing for shirts at Paper + Plastick.
11:45 a.m.: Thomas texts me to walk towards where he is. I leave the line, with people staring at me like I’m insane. It isn’t hard to find Thomas. I mean, he’s 6’9”. C’mon. I see him standing with a friend, some kid whose name was Ryan or Bryan or something –yan. We basically cut >50% of the line. We were THOSE guys. No one seemed to care though. Whatever.
12:00 p.m.: As by some act of fate or something, as soon as we cut the line it seemed to start moving. I start going over my mental list of the records I’m going to try to pick up. Arctic Monkeys’ 7”, the Mastodon/Feist (FEISTODON!!!) split, the Uncle Tupelo records, the Moving Mountains Foreword 12”, Straylight Run’s self-titled 12” and Alexisonfire’s demo EP. Hopefully I can snag all of them. Or most of them. Hopefully.
12:45 p.m.: We are now standing on the sidewalk. I can now see the door, as well as the older, bearded Park Ave. employee who was explaining some of the layout of the store to the customers closer in line. This is a really nice experience and Park Ave. set it up fantastically. Free CDs and 7”s for every $10 spent and free shirts for $100. Not bad at all.
1:00 p.m.: We are finally inside. Here we go.
1:01 p.m.: Okay, 7”s are first. Let’s see, where is that Feistodon split. Oh wow, there’s actually a ton left. Thank youuuuuu. I see the Lonely Forest/Now, Now split. Why not? The Horrible Crowes Live at Fingerprints? Sure! Arctic Monkeys, where are you? Nowhere to be found. Forever sad.
1:10 p.m.: 10”s. Umm. Yeah, I don’t want any of you. See ya.
1:11 p.m.: 12’s. The main event. I start off looking for Uncle Tupelo’s records, hoping they aren’t all gone. Who am I kidding? No one bought those. Just me. There were sooo many. I see the EP from The Tallest Man on Earth so I grab that as well. That guy is awesome. See Refused’s Shape of Punk to Come reissue. Yes, please. I ALSO FOUND MOVING MOUNTAINS’ EP. THE LAST COPY!! OMG OMG!!! No Straylight Run though. What a bummer.
1:20 p.m.: I browse the remaining, non-RSD records, hoping to find something worth using the RSD discount on. I do. Nearly immediately. The Horrible Crowes’ Elsie, my album of the year last year, in blood red, the variant I had been searching for. Definitely buying that.
1:25 p.m.: I think I got everything so I start doing the math in my head, tallying what my total should be AND HOLY SHIT IT IS BIG. Time to put some stuff back. I set back the Tallest Man on Earth EP. Can’t really justify $15 for three songs. I also set back the Lonely Forest Split. I debate setting back Moving Mountains’ EP and buying it online in the less-rare variant but decide YOLO so I keep it anyway.
1:30 p.m.: Time to wait in line again. This one isn’t so bad. I talk to Thomas about the records he picked up. About the same amount as me, but more 7”s than 12”s, thereby cutting the total in about half. I ended up spending $120. Oh well, it’s worth it.
1:45 p.m.: And just like that we are out of the store. What a quick, awesome experience. Couldn’t say enough great things about Park Ave. and the staff there. Awesome, awesome, awesome.
2:00 p.m.: Chipotle. Burritos. Mmmmmmm.
2:15 p.m.: On I-75 N back to Gainesville. What a great experience.
4:30 p.m.: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz