Our morning started late, noonish, and although I lack the photographic proof, Scotty decides to inhale a three course–12 oz. yuengling, a shot of sweet tea, and a doubleshot of tussin–beer bong breakfast. Bob's persuasion techniques are infallible.

Shortly after arriving at the park we realize the beer is rapidly being consumed and our stomachs crave the attention of a solid nutritional source, so we collect money for food, and more alcohol. Managing to collect 126 dollars, the next stop, food lion; 40 burgers, 40 hot dogs, buns, condiments and five cases of beer later, Bullet’s wallet is cashed and replaced with a 123 dollar receipt, three dollars tip to Bullet for being the chef and setting the cook out wheels in motion.

Games of s.k.a.t.e. are played and some serious ripping is going down in the back parking lot. Frank showcases his flatground talent before smacking his “dome piece” blasting a kickflip over the suicide grate. Scotty, under the influence of breakfast and undiscouraged by Frank's fall, pulled an ollie coffin over the grate. Scotty may have been inspired by the hippie jump to drop-off done earlier in the day by Travis.

Six of the 10 people starring in the video made it to the premiere and a lot friends showed up to party and support whathadhappenwaz. As eight o'clock creeped up, the crowd made their way inside to check the video out. Way more people showed up than any of us ever expected and everyone seemed to be psyched on what had happen.

After the video, a product toss went down in the park. Shirts, stickers, and a couple of boards were thrown into the mosh pit of five to 12 year olds. Apparently, polaroids were not designed for this type of photography.

Escaping the claustrophobia of the park, most of us hit up Five Star for the dance floor and some more drinking. "The last call for alcohol," came blaring through the speakers as we left the club to meet up with our under-aged crew who went to a party after the premiere, instead of Five Star, for cheaper drinks. Around 3 a.m., a few not-so-stoked raleigh policemen put an end to the night, for most of us. A couple friends went on solo-missions, waking up to a vice-city-video-game story of their own involving jail time and encounters with what is speculated to be a hooker and a stolen car.

A video trailer is up on the whathadhappenwaz website with most of the days events, minus Five Star and the after party, but including Scotty's breakfast of champions.