When describing my night, there are multiple points where I probably should stop typing for the sake of my Mother, Hi Mom. But since this is based on my destructive behavior and awful luck at the game/obstacle of life, I won't.
I think I got out of work at about 9:30 and met Nareth at Phil and RD's. The topic of conversation...Porn...
It took all of 3 minutes for Phil to have an icy cold 32oz beverage in front of me. This was one of those points that I could just stop writing, and save some shred of remaining dignity, but no...
So I made a second drink, and then David showed up. David is affectionately known as "Shots." This is another point in which I should stop. Nareth pours two shots of 151...REALLY...151? I'm just going to drink the bleach under the sink instead! Nareth hands one to David and the other to me...WTF? I did not ask for a shot. But being me, I took it. and finished my drink. I made my third drink a little too stiff...and almost could not finish it.
We walked down to RAGE and I was already feeling smashed. Nareth and I stopped got Chicken Nuggets. I just now got off the phone with Rettles to try and piece this part together...As we were macking on our food some "Dingle-Berry" came up and said, "Dude are those Chicken Nuggets? Can I Try One?" So we said sure. Then he told me I was "Hella Hot." He was not. Nareth's quick thinking saved me...and screwed me at the same time. Instead of saying he is with me, he said "He is straight...and from Scotland." So I did my best Scottish accent. Thanks Maurizio! I apparently talked to him for a good couple minutes in what I am sure was a butchered accent...Finally I said, "Oh...Me Mates awaitin' for me" At that point the guy kinda looked puzzled. I was now Australian! So we left and went to Rage. I had my wristband on the wrong arm, and my man-crush Art saved me, and put it on the right arm. I love Art! If he were not there I would have had to wait in line, and I don't queue very well. We grabbed a drink and mingled.
***I think we had another drink, I think I talked to RD, I think someone told me that I was tall, I think I saw someone I thought I knew, and I think I unintentionally ignored them. This part will all become more clear in the next few days***
We then inexplicably left. I am sure there was a reason, and we were there for a while, but this was all foreign to me. We went back to Phil and RD's, and Nareth and I walked Luka their Basset Hound. It was pretty much time travel at that point. I remember being at these places and doing these things but the movement from point A to B was all a mystery to me. I do remember walking Luka with Nareth. I was like a shiny steel ball in a game of urban pinball. I was bouncing off of and bumping into anything that I possibly could. When I get a bit tipsy I work extra hard to compose myself. I am somewhat of a guarded person and don't like to let everyone in. The exception to this is of course the blog. But last night, I was catastrophic, tragic and I'm sure painful to watch. We got back to Phil and RD's and "Shots" seemed to be in the same condition I was, Ron was helping him to the couch. Well at least we know the side effects of 151 now. I came to in front of my house Nareth had driven me home. I fell out of the car, literally, fell out and walked to my house again, playing "Urban Pinball" the entire way!!! The End
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I feel like writing about something...
For two reasons, A. Boredom and 2. I have lots of thought dancing around in my clinically disturbed booze shaker of a head. I am not sure what this will be about until the very end, but we'll see what happens.
I have gotten quite a bit of crap from people for a couple of reasons recently. The first was my "unfair and insensitive" portrayal of Inglewood. And to those people who have expressed concern, go away. I simply documented everything i saw, including a bit of photo evidence. Stereotypes are funny, especially when they play out to be true...Chicken-heads... 2. "You have not posted enough of the negative stuff that is happening to you." Thanks Brian! My misery is your pleasure, I will try to live a crappier life for your convenience.
I have decided that everytime I go out, I am going to try and create drama for your enjoyment. I thinking a random slur, or an airborne pint glass at 1am at the Abbey would do the trick. Or maybe hooking up with a large lady-man on the corner of Santa Monica Blvd and San Vicente. Getting arrested has its appeal as does trying to steal a kiss form a couple who happen to already me making out...So many choices...A simple boob grab or random ass-slap also has potential to create some problems. Any other suggestions? My well-being and life are in your hands...
Work is going really well. I have not had a run in with "Jean Summers" and her 30Lb Pussy in quite awhile. I think if she were to come in and talk to me I would be driven over the edge. Then I would have to explain to the police why I hit her with the 25Lb printer that I am staring at right now. I think if I just direct them to her history they will understand.
Friends are good. I missed out on a trip to Temecula on Sunday to celebreate, Paul's, Kat's, Kelly's, Sophie's and John's Birthdays because I just did not feel well enough to go out, and because I did not want to go down there by myself. I had aasked a couple people who showed a slight interest but that appeared to fade with time. As it always does with acquaintances. I have been going out quite a bit up here and meeting some new faces which is nice. I am trying to get accustomed to the group, but as your prototypical, "New Overly-Opinionated Ass-Hole" this has become a bit tricky. Whatever, it'll happen.
The love life is...ummm...The End...
Family is well. The last thing I heard from my Mom was a quote on my blog about poor decisions, she said, BRANDON MATTHEW WATSON. And that was it. I am assuming it was Mother Dearest because of the tone, yes text has tone.
Overall, my life seems hectic right now, and frankly its not terribly fun. I am the kind of personality that loves to be around people, whether it be a group of ten people, or just one, I just like having someone to talk to. Plus, I don't look so batshit crazy when there is someone else to talk to. I have recently been changing my plans and schedule around a lot in the hopes of having consecutive days off from work which has tragically backfired, because the handful people who I actually was looking forward to hanging out with are either busy, or not around. Therefore, I have had a lot of time to think. Thinking for me is dangerous, unless Trivial Pursuit or Cranium, then I will murder you, figuratively of course. :-) When I think, I think way too much. I think myself into situations that are so unbelievably far-fetched that I for some reason believe them. Lame...
I have to do an Obama shout out, simply because this is the best day in the last 8 calender years. I feel happy, elated almost. George Bush and his 22% approval rating have just landed in Texas where he will forever resign to being labeled, "The Worst President in United States History". Worse than Nixon(Watergate), worse than Warren G. Harding(Tea Pot Dome Scandal), worse than Ronald Reagan (Just being a douche or Dingle-Berry). Immediately after 9/11, Bush's Approval rating his approval rating soared from a dismal pre 9/11 mark of 51 to 90%. As he ascended from the Capital Helipad his rating had descended to the lowest mark ever, in the history of the United States Executive Branch. In conclusion, I hate George W. Bush, I hate his smug smirks, I hate the fact that he still after 8 years of foul-ups, takes no accountability for anything that he has helped create/destroy...
Bon Voyage Dingle-Berry...
Oh and for those of you who are still reading, check out my co-worker Allison's awkward encounters and dating predicaments at allisonslaadventures.blogspot.com
I have gotten quite a bit of crap from people for a couple of reasons recently. The first was my "unfair and insensitive" portrayal of Inglewood. And to those people who have expressed concern, go away. I simply documented everything i saw, including a bit of photo evidence. Stereotypes are funny, especially when they play out to be true...Chicken-heads... 2. "You have not posted enough of the negative stuff that is happening to you." Thanks Brian! My misery is your pleasure, I will try to live a crappier life for your convenience.
I have decided that everytime I go out, I am going to try and create drama for your enjoyment. I thinking a random slur, or an airborne pint glass at 1am at the Abbey would do the trick. Or maybe hooking up with a large lady-man on the corner of Santa Monica Blvd and San Vicente. Getting arrested has its appeal as does trying to steal a kiss form a couple who happen to already me making out...So many choices...A simple boob grab or random ass-slap also has potential to create some problems. Any other suggestions? My well-being and life are in your hands...
Work is going really well. I have not had a run in with "Jean Summers" and her 30Lb Pussy in quite awhile. I think if she were to come in and talk to me I would be driven over the edge. Then I would have to explain to the police why I hit her with the 25Lb printer that I am staring at right now. I think if I just direct them to her history they will understand.
Friends are good. I missed out on a trip to Temecula on Sunday to celebreate, Paul's, Kat's, Kelly's, Sophie's and John's Birthdays because I just did not feel well enough to go out, and because I did not want to go down there by myself. I had aasked a couple people who showed a slight interest but that appeared to fade with time. As it always does with acquaintances. I have been going out quite a bit up here and meeting some new faces which is nice. I am trying to get accustomed to the group, but as your prototypical, "New Overly-Opinionated Ass-Hole" this has become a bit tricky. Whatever, it'll happen.
The love life is...ummm...The End...
Family is well. The last thing I heard from my Mom was a quote on my blog about poor decisions, she said, BRANDON MATTHEW WATSON. And that was it. I am assuming it was Mother Dearest because of the tone, yes text has tone.
Overall, my life seems hectic right now, and frankly its not terribly fun. I am the kind of personality that loves to be around people, whether it be a group of ten people, or just one, I just like having someone to talk to. Plus, I don't look so batshit crazy when there is someone else to talk to. I have recently been changing my plans and schedule around a lot in the hopes of having consecutive days off from work which has tragically backfired, because the handful people who I actually was looking forward to hanging out with are either busy, or not around. Therefore, I have had a lot of time to think. Thinking for me is dangerous, unless Trivial Pursuit or Cranium, then I will murder you, figuratively of course. :-) When I think, I think way too much. I think myself into situations that are so unbelievably far-fetched that I for some reason believe them. Lame...
I have to do an Obama shout out, simply because this is the best day in the last 8 calender years. I feel happy, elated almost. George Bush and his 22% approval rating have just landed in Texas where he will forever resign to being labeled, "The Worst President in United States History". Worse than Nixon(Watergate), worse than Warren G. Harding(Tea Pot Dome Scandal), worse than Ronald Reagan (Just being a douche or Dingle-Berry). Immediately after 9/11, Bush's Approval rating his approval rating soared from a dismal pre 9/11 mark of 51 to 90%. As he ascended from the Capital Helipad his rating had descended to the lowest mark ever, in the history of the United States Executive Branch. In conclusion, I hate George W. Bush, I hate his smug smirks, I hate the fact that he still after 8 years of foul-ups, takes no accountability for anything that he has helped create/destroy...
Bon Voyage Dingle-Berry...
Oh and for those of you who are still reading, check out my co-worker Allison's awkward encounters and dating predicaments at allisonslaadventures.blogspot.com
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A Timothy Intervention
As mentioned in my previous blog, Tim and I went out.
I called Tim at about 8PM because I had not heard of anything going on and Tim said that he may want to go out. I said, "Tim, Come Out and Play! I need someone to save me from myself." Haha, but no really, that is definitely a partial truth.
I have been nothing short of a psychopath for the last couple weeks and I needed a change of pace. Work has really taken a lot out of me as well as life outside of work, etc... Draining, physically and emotionally. Yesterday was my first day off from the gym since the 4th and Friday was my first full day off of work in that same time period. I have become quite the introvert, and for those of you who have known me for a long time, an introvert is not the best way to describe me. Soooooo anyways...
Tim and I were not really sure where we were going to go, soooo Tim put his sexy car(See a 3649Lb Orgasm post) on auto-pilot and we ended up parking at the Abbey. Hmmm, Weird, the Abbey?
We grabbed a drink and made fun of some older gentleman whom finds it fitting to wear his sunglasses at night, in a bar...and if you are blind and use them as eye shields, my apologies...but yeah, we kinda milled around for a bit and looked at people...errr...Well I frantically searched for a pretty face and Tim stared at "Barman" until i had to wipe the drool off of his chin. There was one pretty face in a (couldn't actually tell)light blue/lavender/teal/aquamarine/sea foam green/mint green/turquoise colored shirt with a really neat tattoo on his arm. He was there with his also attractive friend and a lady friend. I kinda made quick eye contact but, being the pansy that I am, I looked away quickly and pretended to ignore him. Smooth...Jesus I suck...We got our drinks from "Barman" and headed into the adjacent room where they followed us, stood there for five minute, RIGHT NEXT TO US, STARED AT US, and still, all I could do was look at Tim and talk about something totally stupid, like (Here comes my George Cleveland Shout-out) Zoroastrianism, the 1985 Danny White led Dallas Cowboys, Vanna White, or other supercilious topics. I need to work on my "game". Maybe I will take another trip to Inglewood and have one of my homies teach me how to "Holler at dem hoes"...
Anyways, Tim and I moved on and were standing at the front and saw Phil and said hello. I turned around to find Tim and he was gone, just like that. He had been abducted by an absolutely smashed foreign couple who were slow-dancing to a different beat. Tim, kinda looked at me with that, "Please God Strike Me Dead So This Will Stop" kind of look and called me over then I got sucked in. The couple had their arms around Tim and I and the lady was getting frisky. We escaped just in time as the couple started making out. It was only 1:30 but Timothy was tired and I was getting inexplicably grumpy. I guess it just comes with old age, so we headed out. I needed a night out without any pressure or stress and I got it. I feel as refreshed as a hung-over person might expect to feel.
I was supposed to go wine tasting today for a few friends birthdays but I really was not in the mood to get into my car and drive to SD by myself. I asked a few people to go, but none of them seemed too enthused about it, so I kinda stopped pursuing it. Cut your losses right? Alright all, enjoy the rest of your weekend!
B
I called Tim at about 8PM because I had not heard of anything going on and Tim said that he may want to go out. I said, "Tim, Come Out and Play! I need someone to save me from myself." Haha, but no really, that is definitely a partial truth.
I have been nothing short of a psychopath for the last couple weeks and I needed a change of pace. Work has really taken a lot out of me as well as life outside of work, etc... Draining, physically and emotionally. Yesterday was my first day off from the gym since the 4th and Friday was my first full day off of work in that same time period. I have become quite the introvert, and for those of you who have known me for a long time, an introvert is not the best way to describe me. Soooooo anyways...
Tim and I were not really sure where we were going to go, soooo Tim put his sexy car(See a 3649Lb Orgasm post) on auto-pilot and we ended up parking at the Abbey. Hmmm, Weird, the Abbey?
We grabbed a drink and made fun of some older gentleman whom finds it fitting to wear his sunglasses at night, in a bar...and if you are blind and use them as eye shields, my apologies...but yeah, we kinda milled around for a bit and looked at people...errr...Well I frantically searched for a pretty face and Tim stared at "Barman" until i had to wipe the drool off of his chin. There was one pretty face in a (couldn't actually tell)light blue/lavender/teal/aquamarine/sea foam green/mint green/turquoise colored shirt with a really neat tattoo on his arm. He was there with his also attractive friend and a lady friend. I kinda made quick eye contact but, being the pansy that I am, I looked away quickly and pretended to ignore him. Smooth...Jesus I suck...We got our drinks from "Barman" and headed into the adjacent room where they followed us, stood there for five minute, RIGHT NEXT TO US, STARED AT US, and still, all I could do was look at Tim and talk about something totally stupid, like (Here comes my George Cleveland Shout-out) Zoroastrianism, the 1985 Danny White led Dallas Cowboys, Vanna White, or other supercilious topics. I need to work on my "game". Maybe I will take another trip to Inglewood and have one of my homies teach me how to "Holler at dem hoes"...
Anyways, Tim and I moved on and were standing at the front and saw Phil and said hello. I turned around to find Tim and he was gone, just like that. He had been abducted by an absolutely smashed foreign couple who were slow-dancing to a different beat. Tim, kinda looked at me with that, "Please God Strike Me Dead So This Will Stop" kind of look and called me over then I got sucked in. The couple had their arms around Tim and I and the lady was getting frisky. We escaped just in time as the couple started making out. It was only 1:30 but Timothy was tired and I was getting inexplicably grumpy. I guess it just comes with old age, so we headed out. I needed a night out without any pressure or stress and I got it. I feel as refreshed as a hung-over person might expect to feel.
I was supposed to go wine tasting today for a few friends birthdays but I really was not in the mood to get into my car and drive to SD by myself. I asked a few people to go, but none of them seemed too enthused about it, so I kinda stopped pursuing it. Cut your losses right? Alright all, enjoy the rest of your weekend!
B
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Brandon and the Triple Date...
I went to Dinner last night at Maggiano's Little Italy at The Grove with Nareth, Tim and Tim's friends Shelly. Had a good time. I have not really talked to Tim in a while in depth, and Nareth had not seen him since October so it was nice to catch up.
After dinner, Rettles and I went to Phil and RD's to pre-drink before we went to the bars...Baller's on a Budget...We had five or six shots of Vodka and Papaya juice and then headed out. We went to Rage and got on the dance floor, I started dancing and Rettles looked at me and shook his head. He said, like a hula hoop, dance like you're hula hooping! So I Hula hooped for a little bit, and then it went south again...He looked at me again, and this time looked disgusted, he said, "Just try and feel the music." I said I'm white, this is how we feel music....I was feeling it so hard my hand was sliding up the songs thigh and going for the crotch...however, my movements weren't reflecting it....And that, ladies and gentlemen how I dance...I will take charity dance lessons if someone REALLY feels sorry for me...
Nareth said, c'mon, lets just get another drink...I concurred...
We had another drink or two and decided it was time to take off.
***Fast forward to tonight***
Tim and I are going out again tonight, not sure where, but we'll see where it goes...I'm sure I'll have something to blog about tomorrow! haha
After dinner, Rettles and I went to Phil and RD's to pre-drink before we went to the bars...Baller's on a Budget...We had five or six shots of Vodka and Papaya juice and then headed out. We went to Rage and got on the dance floor, I started dancing and Rettles looked at me and shook his head. He said, like a hula hoop, dance like you're hula hooping! So I Hula hooped for a little bit, and then it went south again...He looked at me again, and this time looked disgusted, he said, "Just try and feel the music." I said I'm white, this is how we feel music....I was feeling it so hard my hand was sliding up the songs thigh and going for the crotch...however, my movements weren't reflecting it....And that, ladies and gentlemen how I dance...I will take charity dance lessons if someone REALLY feels sorry for me...
Nareth said, c'mon, lets just get another drink...I concurred...
We had another drink or two and decided it was time to take off.
***Fast forward to tonight***
Tim and I are going out again tonight, not sure where, but we'll see where it goes...I'm sure I'll have something to blog about tomorrow! haha
Thursday, January 15, 2009
New idea...
So my life has been slow recently, at least on the blog front. No fights with the decrepit, drunken shenanigans or bar brawls to speak of. There have been some akward/confusing/frustrating situations of late, but I am saving those for a rainy day.
I did have one blog-worthy story to tell, I had the most impressive celebrity sighting ever today...I had what I think was an "Eric Estrada Sighting." You all know Eric Estrada from those silly pictures:
Oh, and he was also on some show "CHiP's" in the 80's...The best part, and again, I'm not 100% sure this was him, but he was parked at the BP gas station on Robertson and Olympic and was driving a refurbished Police Cruiser. I thought, Ohhhh, the Irony!!!
Allison and I went out to Bingo last night at Hamburger Mary's and met Nareth, Frangelo, Jeffery and Kris. Played a little gay bingo and then went over to OBar to see Kevin Barry for his 30th B-day. He was a bit sauced but had had a good night! I was sad to hear that he will be leaving back to cold Philadelphia at the end of February, but I guess that's life right?
We went to Fiesta for Karaoke and milled around for a little bit, Nareth taught me to dance like I'm hula hooping. Hahaha, fun times! Before long, I'm not going to need booze to dance! hahaha. I work today at 4 for a couple hours and then have Friday off which will be nice!!! Have a lovely Thursday people.
Brandon
I did have one blog-worthy story to tell, I had the most impressive celebrity sighting ever today...I had what I think was an "Eric Estrada Sighting." You all know Eric Estrada from those silly pictures:
Oh, and he was also on some show "CHiP's" in the 80's...The best part, and again, I'm not 100% sure this was him, but he was parked at the BP gas station on Robertson and Olympic and was driving a refurbished Police Cruiser. I thought, Ohhhh, the Irony!!!
Allison and I went out to Bingo last night at Hamburger Mary's and met Nareth, Frangelo, Jeffery and Kris. Played a little gay bingo and then went over to OBar to see Kevin Barry for his 30th B-day. He was a bit sauced but had had a good night! I was sad to hear that he will be leaving back to cold Philadelphia at the end of February, but I guess that's life right?
We went to Fiesta for Karaoke and milled around for a little bit, Nareth taught me to dance like I'm hula hooping. Hahaha, fun times! Before long, I'm not going to need booze to dance! hahaha. I work today at 4 for a couple hours and then have Friday off which will be nice!!! Have a lovely Thursday people.
Brandon
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Karaoke!
I would like to preface this blog by saying GO CHARGERS!!! The Bolts play in crappy freezing cold Pittsburgh today and are going to need to play flawless...We'll see what happens...
And now, onto the Juicy Bits!
I got out of work last night around 9PM and raced out to Korea Town to meet Nareth and the girls at Yose Karaoke Bar. I was exhausted from work but felt like I needed to go out.
As soon as I walked into the room Ron poured me a beverage and it was ON! I could not drink that much because I was driving, but I got my fair share. Enough to sing backup on a couple songs, Don't Stop Believing (Journey), Don't Speak (No Doubt), and of course, YMCA, what else would you sing in a room full of drunk gays. haha. Everyone was seemingly having a great time. We were there for about 3 hours and then most headed home but a few of us, Nareth, Kevin, Mario, Jorrell and Myself, headed to the Abbey. I was the fifth leg, but its ok. We got a drink and decided to call it a night.
I had a blast on my first Karaoke night, and hope that there are more. Next time, someone can drive me that way I can let my true singing talent show!! God help all of you...Haha
And now, onto the Juicy Bits!
I got out of work last night around 9PM and raced out to Korea Town to meet Nareth and the girls at Yose Karaoke Bar. I was exhausted from work but felt like I needed to go out.
As soon as I walked into the room Ron poured me a beverage and it was ON! I could not drink that much because I was driving, but I got my fair share. Enough to sing backup on a couple songs, Don't Stop Believing (Journey), Don't Speak (No Doubt), and of course, YMCA, what else would you sing in a room full of drunk gays. haha. Everyone was seemingly having a great time. We were there for about 3 hours and then most headed home but a few of us, Nareth, Kevin, Mario, Jorrell and Myself, headed to the Abbey. I was the fifth leg, but its ok. We got a drink and decided to call it a night.
I had a blast on my first Karaoke night, and hope that there are more. Next time, someone can drive me that way I can let my true singing talent show!! God help all of you...Haha
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Weekend Wrap-Up
I got back to Los Angeles on Friday morning, and promptly went to work. Lame. It was ok though, something exciting was-a-brewin' for Friday night. I was going to go to Rage! I always felt like I was not allowed to go to Rage due to past relationships and other safety concerns, but I finally decided to go. Nareth had invited me and I jumped at the bit. Conveniently and by complete coincidence, it was "asian night" at Rage. Hmmm, funny how things work out.
We got to Rage at 9:15 or so and got some drinks. $5.00 drinks all night, can't beat it! As I was looking around, I came to the realization that I have met/chatted/hit on roughly 75% of the guys in the bar...My question is, does this make me whorish, or just a tease, seeing that I have not actually met any of them. Thoughts? Comments? Oh Well, I am just going to call myself outgoing! Which is what I was that night. I rubbed a bald guys head and asked him for head shaving tips, I got the number of the doorman who was really good looking, played staring games with a couple people partially to just because i wanted to and partially to make them feel uncomfortable. It was a blast.
After my headache went away at 5PM on Saturday, I left work and headed home with no plans. Timothy had texted me to see if anything was happening. His guy friend had apparently ditched him to go to San Diego, and so I said im up for it. I cooked some dinner (Homemade wontons, and Brown Sugar Fried Eggplant) and got all cleaned up and left to Pick of T-Fong at about 9:00. We got to the bars at 10 and went to trunks. Trunks is an interesting place. For you Escondidians, it is much like pounders. A dear friend of mine, Thomas "Jesus Christ" Nolan once referred to Pounders as "The Star Wars Bar", simply because of its patros very creaturous and alien-like appearance. Trunks is not nearly as bad as pounders, but there are some similarities. Either way, the beverages are cheap and the music is loud. Timothy and I walked in and the whole bar turned to look at us...it was weird. Tim said "What the fuck is everyone looking at?" and I habitually checked my zipper...Turns out nothing was wrong, people are just rude. We had a quick drink, chatted for a bit and then left.
Fiesta was next in line. They do a 2-for-1 drink special every single day, all day sans 8-10:30 PM. So we got a couple beverages there and found a heat lamp and proceeded to stalk "Leather Guy". Well T-fong did, I just watched. The wrost part was he absolutely knew that we were stalking him, but, hey, when you are at Fiesta, it happens. As we were leaving I saw "The Santos" and his gaggle of gays, don't remember their names, but they seemed really nice.
We then headed to the Abbey, the one place we said we were not going to go. But when we were walking by Dana, the greatest host ever, was at the exit and told us to come in the back door and to not wait in line. That was the first privilage that I have gotten at the Abbey due to John since he left in July! Sweet! Thanks Meech!
We walked around, it sucked, I saw Tom, he ignored me, we left. Got some Jack-in-the-Box on the way home, dropped Timothy off, and went to bed. The end.
We got to Rage at 9:15 or so and got some drinks. $5.00 drinks all night, can't beat it! As I was looking around, I came to the realization that I have met/chatted/hit on roughly 75% of the guys in the bar...My question is, does this make me whorish, or just a tease, seeing that I have not actually met any of them. Thoughts? Comments? Oh Well, I am just going to call myself outgoing! Which is what I was that night. I rubbed a bald guys head and asked him for head shaving tips, I got the number of the doorman who was really good looking, played staring games with a couple people partially to just because i wanted to and partially to make them feel uncomfortable. It was a blast.
After my headache went away at 5PM on Saturday, I left work and headed home with no plans. Timothy had texted me to see if anything was happening. His guy friend had apparently ditched him to go to San Diego, and so I said im up for it. I cooked some dinner (Homemade wontons, and Brown Sugar Fried Eggplant) and got all cleaned up and left to Pick of T-Fong at about 9:00. We got to the bars at 10 and went to trunks. Trunks is an interesting place. For you Escondidians, it is much like pounders. A dear friend of mine, Thomas "Jesus Christ" Nolan once referred to Pounders as "The Star Wars Bar", simply because of its patros very creaturous and alien-like appearance. Trunks is not nearly as bad as pounders, but there are some similarities. Either way, the beverages are cheap and the music is loud. Timothy and I walked in and the whole bar turned to look at us...it was weird. Tim said "What the fuck is everyone looking at?" and I habitually checked my zipper...Turns out nothing was wrong, people are just rude. We had a quick drink, chatted for a bit and then left.
Fiesta was next in line. They do a 2-for-1 drink special every single day, all day sans 8-10:30 PM. So we got a couple beverages there and found a heat lamp and proceeded to stalk "Leather Guy". Well T-fong did, I just watched. The wrost part was he absolutely knew that we were stalking him, but, hey, when you are at Fiesta, it happens. As we were leaving I saw "The Santos" and his gaggle of gays, don't remember their names, but they seemed really nice.
We then headed to the Abbey, the one place we said we were not going to go. But when we were walking by Dana, the greatest host ever, was at the exit and told us to come in the back door and to not wait in line. That was the first privilage that I have gotten at the Abbey due to John since he left in July! Sweet! Thanks Meech!
We walked around, it sucked, I saw Tom, he ignored me, we left. Got some Jack-in-the-Box on the way home, dropped Timothy off, and went to bed. The end.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Just an update...
Spent the day Hanging Out in China town with Ricky yesterday...very entertaining...we had lunch at this awesome dim sum place called Ocean Seafood. After we were done stuffing our faces we went to walk around and look at "Stuff." That's the best way to describe shit in China Town...Stuff. Bamboo plants, illegal turtles dried seahorses, and older Hispanic women trying to sell you on the holistic benefits of Chinese "Stuff." An hour later, we were at 99 Ranch Market in Van Nuys, I felt like making pho. So I bought the necessaries along with a 4 pound barrel of Kim Chi. Should suffice for a couple of weeks.
I was supposed to cook dinner for the roommates, an ongoing promise that has yet to be fulfilled...but that did not pan out so i took a road trip instead...
Later in the evening, I went down to Huntington Beach and had dinner with a friend whom I have never met but have talked to and chatted with seemingly for the beginning of time. Really cool guy, laid back, kind, level headed, just my type! haha We went and gorged at Taco Tuesday at Fred's Catina or something of the like. Delicious "Impostor Mexican Food," but it filled a temporary void! After Dinner Joselito and I took the cliche long walk on the beach and just shot the shit. I took him back to drop him off at his place and we watched a few episodes of the newest family guy season, had a good laugh, and then I vacated, because he had to work the next day. I had a quick drive home as could be imagined on the 405 at midnight, and crashed out. I awoke this morning...around noon...to the soothing sounds of Rosa's vacuum...damnit...Gotta go, time for scrabble with nareth!
I was supposed to cook dinner for the roommates, an ongoing promise that has yet to be fulfilled...but that did not pan out so i took a road trip instead...
Later in the evening, I went down to Huntington Beach and had dinner with a friend whom I have never met but have talked to and chatted with seemingly for the beginning of time. Really cool guy, laid back, kind, level headed, just my type! haha We went and gorged at Taco Tuesday at Fred's Catina or something of the like. Delicious "Impostor Mexican Food," but it filled a temporary void! After Dinner Joselito and I took the cliche long walk on the beach and just shot the shit. I took him back to drop him off at his place and we watched a few episodes of the newest family guy season, had a good laugh, and then I vacated, because he had to work the next day. I had a quick drive home as could be imagined on the 405 at midnight, and crashed out. I awoke this morning...around noon...to the soothing sounds of Rosa's vacuum...damnit...Gotta go, time for scrabble with nareth!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Silver Lake to WeHo
Based on Mapquest.com's estimates the distance from the beginning of the rally in Silver Lake California to West Hollywood is about 8.5 miles. This is the distance that about 5000 people walked on Saturday night. Following a rally at the "Juntion" at Santa Monica Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard, the march began. With a police escort of around 250 officers, about 5000 of the original 15,000 protesters began their march to Hollywood and Highland where they met with us and 2000 other fellow "Rallyers." Together, 7,000 protesters walked Sunset Boulevard past all of the bars that were conveniently vacating at about that time screaming, "What do we want? Equal Rights, When do we want them? Now" It really was something to behold. As soon as I can get a USB memory card reader I will upload all of them and share the wealth! I will be in Sacramento for the statewide rally on the 22nd, and think it would be sweet if I can get some support from the old Davis cronies Supposed to be roughly 20,000 people involved...We'll see about that. Let me know if y'all want to meet up. Anyways, short post, thats all I got. Stay tuned for a post on The Church of Moron...Ooops, Church of Mormons...Talk to you soon.
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