| Coachella Day 2 |
[11 May 2005|05:51pm] |
Too spoiled by the much touted balmy weather, Coachella wasn't about to deprive us of its typical searing temperatures.It slyly crept up at 8.30 am and quickly transformed our shrouded tent into a convection oven. With a mere 3 hours of slumber to our names, the only way we could alleviate our discomfort was to play strip poker -- only without the cards... or any of the usual poker paraphernalia for that matter. One by one, Lobsterboy and I peeled off a piece of clothing until we were both down to a singular item. Thankfully, my slip was a little less revealing than the thread-bare boxers that he was left with. Stripped to our skivvies, there was still no reclaiming our sleep. And with all the window flaps and doors of our tent already gaping, there was little else we could do save to be on display in our birthday suits. Rather than become some form of sideshow attraction, we begrudgingly resolved ourselves to just waking the hell up and hitting the mobile showers.
Unlike the severe trauma of the Port-a-Potties (the 8th level of hell according to Robert), the mobile showers were surprisingly rather spiffy. Much like those that you would find at a decent gym with heavy curtains, slatted benches, large soap dispensers and streaming hot water. Everyone in line was clad in shorts, bikinis and/or sleepwear with towels slung over their shoulders and appeared to be hungover/groggy/zombies. Had they made the showers co-ed, it would have proved to be far more interesting...
After our morning meal of a scrumptious breakfast burrito and freshly made real lemonade, we were raring to start Day 2 of Coachella. We discovered that one of the benefits of having a camping pass was that we could enter through a "special" line. We also discovered that we could bring in as much bottled water as we pleased provided they were still sealed. We looked at each other and with one raised eyebrow telepathically devised our booze smuggling ploy for next year.
Clocked in at 1.30pm as we entered the gates and made a mad dash for Sloooaaannn!!! Surveyed the Mojave Tent and was extremely giddy to find that it was jam-packed: half with diehard fans like myself and the other half those that must have heard good things about Sloan. I sang along to every song, rocked out, chanted and thrust my fist to the air while Lobsterboy bobbed and made like a chipmunk with his packet of sunflower seeds. Beamed ever so proudly and as usual their set left me with a super natural high plus a pair of busted eardrums from their overtly loud amps. As the crowd exited, I finally spotted people I actually knew. Trotted over to where Daniel, Michael, Monique, Steve Parks, Aaron and Doug were milling about and introduced my cohort in tow.
They must have been famished as well because we all ended up in the food court foraging for some grub afterwards. Marveling at the gastra-orgasmic goodness of our Greek pizza -- the best pizza that had ever graced either of our palates -- Lobsterboy and I were beset with glee and regained our much needed stamina. Here are the rest of the acts that we caught that day:
Autolux- Arrived halfway through their set because of our lunch/potty break. First time seeing them live and while some of their songs were really well-crafted, others just lulled us to sleep. And in the case of Lobsterboy, that was in the literal sense as he had dozed off on more than one occasion during their slot. Shame, shame.
Kasabian- A shot of amphetamine straight into our dead veins. Not the most original band around these days, but hey, they were thoroughly enjoyable.
Fiery Furnaces- Bordered on boring. We were looking forward to the inspired quirkiness of "Blueberry Boat", but alas, they were sorely lacking in both inspiration and quirk. Sorry, Johnny O.
Futureheads- Very good from a distance as we choked on our criminally-overpriced-alcohol-reduced-content beer. Really good as we positioned ourselves directly where they were playing. Lots of cute guys in our immediate vicinity. A definite plus. Well, for me at least.
Arcade Fire- Despite the bliss of seeing and hearing them live, I couldn't fully get lost in their set because of the sound difficulties that plagued them. Even so, their symphonic epic performance was definitely one of the major highlights of the festival for me.
Dresden Dolls- Effin' kicked ass! And with only piano and drums at that. Self-described as Brechtian punk cabaret, this duo of real life lovers had a dynamic so intense that the applause after each of their songs were more like ovations. Bravo!
Paranoid that we would be swallowed up by the Empire Polo Fields until the wee hours of the morning with the hordes of revelers, we decided to cut our losses and departed before much anyone else did. Drove back to our comparatively lavish hotel suite and luxuriated in a nice, long shower -- separately -- where I retrieved "the mystery underwear" (a faux pas that I will never live down). We then took a cab to downtown Palm Springs to check out the bustling nightlife. We were directed to Arcenas, "the gay street", where a bar called the Elbo Room would still be open. I'm not entirely certain which gay bar we eventually landed in, but regardless, it wasn't anything remotely close to Police Academy's Blue Oyster Club. Got properly intoxicated and my loose lips spilled the beans about a certain dalliance with someone I fondly refer to as "my forearm". Big mistake as I did not hear the end of that for the remainder of the night.
When we returned to the hotel, all of our suitemates began trickling in. Met Dennis' friend Katie and hung out with Daniel on the patio before I called it a night. Lobsterboy chatted a bit longer with Daniel before following suit. Inebriated beyond reproach, he rambled and rambled on for at least another hour until I hinted at sleep by burying my face in my pillow. He then grabbed the pillow from his twin bed and brought it over to my side to join me in mine. The end?
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| Coachella Day 1 |
[04 May 2005|08:15pm] |
Coming from Stephanie's place in Los Feliz, Lobsterboy and I braved the horrendous traffic on the 10 Freeway en route to Daniel and Dennis' party pad at the Palm Canyon Resort Spa. This wonderous trek lasted close to 4 friggin' hours. With no air-conditioning to boot -- and worse yet, a stereo that only played the *gasp* radio -- it was a wonder that our lovely banter even survived us the car trip. Repeatedly, I kept reminding myself that it was part of the Coachella experience. Finally at the hotel, I tore off my clothes as if they were crawling with scorpions and literally jumped into the shower to give myself new life. We caught our second wind. By this time, it was practically sundown so we decided to get into high gear and sped over to the festival. But of course, not before stopping in at Ralphs first to purchase our weekend's sustenance: water, ice, cigarettes, beer, whiskey and pffft sunflower seeds.
After a bit of a roundabout attempting to find the correct gate to park in, we pulled into the lot amidst the sea of vehicles already gathering dust and tumbleweed from the very early hours of that day. After gathering our jackets, we then funneled some questionable poly bag (which appeared to previously contain dextrose and/or urine) with whiskey, trudged through the sand and somehow managed to smuggle our precious booze past the Gestapo's checkpoint. Thinking we were home free, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out *tada* our camping passes instead of our Saturday tickets! Ah, another part of the Coachella experience we exclaimed! Save for those pesky sunflower seeds, my companion had not eaten much else since awakening and neared a state of delirium. I threw off my sandals and raced through the dark and marsh (ouch! ouch! ouch!) in the general direction of where my car might be; desperately searching for the bobbing red balloon in the horizon that had the number 3 imprinted on it just like on Sesame Street. I made it back just as Weezer neared the end of their set and we made a quick beeline for the nearest food stand. Balancing the task of devouring our panini and hauling our bags and bottles of water while wading through the massive crowd, we secured our place in a decent area of the Coachella Stage for the legendary Bauhaus. Thankfully, there were a few minutes left before they actually came on so we were able to just plop ourselves down on the grass to take in a few deep breaths. Caught our third wind.
Here's a breakdown of what little of the bands we actually saw that night:
Weezer- From what we could hear from outside the gates, Weezer were uhhh...Weezer. No surprises. And they played that bullshit Beverly Hills.
Bauhaus- With the eerie backdrop of a cobalt tie-dyed sky, they unveiled their set with Peter Murphy wrapped up in a strait-jacket of sorts singing upside-down, suspended from the rafters like a madcap bat. Enough said.
Chemical Brothers- Absolutely the most fun we had that night, hands down. They were so very on and the tented crowd had this infectious party atmosphere about it. We danced, drank, sang, fell over.
Zap Mama- Fun in a Caribbean kind of way fun. Lots of swaying.
Spoon- Best set sound-wise as we lounged amongst the stars and primary color lit palm trees. I have a feeling we would have appreciated their set so much more had we not been so exhausted. Everyone else must have felt the same way as they grazed in the grass.
Coldplay- Eh, most of their songs sounded so much like each other from the distance and we only caught the last one as we got to their stage. We weren't too too distraught.
URB Afterparty with DJ Carlos (of Interpol)- RSVPed for this one and as we approached the gates behind the Sahara Tent, discovered a bazillion people waiting to get in (had I checked my email before leaving for Coachella, I would have received instructions as to where to get wristbands that would bypass that endless queue). Opted out and we proceeded to my car to retrieve our camping gear.
This was another one of those little Coachella moments. We lugged our tent, overnight bags, pillows and blankets from a great distance right back to the proximity of the venue entrance to where the camping site was. We were directed to Location BB and would meet a man along the way who would guide us to where exactly that was. Mysteriously, that man never materialized and we became very worried for him. Why was he missing and what sad fate had he possibly met? Too bad we were too beat to really give a rat's ass, saw an nice open space and splayed all of our belongings where we pleased. Whiskey-addled and with barely any illumination around (no, we did not think to bring a flashlight), neither of us could make out the heads or tails of our 2-3 person Eddie Bauer tent plus vestibule. After struggling for a good half hour with bendy poles and miles of nylon and on the verge of gritting our teeth with seething aplomb, our tent angel miraculously arrived. With the aid of his Cyclop miner's headlamp and a tug on his toolbelt, he had the wind whistling Dixie through the window flaps of our erect shelter before we could even lay a finger on each other's necks. Or alternatively, we were ready to just sleep on top of the tent pile. Caught our wind four.
Tranquility gradually hit and we meandered back to the car to hang our overnight camping pass to avoid getting towed. We then finished up our day's ration of alcohol and cigarettes as Lobsterboy strummed on a junior guitar before we dragged our weary asses back to our temporary abode. Brushed our teeth with bottled water and crashed.
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| falling in love/a fond farewell ? |
[24 Aug 2004|01:20am] |
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I'm listening to "From a Basement on the Hill" on loop and it's like falling in love with Elliott Smith all over again. The majority of the tracks seem very upbeat and poppy and Elliott's voice unsettlingly too smooth, yet I can't help but feel tiny pangs in my chest with each play through. Also, I came to realize that I had already heard each and every one of these songs previously, either live when I saw him at Henry Fonda or through bootleg MP3s, so in effect, I was overcome with deja vu with the first listen. And for various reasons, I've become quite attached to Strung Out Again, King's Crossing and Shooting Star.
Earlier today, I was strongly craving an espresso brownie so naturally I just had to get my fix. People who are already hyperactive need not work at Starbucks.
me: oh, i'll just take an espresso brownie...
barista: just? just an espresso brownie??? it's not just an espresso brownie, why it's just the best thing in the world!!!
While I was nibbling on my caffeine, a boy, who was about 10 years old and wearing the dorkiest outfit ever, commenced to give an impromptu rendition of the River Dance. It was the most bizarre thing to witness early in the afternoon and I almost coughed up my coffee chunks. His mother was ever so proud and the boy smiled brightly with a glazed look over his face. I felt a sudden urge to abduct the unassuming lad and take him to the nearest de-brainwashing facility.
Friday night was fun fun fun in so many different ways. First off was Graham's lovely acoustic set of Sloan's "Between the Bridges" and then some. Then Stephanie was generous enough to lend me a bunch of CDs that I hadn't listened to in a long, long time. I was seriously drooling -- all the ones that I wanted! Then Guy allowed an elite few to view his most guarded student films, i.e. Small Gay Soliders, Beaten, Skinhead Dance Party and more. And like I told Jill, i think I passed an entire kidney afterwards. Also, I think it's safe to say that after his stellar performances in said films, that I will never look at Graham quite in the same way ever again. Ever.
Around midnight, I high-tailed it to The Conti while wearing Graham's Italian chapeau, which of course was so much cuter on me. Saw some of the usual suspects and closed the place down like always. Mildly disappointed and not needing to really go home, proceeded to Steele's for a lovely listening party. I suppose he felt comfortable or confident enough to bare his soul to me in the way of having me hear his numerous musical renderings. I must say, he has a really amazing singing voice. Ethereal and provocative. None of the songs were fleshed out, yet I could definitely grasp what he was going for.
me: hmmm, this one has a sinister element to it. it sounds like purgatory...
ryan: really? because i was actually going for hell.
Got home around 5.30 am, and after checking something online, I instantaneously felt so much closer to a certain someone and simultaneously sensed the impending departure of someone else. I can honestly say that I'm not all too ready for either, but I'll likely be able to gauge the situation better in the next two weeks. It's peculiar how things just fall into place like that sometimes without one even being conscious of it.
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| ode to the gay terrorist |
[28 Jul 2004|03:31am] |
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I apologize, I couldn't resist and just had to repost these Liz Phair lyrics:
Everytime I see your face
I get all wet between my legs.
Everytime you pass me by
I heave a sigh of pain.
Everytime I see your face
I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog,
I'll take you home and make you like it.
Everything you ever wanted,
Everything you ever thought of, is
Everything I'll do to you,
I'll fuck you and your minions, too.
Your face reminds me of a flower
Kind of like you're underwater:
Hair's too long and in your eyes
Your lips a perfect "suck me" size.
You act like you're fourteen years old.
Everything you say is so
Obnoxious, funny, true and mean.
I want to be your blowjob queen.
You're probably shy and introspective;
That's not part of my objective.
I just want your fresh, young jimmy
Jamming, slamming, ramming in me.
Everytime I see your face
I think of things unpure, unchaste.
I want to fuck you like a dog,
I'll take you home and make you like it.
Everything you ever wanted,
Everything you ever thought of, is
Everything I'll do to you,
I'll fuck you till your dick is blue.
Everytime.
That felt so dirty, I must go and shower now.
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| where is my mind? |
[07 Jul 2004|03:40pm] |
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(Cross-posted on Myspace.)
That Pixies song (actually, just the chorus) has been on endless loop in my head since the weekend. More often than not, I am confident with the decisions that I make. I can justify my actions and deal with the ensuing consequences. However, I am constantly challenging those choices.
As much as the 4th itself was terribly uneventful, the previous nights were pretty noteworthy:
Friday, got to hang out with Joe and Kenn at The Continental for a bit, which was nice. Then they left early to make out (haha) and abandoned me. Met someone who took note of the sticker on my purse who is also a huge Sloan fan! Even nicer. Discovered what a friend meant by "smoking" patio at 2Js.
The next night, I had a very mild "debate" with someone running on half a bottle of vodka and 7 Jack and Cokes. Strangely enough, his arguments ended up being somewhat valid when they were presented in a certain context. Forearm adjustments were in order and I believe I called him an Incubus. Incubus turns 25 this Saturday.
July birthdays:
7.6 Craig Wahl
7.10 Matt Star
7.10 Incubus
7.16 Kenn Shane
Happy Birthday to all of you! xoxo
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| Late night caller |
[14 Jun 2004|05:39am] |
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Oh.my.God. I just got back home an hour ago and left home 2 hours before that. Me. Tattoo Dude. Oh me, oh my. Really, really finished business now (in a very good way).
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| Looking for Mr. Goodbar |
[21 May 2004|11:41pm] |
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Mars Volta: Televators |
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Last night, I was deathly bored and felt like taking a hatchet to my head just for the sheer thrill of it.
Good thing I came to my senses and remembered that I had always wanted to go and check out The Continental Room here in the heart of downtown Fullerton. I realized though that I had no one to go with. And then I decided to seize life by the balls and try something I had never done before. Which is, go to a bar/club/anywhere at night. ALONE.
When I got there, it was not quite how I had imagined the place to be. I always had this notion that a lounge should be lounge-y with plush velvet lounging sofas, smoke-filled rooms and a snooty clientele that a powder blue ruffle-shirted Mike Amico could croon to. I was surprised to see that most of the crowd were of the preppy/sorority/frat variety in the age range of 24.
So as not to seem obviously by myself, I asked to see Carlo (former owner of The Hub), the owner of The Continental Room, so I could say hello. An attractive guy with dark curly locks approaches me at the bar.
- Hi.
- Hi...
- I'm Carlo.
- You are? No, you're not.
- Yeah, you're Corky right? We've met before... At the Hub when you used to book Rooney...and at the Shag exhibit, we were with Paul Frank.
- Ohhh, right right. It's been a while.
Wow, when did Carlo become so hot? He looked at least 10 years younger and so much cooler. He asked me how long I was going to be around because there was a band going on in 20 minutes and he was going to be playing with them. We chatted a bit more and I stayed to see Midnight (something) who were very entertaining in a lounge/blues/ska (without the brass) style. Halfway through their set, Carlo joined them with his harmonica which confused me even more about the definition of lounge.
Eventually, I got over trying to figure it out and just enjoyed myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed this guy standing a few feet from where I was sitting. Every 20 seconds he'd glance my way and did so for the duration of a song. He was kind of cute in a Dawson (whatever his real name is) type of way, but with blonder hair. I could hear the gears grinding in his brain, thinking of a clever pick-up line. Evidently, he came up empty and went with the standard "are you here to see this band" query.
He invited me to join him and his friends at the front bar and I later find out that he isn't 24 after all. Yeah...he's 25. Also, he's a firefighter for the City of Los Angeles. I didn't believe him at first and for some reason the bachelorette party for Julie Cooper with the firefighter strippers came to mind. Yes, my brain wanders off in tangents like that.
I won't go into the details of the rest of the night. But in not so many words, I had an absolutely marvelous time. It was great to see Carlo again and I might be back tomorrow to see The Moseleys play there. I got home at 3.45am, content in the fact that I chose to be spontaneous for the first time in a very long time.
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| I wanna thank you |
[18 May 2004|12:49am] |
So aside from their Action Pact Tour, Sloan will be embarking on a supporting tour with Jet here in the States.
Mike (Nelson) said that they might just be hanging around...waiting for their turn at soundcheck and maybe playing a mere 30-minute set on that particular tour. So he was telling me that he and the boys already bought a badminton set and other recreational paraphernalia in that event. Awww!
Here are the dates:
7/6/2004 House of Blues Chicago IL United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/7/2004 Newport Music Hall Columbus OH United States Sloan & The Anyones
support
7/8/2004 Agora Theater Cleveland OH United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/10/2004 Roseland Ballroom New York NY United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/11/2004 Hampton Beach Ballroom Hampton Beach NH United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/12/2004 Lupos Heartbreak Hotel Providence RI United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/14/2004 The Norva Norfolk VA United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/15/2004 House of Blues North Myrtle Beach SC United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/16/2004 House Of Blues FL Orlando FL United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/18/2004 House Of Blues NO New Orleans LA United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/19/2004 Gypsy Tea Room Dallas TX United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/20/2004 Stubbs Austin TX United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/22/2004 Sunshine Theatre Albuquerque NM United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/24/2004 House of Blues Los Angeles CA United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/25/2004 House Of Blues Anaheim Anaheim CA United States Sloan & The Anyones support
7/27/2004 The Fillmore San Francisco CA United States Sloan & The Anyones support
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| Relax! Don't do it... Take me out! |
[16 May 2004|02:51am] |
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To me, Franz Ferdinand is somewhat reminiscent of Frankie Goes To Hollywood. And if I knew how, I'd mix "Take Me Out" with "Relax". That is, unless someone already has. In which case, please direct me to a place where I can download it.
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| People are awesome |
[12 May 2004|02:29pm] |
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This week so far has been close to pure bliss. I'll have to type up a detailed post about it sometime.
Saturday- What I thought was going to be a bummer of a day actually turned out to be sooo fun and strange. Party. Karaoke Bar. Noah almost dying.
Sunday- Running on 4 hours of sleep. Lovely Mother's Day BBQ. Mmm, Potato Salad.
Monday- My Birthday! Ice Cream and Cake. Addison at Knitting Factory. 10 free drink tickets! Hot Floor Manager. Wonderful People.
Tuesday- 3 hours of sleep. Restful and Relaxing Day. Finding a Long Lost Friend.
Today- ?
Thursday- Tailgate Party and Addison at Chain Reaction.
Friday- ?
Saturday- Todai? Dinner, Movie and Detroit Bar with Graham and Joe.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday greetings, hugs and all your love. It meant the world to me. xoxo
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| tall skinny pale |
[05 May 2004|08:04pm] |
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Oh my sweet Jesus! I mustered up enough nerve and fabricated some super lame ass excuse to call him. It was so liberating and now I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from me.
- So are we ever going to get to hang out again or is this it?
- The ball's in your court, I called you.
Soon. Very soon.
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| "I'm baiting Corky..." |
[04 May 2004|09:54am] |
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I've been in a touch and go mood lately.
Maybe it's because I'm on internet withdrawal. Really, without at least 2 hours of online time daily, I'm just a walking zombie. Also, I have to be on freaking dial-up and Jennifer's perpetually on the phone yakking away. Argh.
"Oh wireless, how I miss you so! Why have you forsaken me?"
I could just be feeling blah because I don't have the guts to call a certain dude. We have unfinished business. I think? Hmmm... It's odd that the handful of people that know about this situation are Monique, Jasmine, Josh, Joe and Jon Halperin!
This extended weekend should be uplifting though. I definitely want to go out dancing or to dinner and a movie Saturday night. Sunday appears to be a nice day for brunch. Monday's my birthday and you're all invited to go to the Knitting Factory for FREE that night! Addison will be playing and Satisfaction is rumored to be there as well. I will put up a more formal invitation here tonight or tomorrow since I'm "the best procrastinator" -Robert Schwartzman.
Fellow May Celebrants
5.4 Jasmine
5.6 Chris Clark
5.11 George
5.21 Gabe
5.27 Monique
5.29 Juan
Every time "Reptilia" or "Darts of Pleasure" come on the radio it makes me want to dance, but when they play "Come On, Come On" it "makes me want to stick a pen in my eye" -Ann Tran.
I am in the process of decorating my junky Prizm and it's going to be rather kitschy. I'll take pictures so you all can see how cool (or "uncool") it turns out. I already put in a bright blue plastic vase with a fake orange flower "just like in a Volkswagen" -Joe Allen.
I'm off to take the first shower of what I anticipate to be at least 4 today, depending on how hot the weather gets. I need more cute sandals people and spritzer!
Alright, so I'm feeling better already! Ciaociao!
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| Hell's device is fueled on semen |
[19 Apr 2004|12:18am] |
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Alright, does anyone know if there is such a thing as a female person being in heat? I swear, too many guys, too much attention.
In more exciting news: SLOAN.
june 5th- spaceland (21+)
june 11th- troubadour
The days in between? Chain Reaction perhaps? Hey, I'm working it as much as I can work it. Oh and Mike's sending me their itinerary. Yeeha!
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| Shorter and sweeter |
[16 Apr 2004|01:30am] |
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Air: Surfing On A Rocket |
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I just wanted to greet a few special people whom that I did NOT get a chance to see this past weekend.
- Happy 19th Birthday Brenda! Lunch/Make-up Session/Massage/Tattoo is definitely in order.
- Belated Happy Easter Jasmine! We should also do all of the above. Alright, maybe just lunch at The Old Spaghetti Factory real soon.
- Belated Happy Easter Monique! We missed you at Groopfest, hope you got a ton of tips the next day.
- Murphy, we still miss you and your Mommy so much! Maybe your Daddy a little too. Just a tad.
Well, I am on borrowed time until that blasted laptop gets here so I can only come on twice a day for a few minutes. Dial-up is the devil's spawn.
Ciaociao!
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| Ain't nothin' but a heartache |
[13 Apr 2004|02:51am] |
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I cannot sleep and ironically enough this may be attributed to the long weekend that just passed. Overstimulation maybe. (Sorry for deep image linking Dennis, I don't have photoshop installed yet.) Working backwards:
Sunday
Went to some Christian church in Chino where there was a dramatization of the Passion in the congregation hall. There were suspended angels, life size Crosses, real horses, fake blood, pyrotechnics and then some. It was quite the impressive production and Randy was completely captivated by it all.
Had an early Easter dinner at Jennifer's mom's lovely home in Chino and met the most precocious tiny 3-year old girl. The boys had a fun time swimming and Randy learned to float (with a lifejacket) both on his back and tummy. Dinner highlights were the French Bean Casserole and the banana cream pie. Mmhmm.
Drove back to the OC with Joe, Kenn and Josh after picking Randy up from egghunting in Burbank. Packed ourselves into the beat up Prizm which surprisingly runs very well and has decent air conditioning. Joe, Kenn and Randy whiled the time in traffic by playing with the 70's mobile phone between themselves. Dropped the guys off at Joe's house so they could head out to his grandma's and we to Jennifer's mom's for Easter food! Josh was a bit concerned that his cravat would make Joe's grandma think he was queer and asked Joe if he should ditch it. Joe's response was that if he were calling the shots, Josh would also have to cut his hair, shave his moustache and change all of his clothes on top of it. Josh decided he wasn't really all that concerned.
We finally got to the Addison digs in Hollyweird at 4.30am after having an early morning snack at IHOP with Cindee and Moranne. Noah, who was our designated driver, almost drove out of the parking lot with Joe still trying to climb into the car. In retaliation, Joe harassed Noah incessantly the whole drive to the apartment. And if Noah didn't have such quick reflexes, we would rammed right into the police car that decided to freakishly stop abruptly on the freeway, as if to block us, as we were getting ready to exit. At the apartment, everyone was ready to crash (no pun intended!), yet Kenn and Joe were still wide awake and proceeded to the subterranean garage with their guitars. It was so hot and stuffy that I had the worst time trying to sleep and I ended up taking a shower at 6am only to wake up 4 hours later.
Saturday
The excessively riotous, too-fun-for-words Groopfest lasted into the wee, wee hours. But surprisingly enough, the neighbors didn't shut it down as they had on previous occasions. And according to our gracious and rocking hosts, Daniel and Dennis, people were straggling out of the makeshift dancefloor even at 2.30am.
 
joe, justin riner and me by the back stairs. kenn and karaoke in the dark, under the canopy.
Still, as the night wore on, more people seemed to trickle in like Kenn (who sang Karaoke to Heart of Rock and Roll with much gusto and attitude) with Noah and Gabe and Zorina and Zorina's friends Josh and Chris after them and Josh, Cindee and Moranne after them.
Get, Set, Go was the last band to go on and even though the PA wasn't loving them, I thoroughly enjoyed their set. After they packed up, I somehow ended up on stage for Karaoke with Daniel, Parks and Europop. Despite my insistence of being tone deaf (and Parks and Michael claiming they were as well), I was able to join in on a few tell me whys to I Want It That Way (which I've since discovered to be by the Backstreet Boys and not Justin Timberlake as most people think).
At 7.50, I drove down to Alhambra to drop Randy off to stay over for the next day's egghunt in Burbank. When I returned to the party, there were many new arrivals and the first band had already finished playing. Went to look for Joe to make sure he knew I was back and I found him on the phone giving directions to Kenn. He was in the vicinity of the "Men's Bathroom"/Dark Backyard with a Fence so I headed back to the DJ/Dancefloor area where Dawn, Jeffrey, Brett and Jen were seated. I finally met Europop Michael in person, re-met Justin Riner and squealed with delight upon seeing Stephanie/Huyen for the first time in over two years.
 
me (making the worst face ever!)and joe. steve parks helping randy find eggs.
Around 6.15pm, I swung by for Joe, after he came back from painting some more at Micro Flex, and we had a nice and speedy drive to Eagle Rock. For some reason, the stereo in the car minimizes the raspy Rod Stewartness of Wayne Coyne's voice on Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. And Joe's growing out his hair. We arrived at about 7.30, very early in terms of party standards, so there was still a ton of food and beverages to consume. Also, there were some plastic candy-filled Easter eggs that had been scattered about and, with dusk beginning to set in, Randy was given free reign over the entire lot. I could tell It was going to be a splendid weekend.
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| No Ties to Bind Me |
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I will be gone for the rest of the day packing and packing and hauling and cleaning. If you should see me sign on to AIM, please scold me and admonish me for my lack of willpower and send me back on my way to the rigors of moving.
Random:
-I think that the Olsen twins are just a few years shy of eventually becoming porn stars like the Barbie twins.
-Donovan Leitch is mmm mmm, expecially in person.
-So glad that Andy and George will be back home soon.
-I still miss Murphy...
-Satellite radio A7? at Wahoo's is cool.
-I'm still going to Save The Fox!
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| English Disco |
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Is it just me or is anyone else equally giddy about seeing this film documentary? It actually premiered as a special screening June of last year at the Arclight. Graham and I were planning to go, but for some reason or other we didn't end up seeing it. I was so disappointed.
I had a chance to sit down next to Rodney upstairs in the Troubadour Loft at a Vines show. He was so sweet and soft spoken. I wanted him to be my grandfather. Oh and he reminds me of what Jay might look like when he gets older.
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| Wipe It Down |
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Friday was an action pact, fun-filled day...
and night...
and early morning.
After taking what has become my usual morning nap until 11am, I took a shower and put on some clothes. At 12.50 I then proceeded to BJ's in Brea to meet up with Jasmine who I hadn't seen since last Halloween when I tactlessly insulted the [Paul Frank] jacket that she had on. But all was forgiven so we had some yummy mini pizzas and topped it off with the World Famous Pizookie! Man, it was my first time ever having a pizookie and it was to die for. In between bites we talked about internships, SXSW, a certain person's seemingly non-existent girlfriend aka Natalie Bishop from the OC, a certain Jason-esque boy in her class, the Oprah show about Older Women, Younger Men and and of how I somehow remind her of Finola Hughes from Style. Our lunch was fairly short, but sweet and we penciled in The Old Spaghetti Factory as our next rendezvous.
I bid Jasmine adieu at 2.35 and braved the freeways to make it into Alhambra at 4.10 to pick up my tax refund check. Went to the bank afterwards and picked up and activated a new cell phone. By that time it was already 5.20 and I was running late to head back to the Brea area.
While sitting in traffic, I called Graham on his cell to let him know to meet me at Joe's at 7.00 so we could all go see Eternal Sunshine at 7.35 at The Block. Alas, he wasn't picking up so I had to leave him a nasty voicemail.
Finally made it to Julie's house at 6.45 for her little jewelry party where I bought a pair of cute earrings and a matching pendant necklace. We gossiped a bit over Zinfandel with strawberries and the ubiquitous chips and salsa. It was already 7.15 so I pardoned myself from the gathering and drove to Joe's house.
I tried Graham again, but he still wasn't picking up. I called Joe to tell him that we weren't going to make it to the movie and that I was just going to head over to his house and we'd figure things out from there. Once I got to his place we called Kenn Shane to get the party posse under way to Underground or ug as it's fondly referred to nowadays. After chatting it up quite a bit with Joe's mom, it was off to Hollywood.
We drove in Joe's truck and for some reason the ride there seemed so much longer than I thought. I haven't been a passenger in quite some time, so maybe that's why. In any case, we arrived at the Addison apartment situated between Henry Fonda and Knitting Factory at about 9.00. They had a full house at the apartment with Josh's girlfriend Niki and two of Kenn's female friends, Krissy and Jasmine, visiting from Ohio and Illinois respectively. We invited Josh and Niki to come dancing with us, but they seemed extremely absorbed in their backgammon game of which the former was cremating the latter.
After figuring out how we were getting to Underground with 5 people in a 3-seater truck (Joe shuttled us in two trips)we were all accounted for by 10.45. As we approached the patio area, I was instantly greeted by a very mischievous looking Daniel; I think he was trying to sneak up and surprise me. I later found Daniel's other half, the newly shorn Dennis who had a bottle of "water" he was offering to people and an already rather tipsy Mateo, he of the cigarette rolling skills. I also later ran into Jeffrey and Joe who were milling around and waiting for Dawn to get there.
Our group hadn't had dinner yet and planned to order at Underground, but were told that the chef was on vaction for a month! Daniel suggested calling to have pizza delivered, which we thought was a brilliant idea. It reminded me of the time I was in line for the Elliott Smith Memorial Concert at Henry Fonda and called Domino's to deliver a pizza to our group in line.
At around 11.30 or so, the Dawn, Monique and Brett Trio arrived. Monique ambushed me from behind and Dawn wondered if the doorman had carded me. And I don't think Brett recognized me.
Our ham and pineapple (Joe's choice) pizza finally arrived from Domino's. The security guy pounced on us and said that we couldn't eat it there. I retreated inside to get the okay from Michael (the manager) and then we devoured the pizza like the famished people that we were. After we licked out fingers clean, we were all shocked to discover that it was already 12.15 and we hadn't even gone inside to dance yet. We crammed ourselves into a packed and sweltering dancefloor with intermittent breaks for air. I felt woozy a couple of times and there were two instances when Joe felt like he was "melting".
The night flew by and before we knew it, it was 2.00am and the club was shutting down. By the time Joe finished shuttling back to the Addison apartment, he and I were beat. We drove back down to The OC and at 4am I picked up my car from his house, drove home and crashed into bed.
the end.
p.s. I was so sad to learn that the fabulous Lindsay didn't make it out to ug. Joe (who lives off of Glassell and Meats in Orange) and I could have picked her up!
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