Finally got a smart phone a couple of weeks ago and you know what that means... blogger app on the phone. I can now blog from LITERALLY anywhere in the world. For instance right now I'm sitting in the waiting room at the honda service center and BAM, blogging like a fiend.
In less exciting news, I came in for an oil change and found out that my brake pads were pretty much non-existent. $200 later... Kbye.
Lots of things to catch up on including (but not limited to):
-my trip back to the east coast
-tough mudder
-bean town
-my new iPhone
-trip to Oakland/the bay area
-the north face "you're gonna wanna kill yourself" challenge
-bar fights
and more.
All that coming soon. My car is ready. Deuces for now.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
174. CH-raffic School
Just completed Traffic School LIKE A BOSS. Suck on THAT LA County Supreme Court!
...and by 'suck on that' I mean 'Here los angeles county supreme court... please accept my $500 and multiple hours of my time and energy as a heartfelt gift to you to do with as you please in return for keeping that speeding ticket off my record thus preventing my insurance rates from going through the roof. Have a lovely day and may God have mercy on your soul.'
...and by 'suck on that' I mean 'Here los angeles county supreme court... please accept my $500 and multiple hours of my time and energy as a heartfelt gift to you to do with as you please in return for keeping that speeding ticket off my record thus preventing my insurance rates from going through the roof. Have a lovely day and may God have mercy on your soul.'
173. CH-raffic
As soon as I wake up and hear the sound of water droplets outside, I know traffic is gonna suck. Add that to President Obama being in town and you have pure CH-aos.
Google Maps image of the traffic surrounding my building this morning...
Google Maps image of the traffic surrounding my building this morning...
Monday, October 24, 2011
172. Charice Fren?
Don't know who this person/thing/robot sent to destroy my blog is... but they left a comment on one of my recent posts. I can't remember if I deleted the comment on the post or if it just never actually showed up but this is the email I woke up to a few days ago...
Apparently Charice thinks I should lose a couple lbs.
Apparently Charice thinks I should lose a couple lbs.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
171. San Fran Marathon Relay
Recently decided (aka peer pressured) to join Jeff and Ally G in the running of the San Fran Endurance Challenge Marathon Relay. Went online to check out the race and found a chart that showed the changes in elevation as we each run through our 6+ mile leg. I added what I predict my thoughts to be at certain points during the run...
The things I do for a good Mustachio Bashio...
The things I do for a good Mustachio Bashio...
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
169. Couldn't CATCH me getting fat
I've been slowly going on a fitness kick as of late. This week was just an abundance of physical activity.
Monday night: Lifting. Free weights at the gym, total body workout. Article about this experience to come shortly.
Tuesday Night: Swimming. 45 minutes in the lap pool at the gym. Not only is it good exercise, but it's a great morale booster when at least 10 borderline obese people get in and out of the pool before I finish my workout. Sidenote: I need to find a nose clip that fits properly (I already purchased one but oh it just doesn't work). My nose is like niagara falls after about 20/25 minutes of swimming.
Wednesday Night: Break
Thursday Night: Running. Hit the treadmill at the gym for 30 minutes. I do and I don't like the treadmill for various reasons. I don't like it cuz it's not really running. The treadmill is moving your feet for you, therefore you're not actually working as hard. Plus the scenery doesn't change. I do like it cuz it allows me to control my speed more accurately and increase it gradually over time. I do a workout where I start out at a low speed and after a certain interval of time I increase. For example, from 0-5min I ran at 5.0, from 5-10min I ran at 5.5, from 10-15min I ran at 6.0, from 15-20min I ran at 6.5, then I started decreasing the time of the intervals. From 20-22:30 I ran at 7, from 22:30-25 I ran at 7.5, from 25-27:30 I ran at 8, and from 27:30-30min I ran at 8.5. I've done this kind of workout before on different treadmills where I've gone all the way up to 9.5 or 10 but these treadmills don't seem to like going higher than 8.5. Needless to say, by the time I was nearing the end of the 30 minutes, I was pretty much sprinting and was sweating like there was no tomo.
Friday Night: Break. Foo Fighters concert. The Shit.
Saturday Afternoon: Golf. There's a driving range near my apt that does 'all you can hit' until 4pm. Went over around 1 and hit for 3 hours. I went through 3 buckets of balls. I'm not sure if they were the large size (120 balls) or the jumbo size (220 balls), but my hands/arms are sore and I have a nice blister on one of my hands, so I'd say it was enough. By the end of the day I was hitting the ball better than I ever have before. I think I finally figured out how to correctly swing the club/hit the ball.
Sunday Afternoon: Biking. Took my bike out for a lil ride. Ended up going about 22 miles. By the end of that ride my legs were absolutely dead. Could barely walk. Probz didn't need to go that far on my first ride (believe me, this was right at the very forefront of my thoughts as I was struggling to make it back home), but I made it and all is well.
I also didn't drink at all this weekend which makes me feel better about all the work I put in this week. Although that was more of a fiscal decision than a health related one.
Update 10/17:
For any who may be concerned that I might be overdoing it and could be headed down an alex glowatz (circa fall 2007) kind of path, know this... I just ate a giant chipotle steak burrito for lunch today loaded with salsa, sour cream, and guacamole. I love food too damn much to be rexic.
Tough Mudder in less than a month. DO WORK.
Monday night: Lifting. Free weights at the gym, total body workout. Article about this experience to come shortly.
Tuesday Night: Swimming. 45 minutes in the lap pool at the gym. Not only is it good exercise, but it's a great morale booster when at least 10 borderline obese people get in and out of the pool before I finish my workout. Sidenote: I need to find a nose clip that fits properly (I already purchased one but oh it just doesn't work). My nose is like niagara falls after about 20/25 minutes of swimming.
Wednesday Night: Break
Thursday Night: Running. Hit the treadmill at the gym for 30 minutes. I do and I don't like the treadmill for various reasons. I don't like it cuz it's not really running. The treadmill is moving your feet for you, therefore you're not actually working as hard. Plus the scenery doesn't change. I do like it cuz it allows me to control my speed more accurately and increase it gradually over time. I do a workout where I start out at a low speed and after a certain interval of time I increase. For example, from 0-5min I ran at 5.0, from 5-10min I ran at 5.5, from 10-15min I ran at 6.0, from 15-20min I ran at 6.5, then I started decreasing the time of the intervals. From 20-22:30 I ran at 7, from 22:30-25 I ran at 7.5, from 25-27:30 I ran at 8, and from 27:30-30min I ran at 8.5. I've done this kind of workout before on different treadmills where I've gone all the way up to 9.5 or 10 but these treadmills don't seem to like going higher than 8.5. Needless to say, by the time I was nearing the end of the 30 minutes, I was pretty much sprinting and was sweating like there was no tomo.
Friday Night: Break. Foo Fighters concert. The Shit.
Saturday Afternoon: Golf. There's a driving range near my apt that does 'all you can hit' until 4pm. Went over around 1 and hit for 3 hours. I went through 3 buckets of balls. I'm not sure if they were the large size (120 balls) or the jumbo size (220 balls), but my hands/arms are sore and I have a nice blister on one of my hands, so I'd say it was enough. By the end of the day I was hitting the ball better than I ever have before. I think I finally figured out how to correctly swing the club/hit the ball.
Sunday Afternoon: Biking. Took my bike out for a lil ride. Ended up going about 22 miles. By the end of that ride my legs were absolutely dead. Could barely walk. Probz didn't need to go that far on my first ride (believe me, this was right at the very forefront of my thoughts as I was struggling to make it back home), but I made it and all is well.
I also didn't drink at all this weekend which makes me feel better about all the work I put in this week. Although that was more of a fiscal decision than a health related one.
Update 10/17:
For any who may be concerned that I might be overdoing it and could be headed down an alex glowatz (circa fall 2007) kind of path, know this... I just ate a giant chipotle steak burrito for lunch today loaded with salsa, sour cream, and guacamole. I love food too damn much to be rexic.
Tough Mudder in less than a month. DO WORK.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
166. Dubstep Guns
Been surfing around to different websites watching after effects instructional videos and tutorials. Came across this video which I thought was a really cool use of particle systems (to create the lasers) and ramping techniques (all the '300'-style time warps)..... aaaannnnd they set it dubstep music. Sold.
PS I tried to just post the vid here like I normally do but for some reason the 'pause' button wasn't working and it was automatically restarting the vid once it reached the end. Instead I'll just give you the youtube link:
Dubstep Guns
PS I tried to just post the vid here like I normally do but for some reason the 'pause' button wasn't working and it was automatically restarting the vid once it reached the end. Instead I'll just give you the youtube link:
Dubstep Guns
Sunday, October 2, 2011
165. Big Tommy
This past week our receptionist was out on vacation so we had a temp filling in for her. This girl had worked at the company before so I knew her, but I hadn't worked very closely with her i.e. I hadn't really spent much time with her i.e. . Well let me just say that by the end of the week, I wanted to take her outside and lock her in the dumpster with a wild, rabies infected, blood thirsty mongoose. Let me explain...
The girl is nice as can be. Wouldn't hurt a fly. But OH MY GOD did she get on my nerves. The week started off with her showing me a video that she made for her parents anniversary. It was a picture montage made up of different photos of her parents set to the song 'Come Sail Away' by Styx. Do you know how long that song is? It's 6 minutes long. Do you know how long 6 minutes feels when you're looking at photos of two people that you don't even know? LIKE AN HOUR. But the video was over once the song ended right? Ummmmm NO! Once the song ended guess what song started next. Hmmmmmm. How about 'COME SAIL AWAY'!?! That's right... once the first one was over the south park version of the same song started playing. And did I mention that the photos weren't even going anymore. No, it was now just a picture of Cartman floating around the screen. Like, what?!? I honestly wanted to gouge my eyes out with a sharp metal object. Worst video I have ever seen in my life. Did I ever tell you about the film I saw in school that was literally a single shot of a lemon sitting on a table for about 5 minutes? Yeah, this was worse. Great start to the week.
But oh that's not all. She is just a completely awkward individual in general. Pretty much every time she made a comment of any kind I wanted to SMDH (urban dicitonary that if you don't know what it means). And once she started talking the only way to get her to stop was to literally just walk out of the room (and believe me, I used this technique several times). As she was talking my responses would just get shorter and shorter until I couldn't take it anymore and would finally just turn and leave.
FINALLY she left Friday afternoon cuz there was a screening of the Smurfs film we just did on the Sony lot across town. I had to stick around the studio to cover the phones and whatnot. But I was ecstatic not to have to deal with her anymore. Around 5pm the assistant editor had a package that needed to be FedExed so I had to rush to get it packed up and over to FedEx by 5:30. I get it there on time and on my way back realize that I have a missed call and a voicemail. I was thinking 'Oh no, it's probably the assistant editor telling me that something has changed and that we weren't gonna send it anymore' (this has happened before). I rush to call into my voicemail to find out what the message is. Take a wild guess who the message was from........ yep, you nailed it... the temp receptionist. 'Hi Joel. Just wanted to see how everything was going over there. If anything comes up or goes wrong for sure call me and let me know. K thanks.' ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I can't get rid of this girl. Like, go home.
So that was my hell this week. On the plus side I was able to start learning After Effects (which is a program we use for a lot of our projects. Here is my first ever Comp on After Effects...
Found some green-screen footage of the woman and a picture of mountains online and played with 3d space and the focal range. Oh and added some snow. (Doesn't really look good being compressed through blogger but whatevs) I'll keep you posted as I make more.
This weekend was pretty solid. Yankees had their first playoff game against the Tigers on Friday night. Picked up some pizza and beer and was all set for a night of post season baseball. But OH it started down-pouring in NY and the game got postponed til Saturday. Oh well. I was able to get a weekend night's sleep in my own bed and was able to sleep in (the reason this is unusual is cuz I usually end up staying weekends down at Andrew Kalicki's and his roomate's house cuz it's 15 miles away from my apt. and its kinda annoying to come all the way back up to my place just to go back down there to go out again. So most weekends I spend sleeping on a couch).
So Saturday I slept in nice and late. Once I got up I decided to grab my clubs and head over to the driving range and hit some balls. The driving range near my house has a deal $20 for all-you-can-hit until 4pm. Got there at 1. Left at 4. Hit so many balls that my right thumb was pretty much numb by the time I left. BUT I was hitting the ball really well so I didn't want to stop. It's like I switched a switch and figured out how to hit a golf ball correctly.
Came back home, showered up, did some laundry, and headed down to Kalick's for a Saturday night of debauchery. Pregamed at their house. Kalicki, Rob Bowman, Jordan Edelstein, Matt Baldovsky, Fed, Rob Hochberg and his roomate BJ, Kim Gentile (and a couple of her friends). Solid crew. Got pretty drunk and headed out to a bar called Busby's. I didn't eat too much for dinner so by the time it got to 12/1am I was starving. There's a hole in the wall diner-type establishment down the street from Kalicki's house that's open 24hrs. As soon as we got back I headed over there with one of Kim's friend's that were visiting. It's pretty shitty food but at 2am when you're drunk and hungry any food is amazing. I got a burrito.... couldn't tell you what was in it.
Side Story: The girl's name that I walked over to Big Tommy's with was Debbie. She was the most cynical person I've ever met. The absolute literal definition of a 'Debbie-Downer'. She was from Boston... the ushe. All she was talking about was how much she hated LA and all the people here. I honestly wanted to push her out into oncoming traffic just to shut her up. If she didn't have a boyfriend I probz would tried to shove my wiener in her mouth to shut her up. But oh I kept my mouth shut since I'm a civil individual and just resorted to SMDH. Got my food and got out. Done with her.
Fun Fact. The people who took the second taxi home from the bar had arrived shortly before I got back to the house from Big Tommy's. None of them had eaten. Kalicki was trying to order pizza but gave up pretty quickly when he couldn't find any open. So I said I would walk back over to Big Tommy's if he wanted to go. Needless to say, once I got there I got the urge to eat more and of course got a second meal. Two Big Tommy's trips in one night... unheard of. Some would say I'm a maverick (SF crew).
Today was pretty much a plethora of football watching. I suffered my first loss in fantasy football after going 3-0 for the first 3 weeks. Hell. And so begins another week of work.
The girl is nice as can be. Wouldn't hurt a fly. But OH MY GOD did she get on my nerves. The week started off with her showing me a video that she made for her parents anniversary. It was a picture montage made up of different photos of her parents set to the song 'Come Sail Away' by Styx. Do you know how long that song is? It's 6 minutes long. Do you know how long 6 minutes feels when you're looking at photos of two people that you don't even know? LIKE AN HOUR. But the video was over once the song ended right? Ummmmm NO! Once the song ended guess what song started next. Hmmmmmm. How about 'COME SAIL AWAY'!?! That's right... once the first one was over the south park version of the same song started playing. And did I mention that the photos weren't even going anymore. No, it was now just a picture of Cartman floating around the screen. Like, what?!? I honestly wanted to gouge my eyes out with a sharp metal object. Worst video I have ever seen in my life. Did I ever tell you about the film I saw in school that was literally a single shot of a lemon sitting on a table for about 5 minutes? Yeah, this was worse. Great start to the week.
But oh that's not all. She is just a completely awkward individual in general. Pretty much every time she made a comment of any kind I wanted to SMDH (urban dicitonary that if you don't know what it means). And once she started talking the only way to get her to stop was to literally just walk out of the room (and believe me, I used this technique several times). As she was talking my responses would just get shorter and shorter until I couldn't take it anymore and would finally just turn and leave.
FINALLY she left Friday afternoon cuz there was a screening of the Smurfs film we just did on the Sony lot across town. I had to stick around the studio to cover the phones and whatnot. But I was ecstatic not to have to deal with her anymore. Around 5pm the assistant editor had a package that needed to be FedExed so I had to rush to get it packed up and over to FedEx by 5:30. I get it there on time and on my way back realize that I have a missed call and a voicemail. I was thinking 'Oh no, it's probably the assistant editor telling me that something has changed and that we weren't gonna send it anymore' (this has happened before). I rush to call into my voicemail to find out what the message is. Take a wild guess who the message was from........ yep, you nailed it... the temp receptionist. 'Hi Joel. Just wanted to see how everything was going over there. If anything comes up or goes wrong for sure call me and let me know. K thanks.' ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I can't get rid of this girl. Like, go home.
So that was my hell this week. On the plus side I was able to start learning After Effects (which is a program we use for a lot of our projects. Here is my first ever Comp on After Effects...
Found some green-screen footage of the woman and a picture of mountains online and played with 3d space and the focal range. Oh and added some snow. (Doesn't really look good being compressed through blogger but whatevs) I'll keep you posted as I make more.
This weekend was pretty solid. Yankees had their first playoff game against the Tigers on Friday night. Picked up some pizza and beer and was all set for a night of post season baseball. But OH it started down-pouring in NY and the game got postponed til Saturday. Oh well. I was able to get a weekend night's sleep in my own bed and was able to sleep in (the reason this is unusual is cuz I usually end up staying weekends down at Andrew Kalicki's and his roomate's house cuz it's 15 miles away from my apt. and its kinda annoying to come all the way back up to my place just to go back down there to go out again. So most weekends I spend sleeping on a couch).
So Saturday I slept in nice and late. Once I got up I decided to grab my clubs and head over to the driving range and hit some balls. The driving range near my house has a deal $20 for all-you-can-hit until 4pm. Got there at 1. Left at 4. Hit so many balls that my right thumb was pretty much numb by the time I left. BUT I was hitting the ball really well so I didn't want to stop. It's like I switched a switch and figured out how to hit a golf ball correctly.
Came back home, showered up, did some laundry, and headed down to Kalick's for a Saturday night of debauchery. Pregamed at their house. Kalicki, Rob Bowman, Jordan Edelstein, Matt Baldovsky, Fed, Rob Hochberg and his roomate BJ, Kim Gentile (and a couple of her friends). Solid crew. Got pretty drunk and headed out to a bar called Busby's. I didn't eat too much for dinner so by the time it got to 12/1am I was starving. There's a hole in the wall diner-type establishment down the street from Kalicki's house that's open 24hrs. As soon as we got back I headed over there with one of Kim's friend's that were visiting. It's pretty shitty food but at 2am when you're drunk and hungry any food is amazing. I got a burrito.... couldn't tell you what was in it.
Side Story: The girl's name that I walked over to Big Tommy's with was Debbie. She was the most cynical person I've ever met. The absolute literal definition of a 'Debbie-Downer'. She was from Boston... the ushe. All she was talking about was how much she hated LA and all the people here. I honestly wanted to push her out into oncoming traffic just to shut her up. If she didn't have a boyfriend I probz would tried to shove my wiener in her mouth to shut her up. But oh I kept my mouth shut since I'm a civil individual and just resorted to SMDH. Got my food and got out. Done with her.
Fun Fact. The people who took the second taxi home from the bar had arrived shortly before I got back to the house from Big Tommy's. None of them had eaten. Kalicki was trying to order pizza but gave up pretty quickly when he couldn't find any open. So I said I would walk back over to Big Tommy's if he wanted to go. Needless to say, once I got there I got the urge to eat more and of course got a second meal. Two Big Tommy's trips in one night... unheard of. Some would say I'm a maverick (SF crew).
Today was pretty much a plethora of football watching. I suffered my first loss in fantasy football after going 3-0 for the first 3 weeks. Hell. And so begins another week of work.
Friday, September 23, 2011
164. Acoustique
Just purchased this album on itunes...
It's divine. If you don't know Foreigner too well the songs you've probably heard of are 'Cold As Ice', 'Feel's Like The First Time', and 'Juke Box Hero'. Also the Elvis song at the end is sick. You might recognize it if you saw the movie 'Walk the Line'.
Here are the songs...
1. Long, Long Way From Home
2. Cold As Ice
3. The Flame Still Burns
4. Double Vision
5. Fool For You Anyway
6. Say You Will
7. Starrider
8. Waiting For A Girl Like You
9. Feels Like The First Time
10. Juke Box Hero
11. That's All Right (Elvis Cover)
You can download it from me HERE if you wish.
It's divine. If you don't know Foreigner too well the songs you've probably heard of are 'Cold As Ice', 'Feel's Like The First Time', and 'Juke Box Hero'. Also the Elvis song at the end is sick. You might recognize it if you saw the movie 'Walk the Line'.
Here are the songs...
1. Long, Long Way From Home
2. Cold As Ice
3. The Flame Still Burns
4. Double Vision
5. Fool For You Anyway
6. Say You Will
7. Starrider
8. Waiting For A Girl Like You
9. Feels Like The First Time
10. Juke Box Hero
11. That's All Right (Elvis Cover)
You can download it from me HERE if you wish.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
163. Cough Cough
Any other time I'd be kind of fascinated by the fact that I'm about to drive into a huge cloud...
...but when you know it's just a giant, urban qweef of all sorts of smoke, pollution and scum... and that with each breath you take your insides are turning a mildewy-green color and being slowly eroded away, bringing you closer and closer to a painful, tortuous death... it just doesn't quite have the same appeal.
...but when you know it's just a giant, urban qweef of all sorts of smoke, pollution and scum... and that with each breath you take your insides are turning a mildewy-green color and being slowly eroded away, bringing you closer and closer to a painful, tortuous death... it just doesn't quite have the same appeal.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
162. I lykes it whens i reeds gewd.
I pass the Kumon Learning Center every morning on my way into work. This is the sign that hangs outside the building...
Doesn't that face just exude 'success'?
Doesn't that face just exude 'success'?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
161. Get. In. Mah. Belly!
In the words of Simon K. W. Ho and Charles Taylor Borda...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAATTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This would be the result if by some miracle I ended up marrying the hot Wendy's girl from Deposit, NY and she cooked me Double Bacon Chi's for the rest of my life. A wish...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAATTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This would be the result if by some miracle I ended up marrying the hot Wendy's girl from Deposit, NY and she cooked me Double Bacon Chi's for the rest of my life. A wish...
Monday, September 19, 2011
160. A taste of the good life.
My stepmom (Gail) had a business conference Tuesday-Thursday of last week at the St. Regis Resort and Spa in Dana Point, CA (right next to Laguna Beach). I took off work Thursday and Friday so that I could go down and chill with them Wednesday night til Sunday. Here's a little recap of my mini-vaca.
Wednesday night:
Quite a week/weekend. Literally lived like royalty for 4+ days. Gotta give a huge shout-out to my pops and Gail for spoiling me with luxury accommodations, delicious food, golf, and gifts for the duration of that little trip. Loved every second of it.
Wednesday night:
- Get out of work at 9pm (after quite a stressful evening I might add).
- Drive about an hour south to the St. Regis in Dana Pt. (ps I took a highway on which I came across a toll for... wait for it... $5!!! what in the eff is that noise?! Needless to say I never took that road again.)
- I drive up to the front entrance of the absolutely massive hotel and am greeted by a staff worker who opens my door for me and welcomes me to the resort. He proceeds to remove all my belongings from my car and loads them up onto one of those gold hotel dolly thingys and shows me to the room.
- The room is gigantic. The master bed is not even against a wall... its caddy cornered so as to both face the big screen tv and the full wall of windows. The bathroom was equally as huge. The cot was probably more comfortable than the bed I sleep on at home. Tried to steal it on Sunday but couldn't quite fit it in my car... plus I think the bellhops were a little suspicious when I rolled the cot out the front entrance.
- Woke up at 7am for golf. Grabbed breakfast at a little cafe inside the hotel. Brought the bags out front where we got a ride down to the hotel course. Arrived at the course where a worker welcomed us and grabbed our bags before we could even get out. He took them down to where we'd be starting, loaded them onto a golf cart and hooked us up with a couple water bottles.
- Played 18. Here's a view from hole #3...
glorious.
- I found out I actually play a lot better when I take about 5 months off from playing.
- Finish up. Another dude comes over and starts cleaning our clubs immediately upon returning to the club house. He then takes our golf shoes after we take them off and goes and cleans them himself (I found out you never really have to do anything for yourself around this place).
- My dad goes into the pro shop and complains about the people in front of us taking forevs and the condition of the course... we get two free games of golf for Saturday. SCORE.
- My dad and I went and got lunch by the pool and waited for Gail to be done with all her boring work stuff. The condiments at our table were quite miniature (use the french fries and the hamburger bun for perspective)...
- Once Gail got out of her meeting her, my dad, a few of her co-workers and I went kayaking off Dana Point. Pretty boring in my opinion. (ps it was gray and cloudy the entire time we were in the laguna area. completely unlike the rest of southern california. bizzaaah).
- Went out to eat with the same people at a mexican place. My dad accidentally ate an extremely hot pepper and his face melts off. He needed to leave the table and compose himself. Just to prove that I am way manlier than him I ate the same pepper once he returned. Everyone was amazed that I showed absolutely no reaction whatsoever... I was crying on the inside.
- We got back to the hotel and find a dance party at the hotel bar. We grooved like there was no tomorrow.
- Woke up. Ate Breakfast. Drove into downtown Laguna Beach.
- Ate lunch and walked around checking out all the shops and art galleries etc. Walked around for hours. My legs were tired as can be.
- Finally called it quits and headed back to the hotel (keep in mind that every time we decide to leave the hotel someone goes and gets our car and every time we return someone is standing there waiting to open our doors for us. Sidenote: housekeeping comes not once per day... but twice every day. Oh... and we had our own personal butler. Whattup.)
- Cleaned up, dressed up and headed out to dinner near the hotel. Food was delicious.
- Headed back to the hotel and ordered Horrible Bosses on the tv. "Speaking of entrapment... I'm gonna go see that girl about her vagina."
- Woke up at 6am for golf at 7:30. Same treatment as before. Like we were kings.
- I played like absolute garbo until the last couple holes.
- 18th hole. I hit one of the longest drives I've ever hit. 250+ yds. about 100 yds left to the hole. I pitch it perfectly (over a pond mind you) onto the green to set up a lonnng birdie opportunity. I get up to my ball... read the green... read the wind... read the crowd that has gathered to watch me sink this epic putt... I step over the ball... one practice swing.... one last look at the hole... let it rip... perfect line... IT. COULD. GO. ALL. THE. WAYYYY....... or it could stop about an inch short of the hole. SON OF A FUCK STICK. Woulda been my first bird ever. Shame.
- Back to the room to regroup. Headed out to show my Dad and Gail LA.
- First stop: Venice Beach. The crazies were out in full force. Most notable 'homeless' person: dude was holding a sign that read 'need money for penis reduction surgery' and kept complaining about how his back hurt.
- Second stop: My apt. They both took the office bathroom for a test drive.
- Third stop: Hollywood sign.
- Fourth stop: Downtown Hollywood. Walk of fame. Growman's Chinese Theater. Hand/footprints in the ground. The crazies were out in full force once again. Funniest thing ever... there was this little child (7 or 8 years old) that was literally deathly afraid of the dude dressed up as Spiderman. Like... was literally screaming/crying and pulling his mom the other way. Of course his mom was just standing there laughing cuz honestly it was hilarious.
- Sidenote: My dad bought me a sick watch while we were in Hollywood.
- Ate dinner and then headed back down to the hotel.
- Woke up and headed to Newport beach to go to Sharkeez. Rise and Shine breakfast: Two eggs (any way you want them), French toast OR pancakes, bacon, and hashbrowns for... go ahead, try and guess... you won't even be close.... $4!!! Did I mention that it comes with an hour of all you can drink mimosas?! BOOM. It was packed with Steelers fans cuz the game was on. Pure craziness. Barely found a place to sit. Had to ask some peeps if we could share their table. Oh I definitely walked outa there with a solid buzz goin'.
- Hit the beach in Newport cuz the sun was actually out.
- Headed back to the hotel around 4. Napskyyy.
- Went back to downtown laguna for some dinner. Once again... delicious.
- Walked around a little after dinner. Came upon the scariest manikin in the history of manikins in a store window...
- Headed back to the hotel. Gathered my belongings, loaded up the car and headed back up to my apt.
Quite a week/weekend. Literally lived like royalty for 4+ days. Gotta give a huge shout-out to my pops and Gail for spoiling me with luxury accommodations, delicious food, golf, and gifts for the duration of that little trip. Loved every second of it.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
159. Lunch Break
Today my lunch break has consisted of watching the water dry at the US Open...
Exhilerating.
Exhilerating.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
158. Mo Money Mo Problems
This month has absolutely sucked monkey butthole (i'm just gonna assume monkey buttholes are not pleasant). Seems like one thing after another is going wrong for me and is costing me more and more money. Here's a little breakdown of all the monies that have found their way out of my bank account this month...
Rent - $450
Utilities: $80
Food - $200
Gas - $200
Speeding Ticket - $400
Round Trip plane ticket to Florida - $830
Las Vegas: $370
Broken Sideview Mirror - $200?
Grand total (FINE I'll add this shit up for you... lazy bastards): $2730
I make less than $2000 per month... so thrilled.
Rent - $450
Utilities: $80
Food - $200
Gas - $200
Speeding Ticket - $400
Round Trip plane ticket to Florida - $830
Las Vegas: $370
Broken Sideview Mirror - $200?
Grand total (FINE I'll add this shit up for you... lazy bastards): $2730
I make less than $2000 per month... so thrilled.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
156. How to shop at Costco
If any of you have ever shopped at Costco (or any other bulk, 'club' establishment) you know how much of a hassle it can be. Here's my guide on how to get through it...
Parking
Right as you pull into the parking lot, stop your car. Recite a quick prayer...
Dear ye ol' gods of parking,
Please have mercy on my soul as I roam through your sacred pasture of pavement. Give us this day our daily parking space. Lead me not into the temptation to rear-end every car that's already claimed a spot with its blinker or to run over every cock-sucking, mother-fucking, bastard of a person who walks between the rows of cars on the way to their vehicle. Amen.
Now that that is taken care of, you may proceed. Drive at least 40mph around the 5mph speed limit parking lot. The amount of time you spend looking for a spot is inversely proportional to the speed at which you make your way through the lot. If your tires don't squeal as you round turns, you're not going fast enough.
Once you find a spot, grab one of the 2,000 shopping carts littering the parking lot and head towards the entrance.
The Pre-Game
Before you go in, you're gonna want to take some time to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to go down, cuz once you walk through those doors there's absolutely no turning back. It's just like riding a roller coaster... once the handle bars lock down and the wheels start moving, the words "Wait, I changed my mind" don't mean shit anymore.
Once your mental prep is complete, head on in.
NOTE: Good news if you happen to be a 20ft tall giant, you'll have no problem fitting through the front doors.
Game Time
The key to shopping at Costco is to NEVER stop your cart. It's a proven fact that shoppers moving at a slower rate will always stop/yield for those moving at a faster rate. And if they don't, the force of your faster moving cart will push them clear out of your way. The second you stop your cart for any reason, people will start crossing in front of you and moving around you in all directions like there's no tomorrow. It'll take you a solid 20 to get that cart rolling again. If this means you have to run over an old lady's foot or mow down an entire school of passing babies... so be it.
In order to keep your cart in constant motion, you may need to implement the 'sweeping arm' technique when approaching items you wish to purchase (if you can't grab it quickly). This may result in extra times falling into your cart that you didn't intend to buy. This is fine. You can always use these random items to give to kids on Halloween or to gift out to your friends on their birthdays.
The only acceptable time to bring your cart to a complete stop is if you urgently need to go to the bathroom and you can't wait until you get home or to another establishment far away from Costco. I'm talkin' prairie-dogging to the point that you may or may not already have a shit stain on your underwear. If you find yourself in this sort of predicament, forget the bathroom. Judging by the amount of traffic cruising around the store at any given time, the bathroom is probably just as abuzz with people. Plus your cart is likely to be ransacked and torn to shreds if you step away from it for more than 13 seconds. Instead, head over to one of the uncrowded aisles that no one ever goes down i.e. the baby food/baby related goods aisle... no one buys that shit.
Benefits of using the baby aisle as a bathroom:
1. Complete peace and quiet.
2. You'll never get blamed. They'll probably just think a rogue baby did it.
3. They're gonna need to pay someone to clean up after you... i.e. you're creating jobs and stimulating the economy. You should be commended for your efforts.
Free Samples
Amidst all your shopping it's important to take advantage of all the free samples Costco has to offer. I usually allot a good 15 minutes to the consumption of free food.
NOTE: Make sure you limit your time at any one free sample table. The more time you spend at one table, the more likely that worker is going to tell you that if you want more, you're gonna have to buy the product. EFF that noise. Take one or two samples at one table and then move on to another. Give other people a chance to go to the table you were just at. The idea is that when you return to the original table they will no longer remember that you were already there. When you DO decide to revisit free sample tables, come in from different angles. Maybe throw in a couple of wardrobe changes. Mix it up. Get creative. Keep them guessing.
Checking Out
Once your cart is loaded to the brim and you're all free sampled out, it's time to get the eff out. This is what my carts (yea I had two carts. STEP!) looked like when I was finished shopping.
When you head over to the check-out area there are like 20 different lines to choose from. These are the things I look for when choosing a line:
1. Line Length. Obviously the shorter the line the better.
2. Quantity of goods in people's carts. Depending on how much shit people have loaded into their cart could make a line go slower even if there are less people in the line.
3. Age of the shoppers in line. Hellz. to. the. NO. am I getting in line behind some 96 year old woman who's first gonna pull out every coupon she's ever collected since she was 15 and then decide that she doesn't actually want 7 of her items and then spend 15 minutes trying to write a check that looks like someone was having a seizure while writing it. I'd rather gauge my eyes out with a hot soldering iron.
4. The cashier/cashier's assistants (i would say bagger but they don't actually give you bags for any of your stuff). A good cashier/assistant can really make a difference in terms of line speed.
Exit
Keep your receipt handy for when you leave. They check it on the way out the door. Keep your head down during this process. It seems as though they take the cheeriest, happiest people on staff, and stick them at the back door. If Lull decided to get a job at Costco, she'd immediately be put at the back door. If you make eye contact with these people, forget it. They'll be talking to you for 10 minutes.
Once you make it out the door and to your car, it's time to STUFF.
If your car doesn't look as full, if not fuller, than it did that time you packed up all your stuff and moved across the country... go back and get more shit.
Parking
Right as you pull into the parking lot, stop your car. Recite a quick prayer...
Dear ye ol' gods of parking,
Please have mercy on my soul as I roam through your sacred pasture of pavement. Give us this day our daily parking space. Lead me not into the temptation to rear-end every car that's already claimed a spot with its blinker or to run over every cock-sucking, mother-fucking, bastard of a person who walks between the rows of cars on the way to their vehicle. Amen.
Now that that is taken care of, you may proceed. Drive at least 40mph around the 5mph speed limit parking lot. The amount of time you spend looking for a spot is inversely proportional to the speed at which you make your way through the lot. If your tires don't squeal as you round turns, you're not going fast enough.
Once you find a spot, grab one of the 2,000 shopping carts littering the parking lot and head towards the entrance.
The Pre-Game
Before you go in, you're gonna want to take some time to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to go down, cuz once you walk through those doors there's absolutely no turning back. It's just like riding a roller coaster... once the handle bars lock down and the wheels start moving, the words "Wait, I changed my mind" don't mean shit anymore.
Once your mental prep is complete, head on in.
NOTE: Good news if you happen to be a 20ft tall giant, you'll have no problem fitting through the front doors.
Game Time
The key to shopping at Costco is to NEVER stop your cart. It's a proven fact that shoppers moving at a slower rate will always stop/yield for those moving at a faster rate. And if they don't, the force of your faster moving cart will push them clear out of your way. The second you stop your cart for any reason, people will start crossing in front of you and moving around you in all directions like there's no tomorrow. It'll take you a solid 20 to get that cart rolling again. If this means you have to run over an old lady's foot or mow down an entire school of passing babies... so be it.
In order to keep your cart in constant motion, you may need to implement the 'sweeping arm' technique when approaching items you wish to purchase (if you can't grab it quickly). This may result in extra times falling into your cart that you didn't intend to buy. This is fine. You can always use these random items to give to kids on Halloween or to gift out to your friends on their birthdays.
The only acceptable time to bring your cart to a complete stop is if you urgently need to go to the bathroom and you can't wait until you get home or to another establishment far away from Costco. I'm talkin' prairie-dogging to the point that you may or may not already have a shit stain on your underwear. If you find yourself in this sort of predicament, forget the bathroom. Judging by the amount of traffic cruising around the store at any given time, the bathroom is probably just as abuzz with people. Plus your cart is likely to be ransacked and torn to shreds if you step away from it for more than 13 seconds. Instead, head over to one of the uncrowded aisles that no one ever goes down i.e. the baby food/baby related goods aisle... no one buys that shit.
Benefits of using the baby aisle as a bathroom:
1. Complete peace and quiet.
2. You'll never get blamed. They'll probably just think a rogue baby did it.
3. They're gonna need to pay someone to clean up after you... i.e. you're creating jobs and stimulating the economy. You should be commended for your efforts.
Free Samples
Amidst all your shopping it's important to take advantage of all the free samples Costco has to offer. I usually allot a good 15 minutes to the consumption of free food.
NOTE: Make sure you limit your time at any one free sample table. The more time you spend at one table, the more likely that worker is going to tell you that if you want more, you're gonna have to buy the product. EFF that noise. Take one or two samples at one table and then move on to another. Give other people a chance to go to the table you were just at. The idea is that when you return to the original table they will no longer remember that you were already there. When you DO decide to revisit free sample tables, come in from different angles. Maybe throw in a couple of wardrobe changes. Mix it up. Get creative. Keep them guessing.
Checking Out
Once your cart is loaded to the brim and you're all free sampled out, it's time to get the eff out. This is what my carts (yea I had two carts. STEP!) looked like when I was finished shopping.
When you head over to the check-out area there are like 20 different lines to choose from. These are the things I look for when choosing a line:
1. Line Length. Obviously the shorter the line the better.
2. Quantity of goods in people's carts. Depending on how much shit people have loaded into their cart could make a line go slower even if there are less people in the line.
3. Age of the shoppers in line. Hellz. to. the. NO. am I getting in line behind some 96 year old woman who's first gonna pull out every coupon she's ever collected since she was 15 and then decide that she doesn't actually want 7 of her items and then spend 15 minutes trying to write a check that looks like someone was having a seizure while writing it. I'd rather gauge my eyes out with a hot soldering iron.
4. The cashier/cashier's assistants (i would say bagger but they don't actually give you bags for any of your stuff). A good cashier/assistant can really make a difference in terms of line speed.
Exit
Keep your receipt handy for when you leave. They check it on the way out the door. Keep your head down during this process. It seems as though they take the cheeriest, happiest people on staff, and stick them at the back door. If Lull decided to get a job at Costco, she'd immediately be put at the back door. If you make eye contact with these people, forget it. They'll be talking to you for 10 minutes.
Once you make it out the door and to your car, it's time to STUFF.
If your car doesn't look as full, if not fuller, than it did that time you packed up all your stuff and moved across the country... go back and get more shit.
Monday, August 15, 2011
155. July
Since I didn't post a single entry during the month of July, figured I'd give a brief summary of what took place.
Tatenda's friend from Zimbabwe came to visit...... also named Tatenda.
'First Friday' in Venice. Pretty much just a huge block party on this one strip in Venice. Never seen so many food trucks in one place before in my life. The night followed the usual chain of events... regular bar, gay bar, food trucks, drunkenly walking down the middle of the road, hot tub, pass out.
Bree and I made it into their music video...
For those of you who don't know who The White Panda are... I want to poop in your mouth right now. If you don't go to their website (Click Here Dammit) and download ALL their music (it's free you greedy bastards), I will send a rabies infected pterodactyl to your house to rip off your face.
The big bro stopped in for a brief visit on his way to Arizona from Oregon.
I celebrated a birthday. July 7th for any of you so called 'friends' who didn't wish me a happy birthday (be careful opening your mail). The big 2-3. Happens to be the same day as Tatenda's birthday. Went to a bar, got drinks bought for me from the moment I got there til the moment I left, got hammered drunk, danced the night away... the end.
Celebrated Rob Boweman's BDay with a day at the beach. Bonfire, grilling, ocean, body surfing, and of course... massive amounts of Kan Yam. What more could you ask for.
Experienced Korean BBQ for the first time. It's similar to the melting pot in that you cook your own food right in front of you, but its not fondue. Your table basically has a grill right in the middle and they bring over a shit ton of raw meat and you just cook it up to your hearts content (aka eat until you literally can't fit another morsel of food in your stomach without puking all over the floor and the other people you're with).
That pretty much wraps up the month. I don't think I really posted anything in June either, but, honestly, I can't really remember what took place during that month. I was most likely just tripping off Acid the entire time.
Tatenda's friend from Zimbabwe came to visit...... also named Tatenda.
'First Friday' in Venice. Pretty much just a huge block party on this one strip in Venice. Never seen so many food trucks in one place before in my life. The night followed the usual chain of events... regular bar, gay bar, food trucks, drunkenly walking down the middle of the road, hot tub, pass out.
Went and saw 'The White Panda' at a club in Hollywood. Danced. Up. The. WAZZZZ
The big bro stopped in for a brief visit on his way to Arizona from Oregon.
I celebrated a birthday. July 7th for any of you so called 'friends' who didn't wish me a happy birthday (be careful opening your mail). The big 2-3. Happens to be the same day as Tatenda's birthday. Went to a bar, got drinks bought for me from the moment I got there til the moment I left, got hammered drunk, danced the night away... the end.
Celebrated Rob Boweman's BDay with a day at the beach. Bonfire, grilling, ocean, body surfing, and of course... massive amounts of Kan Yam. What more could you ask for.
Experienced Korean BBQ for the first time. It's similar to the melting pot in that you cook your own food right in front of you, but its not fondue. Your table basically has a grill right in the middle and they bring over a shit ton of raw meat and you just cook it up to your hearts content (aka eat until you literally can't fit another morsel of food in your stomach without puking all over the floor and the other people you're with).
That pretty much wraps up the month. I don't think I really posted anything in June either, but, honestly, I can't really remember what took place during that month. I was most likely just tripping off Acid the entire time.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
154. Watch the Throne
Kanye West and Jay Z's new album, 'Watch The Throne', is sick. If you haven't heard it, check it out...
Also, on a somewhat related (but mostly unrelated) note, here's a great cover of Kanye West's 'Heartless' by the Fray (and one of my favorite music videos)...
You can download it HERE. (I think)
Also, on a somewhat related (but mostly unrelated) note, here's a great cover of Kanye West's 'Heartless' by the Fray (and one of my favorite music videos)...
153. Dubstep
First and foremost, check out the new playlist with all new music over HURR ------------------------------------>
At first I hated Dubstep. Thought it was literally the worst sound that ever drifted into my ear holes and down into my brain machine. I honestly thought Dubstep sounded like R2D2 being raped by that scary basement heater-monster in Home Alone. What is Dubstep, you ask? Maybe Dom Mazzetti can answer that for you...
Lately it's been growing on me. Maybe people are just getting better at integrating it into other kinds of music. Here are some examples...
Get Em High - Talib Kweli (Big Gigantic Remix)
I'm On One ft. Lil Wayne & Drake - DJ Khaled (Styles & Complete Remix)
At first I hated Dubstep. Thought it was literally the worst sound that ever drifted into my ear holes and down into my brain machine. I honestly thought Dubstep sounded like R2D2 being raped by that scary basement heater-monster in Home Alone. What is Dubstep, you ask? Maybe Dom Mazzetti can answer that for you...
Lately it's been growing on me. Maybe people are just getting better at integrating it into other kinds of music. Here are some examples...
Get Em High - Talib Kweli (Big Gigantic Remix)
I'm On One ft. Lil Wayne & Drake - DJ Khaled (Styles & Complete Remix)
152. Oh hey... long time no see...
Kinda got outa the whole blogging thing for a while. What can I say... guess I've just been THAT busy (cough cough). OK... I've been slacking. Gimme a damn break... jeez.
These past two weeks have been a little bit... ummm... hectic.
Where oh where shall I begin...
Monday 8/1:
Got a speeding ticket on my way to work. Been speeding the entire time I've been in La... well actually... I've pretty much been speeding since I got my drivers license. But it finally caught up to me. Four lane road (2 lanes each direction), speed limit SHOULD be 45 (in my humble and completely honest opinion), but oh its 35.... and I was doing 52... kbye.
Thursday 8/4:
Driving to work once again. Due to traffic, I take the local roads half the way to work and then I jump on the highway for the second half. But shortly after I get on the highway, traffic always seems to slow down to a snail's pace. So... I usually (aka every single morning) jump in the carpool lane (illegally *cough cough) and cruise past all the traffic. Wellll... on this particular morning... as i'm driving illegally in the carpool lane... I happen to look in my review mirror and see what appears to be a motorcycle cop in the distance behind me. I'm like RUH ROH, I SHOULD PROBZ GET MY ASS OUTA THIS LANE IMMEDES. I look to try and get out of the carpool lane... but just my luck... before I can get out, the dotted white line changes to a double yellow line. Meanwhile, what I thought MIGHT be a motorcycle cop, turns out to be exactly that and catches up to me. And now I'm like OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Obviously I'm not about to cross the double yellow line to get out of the carpool lane DIRECTLY in front of a cop. So now I'm driving down the carpool lane SHITTING my pants, praying to god that he doesn't pull me over and give me my second ticket in three days. Did I mention that the fine for violating the carpool lane rule is $341? Yea... there's a sign that mentions it about every 100 ft. And now I'm thinking FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, FRONTWAYS, UPSIDE DOWN AND OVER BACKWARDS... HERE COMES MY SECOND TICKET. But somehow... by some MIRACLE of God... he doesn't pull me over, and right as the double yellow line FINALLY changes back to a dotted white line, I switch over 3 lanes in about half a second, and the cop flies by. Almost had a heart attack... but crises diverted.
Friday 8/5:
My grandma has had Alzheimer's and has been slowly declining over the past year or so. I saw her in February and she wasn't looking so hot. I get an email from my dad after work on Friday that basically said she had stopped eating and drinking, she would no longer wake up, and the outlook was looking grim. Even though I knew when I had last seen her that, realistically, it couldn't be too much longer til this happened, it still wasn't quite prepared to read this email.
Saturday 8/6
I get a call from my mom telling me that she had received a letter from the city of Los Angeles... I had received a ticket for going through a red light. Like REALLY? The ticket had my picture on it and everything...
I still don't believe it was me. It doesn't even look like me.... except for the face, and the hair, and the glasses, and I think I might have that exact same shirt. Also, that person is definitely eating McDonalds and anyone who knows me knows that I NEVER eat McDonalds... except for on Tuesdays and Saturdays... and Thursdays....... and occasionally on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. So clearly it couldn't have been me. The fine you ask? Oh only a mere $480. You gotta be kidding me...
Sunday 8/7:
I do some research and find out that Los Angeles had recently ended their Red Light Camera Ticket program. You may still receive a ticket in the mail but you no longer have to pay the fine. Praise God, Allah, Moses, Jesus, Buddha, Mr. Rodgers, and everyone else people pray to.
Later that day I get a call from my dad that my grandmother had passed away.
That night I book a round trip ticket from LA to Florida leaving Monday night and returning the following Saturday.
Monday 8/8
I leave work and head to meet my roomate so he can drive me to the Airport. On my way, a guy changes lanes in front of me, so I decide to switch into the lane he just came from. I accidentally swipe the back left corner of his car with the right side of my car.
What scratches?
I've never gotten in an accident or ever hit anyone else's car with my own. So of course I do it this week, after already getting one ticket (almost 3), when on my way to the airport for my grandmothers funeral... couldn't have been better timing. We exchange information and I continue on my way.
Monday Night/Tuesday 8/9:
I take a 10:20pm flight out of LAX and arrive in Las Vegas around 11:30pm Pacific Time. Leave Vegas around 1am Pacific Time and arrive in Charlotte, NC around 8am Eastern Time. Leave Charlotte around 9:30am Eastern and after 12+ hrs of traveling (after leaving work) and about 3.5 hrs of sleep later I finally arrive in West Palm Beach, FL at 11am.
Met up with the fam. Good to see everyone after being in LA for the past couple months.
Passed out around 10:30pm and slept for a solid 12 hours.
Wednesday 8/10
Funeral Day. Pretty much sucked. Most badass funeral procession ever though. My grandfather has done a buttload of fundraising for his local fire department over the past several years (somewhere between $35,000 & $50,000 worth of equipment etc.). Anyway, the fire department was out in full force at the funeral. After the funeral they led the funeral procession with their two huge fire trucks, flashing lights ablaze.
Funny sign I saw at the cemetery:
After the funeral we all went back to my grandfather's condo where there was an absolute plethora of food to feast on. Actually, that seemed to be the theme of the entire week. Bagels, veggie platters, lox and cream cheese platters, egg salad, chicken salad, potato salad, pasta salad, cucumber salad, cold cut platters, roast chicken, chicken marsala, pot roast, herring, cookies and cake platters galore... it goes on and on. Couldn't have eaten all that food if I was there for another week.
Saturday 8/13:
Left West Palm at 12pm. Landed in Charlotte at 1:30pm. Left Charlotte at 4:30pm. Plane was jam packed... except for my row. Don't know how it happened but I got a 3 seat row all to myself. The woman in the row behind me was definitely eying my seats but oh as soon as we took off I laid down across all 3 seats so as no one could steal them away MUAHAHA. Couldn't catch me sharing my bounty of seats. Got back to LA around 6:40pm Pacific Time.
Not the best two weeks I've ever had. Glad they're over.
These past two weeks have been a little bit... ummm... hectic.
Where oh where shall I begin...
Monday 8/1:
Got a speeding ticket on my way to work. Been speeding the entire time I've been in La... well actually... I've pretty much been speeding since I got my drivers license. But it finally caught up to me. Four lane road (2 lanes each direction), speed limit SHOULD be 45 (in my humble and completely honest opinion), but oh its 35.... and I was doing 52... kbye.
Thursday 8/4:
Driving to work once again. Due to traffic, I take the local roads half the way to work and then I jump on the highway for the second half. But shortly after I get on the highway, traffic always seems to slow down to a snail's pace. So... I usually (aka every single morning) jump in the carpool lane (illegally *cough cough) and cruise past all the traffic. Wellll... on this particular morning... as i'm driving illegally in the carpool lane... I happen to look in my review mirror and see what appears to be a motorcycle cop in the distance behind me. I'm like RUH ROH, I SHOULD PROBZ GET MY ASS OUTA THIS LANE IMMEDES. I look to try and get out of the carpool lane... but just my luck... before I can get out, the dotted white line changes to a double yellow line. Meanwhile, what I thought MIGHT be a motorcycle cop, turns out to be exactly that and catches up to me. And now I'm like OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Obviously I'm not about to cross the double yellow line to get out of the carpool lane DIRECTLY in front of a cop. So now I'm driving down the carpool lane SHITTING my pants, praying to god that he doesn't pull me over and give me my second ticket in three days. Did I mention that the fine for violating the carpool lane rule is $341? Yea... there's a sign that mentions it about every 100 ft. And now I'm thinking FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, FRONTWAYS, UPSIDE DOWN AND OVER BACKWARDS... HERE COMES MY SECOND TICKET. But somehow... by some MIRACLE of God... he doesn't pull me over, and right as the double yellow line FINALLY changes back to a dotted white line, I switch over 3 lanes in about half a second, and the cop flies by. Almost had a heart attack... but crises diverted.
Friday 8/5:
My grandma has had Alzheimer's and has been slowly declining over the past year or so. I saw her in February and she wasn't looking so hot. I get an email from my dad after work on Friday that basically said she had stopped eating and drinking, she would no longer wake up, and the outlook was looking grim. Even though I knew when I had last seen her that, realistically, it couldn't be too much longer til this happened, it still wasn't quite prepared to read this email.
Saturday 8/6
I get a call from my mom telling me that she had received a letter from the city of Los Angeles... I had received a ticket for going through a red light. Like REALLY? The ticket had my picture on it and everything...
Sunday 8/7:
I do some research and find out that Los Angeles had recently ended their Red Light Camera Ticket program. You may still receive a ticket in the mail but you no longer have to pay the fine. Praise God, Allah, Moses, Jesus, Buddha, Mr. Rodgers, and everyone else people pray to.
Later that day I get a call from my dad that my grandmother had passed away.
That night I book a round trip ticket from LA to Florida leaving Monday night and returning the following Saturday.
Monday 8/8
I leave work and head to meet my roomate so he can drive me to the Airport. On my way, a guy changes lanes in front of me, so I decide to switch into the lane he just came from. I accidentally swipe the back left corner of his car with the right side of my car.
I've never gotten in an accident or ever hit anyone else's car with my own. So of course I do it this week, after already getting one ticket (almost 3), when on my way to the airport for my grandmothers funeral... couldn't have been better timing. We exchange information and I continue on my way.
Monday Night/Tuesday 8/9:
I take a 10:20pm flight out of LAX and arrive in Las Vegas around 11:30pm Pacific Time. Leave Vegas around 1am Pacific Time and arrive in Charlotte, NC around 8am Eastern Time. Leave Charlotte around 9:30am Eastern and after 12+ hrs of traveling (after leaving work) and about 3.5 hrs of sleep later I finally arrive in West Palm Beach, FL at 11am.
Met up with the fam. Good to see everyone after being in LA for the past couple months.
Passed out around 10:30pm and slept for a solid 12 hours.
Wednesday 8/10
Funeral Day. Pretty much sucked. Most badass funeral procession ever though. My grandfather has done a buttload of fundraising for his local fire department over the past several years (somewhere between $35,000 & $50,000 worth of equipment etc.). Anyway, the fire department was out in full force at the funeral. After the funeral they led the funeral procession with their two huge fire trucks, flashing lights ablaze.
Funny sign I saw at the cemetery:
After the funeral we all went back to my grandfather's condo where there was an absolute plethora of food to feast on. Actually, that seemed to be the theme of the entire week. Bagels, veggie platters, lox and cream cheese platters, egg salad, chicken salad, potato salad, pasta salad, cucumber salad, cold cut platters, roast chicken, chicken marsala, pot roast, herring, cookies and cake platters galore... it goes on and on. Couldn't have eaten all that food if I was there for another week.
Saturday 8/13:
Left West Palm at 12pm. Landed in Charlotte at 1:30pm. Left Charlotte at 4:30pm. Plane was jam packed... except for my row. Don't know how it happened but I got a 3 seat row all to myself. The woman in the row behind me was definitely eying my seats but oh as soon as we took off I laid down across all 3 seats so as no one could steal them away MUAHAHA. Couldn't catch me sharing my bounty of seats. Got back to LA around 6:40pm Pacific Time.
Not the best two weeks I've ever had. Glad they're over.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
151. It's that whacky, highly underrated, rapping caucasion...
No, not me... Chris Webby. Been jamming to his new mixtape all week.
These are some of my favorite tracks...
Killin' Em
The Joker ft. Kinetics
Contradictory to Grown Ups
You can download the whole mixtape here:
Webster's Laboratory
These are some of my favorite tracks...
Killin' Em
The Joker ft. Kinetics
Contradictory to Grown Ups
You can download the whole mixtape here:
Webster's Laboratory
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
147. Vegas
Alex and Amy were in LA this week visiting Alex's cousin Justin. Alex, Amy, Justin, Justin's wife Natalie, and myself decided to hit up Vegas the day after they got out here....
View from our room at Mandalay Bay
Trip Summary:
Drove 270 miles in 3 hours 45 min (with a solid 15 min stop).
Checked in, dropped our stuff in the room, headed out to the strip.
Grabbed some lunch at subway. 2 road beers.
O'Shea's - Head straight to the back to play some beer pong. Killed a couple pitchers.
Mirage - Place some sports bets on the Yanks and Heat to win.
Treasure Island - dealers in bikini's. (the hot blonde dealer gave us the most sincere apology every time we lost a hand).
Back to the mirage to watch sports games and drink for free.
Eat the other half of my subway sangwich on the way. Drip ranch dressing all over my dark blue shorts... eeeee. Thank god I wore reversible shorts... I call that a next level wardrobe maneuver.
Get to the Mirage and find out that you had to have placed at least $125 worth of bets to qualify for free drinks. ummmm... no. kbye.
Back to O'sheas to watch the yanks/redsox and heat/bulls games.
Pick up some Mad Ballers on the way...
Party Pit at Excalibur for $10 black jack.
Alex loses $60 in about 5 minutes. He calls it quits on blackjack.
Alex and Amy go play roulette. Justin, Natalie and I continue playing black jack for the next several hours. meanwhile, I'm POUNDING free jack and cokes up the wazz.
All of a sudden I notice a sharp pain in my chest... possibly having a heart attack.
Walk to the bathroom and vom.... then, straight back to blackjack.
Go down about $90 in blackjack. i'm like... RUH ROH.
Fight my way back to even. Call it a night.
Leave Excalibur and head towards Mandalay Bay to meet up with Glo and Scheff.
Find a bumpin' dance floor in the middle of one of the casinos. Natalie and I rip it up. Justin's too much of a puss to indulge.
Hit up Mcdonalds around 2am on the way back to the hotel. I call bullshit on the McDonals lady for putting up the breakfast menu and not serving me breakfast. haters gonna hate.
Get back to the hotel room to find Glo and Scheff passed out in bed. I slap both of them in the face.
Curl up on the floor and pass out.
...gotta love Vegas.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
146. OFFICE BATHROOM!!
Arrived in LA on Wednesday to find that my bedroom was just a tad bit smaller than Bree's and Tatenda's... (and by 'a tad' i mean significantly). I was a little bummed cuz it didn't look like I'd have enough room to put furniture and whatnot... i.e. a double bed, a dresser, a desk, my keyboard & guitars etc. BUT, my bedroom did have it's own bathroom attached to it.
I was vid-chatting with Tom Lord the day I got out here and we were talking about what we could do with my room to make more space. One of the ideas was to loft the bed and put a dresser and/or desk underneath, but I had never heard of a lofted double bed and I didn't really want to have to climb into bed every night. I asked him if he could only have one of the two in his room, would he prefer a desk or a dresser. He said dresser. So we started debating alternate ways to incorporate a desk into my living space... and then it hit us.
What if I could somehow turn my bathroom... into an OFFICE! .......and the idea for the Office Bathroom was born.
Matt flew in from Oregon on Thursday evening, and first thing on Friday we got to work taking a brilliant idea.. and turning it into the best invention in the history of the world.
I give you the Office Bathroom:
When not in use, the Office Bathroom desk folds up against the wall, so as to not get in the way. It is held in place by a simple hook.
But THEN... with one swift motion... the Office Bathroom desk folds down into position.
I know... stunning isn't it.
Both the desk itself and the leg are attached with hinges to allow them to fold down into position seamlessly.
Here's a pic of me using my new Office Bathroom for the first time:
...and lets be honest, where else do you do your best thinking than on the toilet. Can't wait to come up with even more completely AWESOME ideas while using my Office Bathroom.
Tom and I were already tossing around some more ideas as to how to make the Office Bathroom EVEN better. If anyone thinks of anything that could take this room to a whole 'nother level... send them along and I'll see if I can make it happen.
I was vid-chatting with Tom Lord the day I got out here and we were talking about what we could do with my room to make more space. One of the ideas was to loft the bed and put a dresser and/or desk underneath, but I had never heard of a lofted double bed and I didn't really want to have to climb into bed every night. I asked him if he could only have one of the two in his room, would he prefer a desk or a dresser. He said dresser. So we started debating alternate ways to incorporate a desk into my living space... and then it hit us.
What if I could somehow turn my bathroom... into an OFFICE! .......and the idea for the Office Bathroom was born.
Matt flew in from Oregon on Thursday evening, and first thing on Friday we got to work taking a brilliant idea.. and turning it into the best invention in the history of the world.
I give you the Office Bathroom:
When not in use, the Office Bathroom desk folds up against the wall, so as to not get in the way. It is held in place by a simple hook.
But THEN... with one swift motion... the Office Bathroom desk folds down into position.
I know... stunning isn't it.
Both the desk itself and the leg are attached with hinges to allow them to fold down into position seamlessly.
Here's a pic of me using my new Office Bathroom for the first time:
...and lets be honest, where else do you do your best thinking than on the toilet. Can't wait to come up with even more completely AWESOME ideas while using my Office Bathroom.
Tom and I were already tossing around some more ideas as to how to make the Office Bathroom EVEN better. If anyone thinks of anything that could take this room to a whole 'nother level... send them along and I'll see if I can make it happen.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
145. Road Trip
Day 1
Departure: 9am EST - Westwood, NJ
Arrival: 9pm EST - Terre Haute, IN
Total Travel Time: 12 hours
Total Distance Traveled: 810 miles
States: New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana
Distance Remaining: 1990 miles
Notable Events: Didn't kill my mother.
Picture of the Day: Cruisin' down the open road.
Departure: 9am EST - Westwood, NJ
Arrival: 9pm EST - Terre Haute, IN
Total Travel Time: 12 hours
Total Distance Traveled: 810 miles
States: New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana
Distance Remaining: 1990 miles
Notable Events: Didn't kill my mother.
Picture of the Day: Cruisin' down the open road.
Day 2
Departure: 9:30am EST, Terre Haute, IN
Arrival: 8:45pm CST, Shamrock, TX
Total Travel Time: 12 hours 15 minutes
Total Distance Traveled: 830 miles
States: Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas
Distance Remaining: 1160 miles
Average Speed:
Picture(s) of the day:
Name that menu...
When tailgating goes wrong...
Spotted: Red Bull Car
Day 3
Departure: 9am CST - Shamrock, TX
Arrival: 8:15pm PST - Kingman, AZ
Total Travel Time: 13 hours 15 min
Distance Traveled: 830 miles
States: Texas, New Mexico, ArizonaDistance Remaining: 330 miles
Notable Events: There's some things you expect when driving through Arizona in May. Lost of sand, tumbleweeds, etc. Things you don't expect....... for it to start SNOWING. Picture of the Day:
Tornado-like skies... dead ahead.
Day 4
Departure: 9am PST - Kingman, AZ
Arrival: 1:45pm PST - Los Angeles, CA
Total Travel Time: 4 hours 45 min
Distance Traveled: 330 miles
States: Arizona, California
Distance Remaining: 0 miles
Trip Summary:
1800 miles
3.5 days
K.... BYE.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
141. My Diggs... bigger than a bridge.
Here's where I shall call home for the next (insert amount of time here).
5302 Bellingham Ave - Apt. #3
Valley Village, CA 91607
ya know... in case anyone wants to visit or send me anything.
5302 Bellingham Ave - Apt. #3
Valley Village, CA 91607
ya know... in case anyone wants to visit or send me anything.
140. The Lazy Song
Wonder how many takes they did before they got this video right...
I'm calling it right now... All That Is Man's favorite part is at 2:37.
I'm calling it right now... All That Is Man's favorite part is at 2:37.
139. Gathering
Starting to gather up all the things to bring out to LA with me next week.
Of course I have the absolute necessities: Two guitars, golf clubs, keyboard (off-screen)
the somewhat less necessary items but still somewhat needed: shoes, camera, clothes (off-screen)
and the amenities, aka all the extra stuff that I don't REALLY need: soap, food (off-screen), garbage bags, cookware.
You don't really realize what's important to you until you have to fit all your belongings into a tiny car and whichever ones you don't fit you're never gonna have again.
Of course I have the absolute necessities: Two guitars, golf clubs, keyboard (off-screen)
the somewhat less necessary items but still somewhat needed: shoes, camera, clothes (off-screen)
and the amenities, aka all the extra stuff that I don't REALLY need: soap, food (off-screen), garbage bags, cookware.
You don't really realize what's important to you until you have to fit all your belongings into a tiny car and whichever ones you don't fit you're never gonna have again.
138. White House Correspondents Dinner
If you didn't see the White House Correspondents Dinner yesterday (notice how I say that like I actually watched it), Obama's speech is pretty damn entertaining...
137. Are We There Yet April
"Are We There Yet April" has officially come to a close. Here's a quick recap of everything that's gone down this month...
April 1-3: Fairfield/New Haven, Connecticut
Travelers: The Lord, Myself
See 'Team Road Trip Heads to CT'.
-America's best dance crew... aka the Flannel Friday'ers
-Drinking and Kan Yam on the beach all day. Dead-bird hand.
-Epic beer pong run.
-Tour of New Haven's various hoods with Nick 'Sticky-Dick' Neuman.
April 8-10: Ithaca, NY
Travelers: The Lord, Spreenwich, Meg, Myself
-Spreenwiches on the ride up.
-Happy hour w/ the South Albany crew.
-Out to some random party with the Lord. Felt WAY to old to be there.
-Soccer Girls house. Tom wandered off... the ushe. Scheff and I made a late-night trip to Taco Bell.
-The Lord and I make a trip up to campus. He drops $650 in the bookstore.
-Soccer Girls house to day-drink. Kan Jam up the WAZZ.
-Glenwood Pines Challenge (4 quarter pound cheeseburgers on THICK French bread). Me vs. Scheff. About ten other people at the table with us... not one of them rooting for me to finish the challenge. Scheff finishes the challenge. I make it abou 3/4 through. Full as a snail.
-Later that night I decided to go to da bahhhhhs. Dancing was not easy with that full of a stomach. Eventually I thought I had it under control and started jumping around a little more. I was wrong. Entire pinewood challenge was about to come up. two options... run for the bathroom, or run for the front door. I turn and look at the completely packed bar. front door was closer. I start making my way to the door as fast as I can, pushing people out of the way as I go. I didn't think I was gonna make it. Barely got out the door in time, took one step to the side, and let it rip.... right next to two officers of the law. Luckily, they were thoroughly amused by the whole thing and I didn't get in any trouble.
-Walked back to South Albany, removed all my puke clothes, washed them in the sink, took a show-show, brushed the teeth, and headed back out to meet everyone at Ameritalia. That's called a recovery.
-Next Day, Weggo's Subs... and a wrap (couldn't catch me).
-Grenade whistle battle across South Albany.
-Back to Jerz.
April 15-17: Penn State University
Travelers: The Lord, Scheff, Prince Vince, Kathleen, Myself
-Pick up the Lord. Load up the car w/ about 400lbs of alc. Fly down rt 80 at a STEADY 90mph.
-Power hour at Glo's.
-To da bahhhs. Stand in line for an hour. Finally get in. The Lord dishes out his digits to a biddy... via BUSINESS CARD.
-Blue and White Game. Tailgating in the rain. Wizard sticks. Kan Jam on a hill. Scheff throws up an absolutely atroshe frisbee toss... headed straight towards me... I try and move out of the way... I hit a patch of mud and catch air... BOOM... my ass hits the ground HARD........ can't breathe.
-Go back to Glo's. Show-shows and naps. Continue drinking. Dumb and Dumber on tv. WINGS. Tom's wizard stick almost reaches the ceiling. Friend porn.
-Sunday. Mozzarella stick grilled cheese sangwiches from Dennys... after about an hour wait. Scrounge up all our shit. Back to the Jerz.
April 21 - MoTown/Chester, NJ
Travelers: Spreenwich, Goody, Liam, Myself
-Met up w/ Spreenwich in Motown for a happy hour sesh. Free wings. Free pasta. WHATTTUP.
-Over to Chester. Hot tub chillin w/ Tot, Jeff, and Liam. Nothing sexier than 4 guys in a hot tub... honestly... I can't think of a single thing.
April 23-24: NYC
Travelers: Alex, Polly G, Big Mike, Maggie Bailey, Shceff, Platt, Myself
-Met up with the Glowtaz's
-Game time sub-in for Maggie for the dinner cruise around manhattan.
-Great dinner, great view... disaronno on the rocks... out of flasks.... next level drinking manouver. SMART.
-To da bahhhs. Practiced the ancient art of Kahr-Ayo-Kay
-Met some Australian chicks. Decided to test out my Australian accent... so I told them I was also from Australia and literally talked to them w/ an 'Australian' accent the entire time. One of them said I sounded like I was from America. I told her I had been living here for ten years and that the American accent was rubbing off on you. Don't even TRY to tell me that shit aint SMOOTH.
April 27: MoTown, NJ
Travelers: Tot, the Lord, the Chad, Myself
-Met up for drinks for the Chad's last night on the East Coast.
-Live band at Sona 13 was stellar.
-Guitar girl at (whatever the second bar was) was a gem.
-We all went back to my dad's house and had an orgy.
April 30: Hoboken, NJ
Travelers: Tot, The Lord, Nick 'Sticky-Dick' Neuman, Myself
-Took forevs to get there. Never driving to Hoboken again. NJ Tranzz 4 LIFE!
-Hit up the Ith Lax Game. Saw some Ith Lax alum (Powers, Heckman, Reiter, Lohan).
-Watched Ithaca lose terribly. That team has gone steadily downhill since Glowatz's departure in '08.
-Hobo sangwiches.
That pretty much concludes 'Are We There Yet April'. Of course there were a couple Free-Movie Tuesdays, one or two golf outings, and at least one Wendy's trip mixed in there. All-in-all a solid month. My last full month here in the Dirty.
Next week... on to La La Land.
April 1-3: Fairfield/New Haven, Connecticut
Travelers: The Lord, Myself
See 'Team Road Trip Heads to CT'.
-America's best dance crew... aka the Flannel Friday'ers
-Drinking and Kan Yam on the beach all day. Dead-bird hand.
-Epic beer pong run.
-Tour of New Haven's various hoods with Nick 'Sticky-Dick' Neuman.
April 8-10: Ithaca, NY
Travelers: The Lord, Spreenwich, Meg, Myself
-Spreenwiches on the ride up.
-Happy hour w/ the South Albany crew.
-Out to some random party with the Lord. Felt WAY to old to be there.
-Soccer Girls house. Tom wandered off... the ushe. Scheff and I made a late-night trip to Taco Bell.
-The Lord and I make a trip up to campus. He drops $650 in the bookstore.
-Soccer Girls house to day-drink. Kan Jam up the WAZZ.
-Glenwood Pines Challenge (4 quarter pound cheeseburgers on THICK French bread). Me vs. Scheff. About ten other people at the table with us... not one of them rooting for me to finish the challenge. Scheff finishes the challenge. I make it abou 3/4 through. Full as a snail.
-Later that night I decided to go to da bahhhhhs. Dancing was not easy with that full of a stomach. Eventually I thought I had it under control and started jumping around a little more. I was wrong. Entire pinewood challenge was about to come up. two options... run for the bathroom, or run for the front door. I turn and look at the completely packed bar. front door was closer. I start making my way to the door as fast as I can, pushing people out of the way as I go. I didn't think I was gonna make it. Barely got out the door in time, took one step to the side, and let it rip.... right next to two officers of the law. Luckily, they were thoroughly amused by the whole thing and I didn't get in any trouble.
-Walked back to South Albany, removed all my puke clothes, washed them in the sink, took a show-show, brushed the teeth, and headed back out to meet everyone at Ameritalia. That's called a recovery.
-Next Day, Weggo's Subs... and a wrap (couldn't catch me).
-Grenade whistle battle across South Albany.
-Back to Jerz.
April 15-17: Penn State University
Travelers: The Lord, Scheff, Prince Vince, Kathleen, Myself
-Pick up the Lord. Load up the car w/ about 400lbs of alc. Fly down rt 80 at a STEADY 90mph.
-Power hour at Glo's.
-To da bahhhs. Stand in line for an hour. Finally get in. The Lord dishes out his digits to a biddy... via BUSINESS CARD.
-Blue and White Game. Tailgating in the rain. Wizard sticks. Kan Jam on a hill. Scheff throws up an absolutely atroshe frisbee toss... headed straight towards me... I try and move out of the way... I hit a patch of mud and catch air... BOOM... my ass hits the ground HARD........ can't breathe.
-Go back to Glo's. Show-shows and naps. Continue drinking. Dumb and Dumber on tv. WINGS. Tom's wizard stick almost reaches the ceiling. Friend porn.
-Sunday. Mozzarella stick grilled cheese sangwiches from Dennys... after about an hour wait. Scrounge up all our shit. Back to the Jerz.
April 21 - MoTown/Chester, NJ
Travelers: Spreenwich, Goody, Liam, Myself
-Met up w/ Spreenwich in Motown for a happy hour sesh. Free wings. Free pasta. WHATTTUP.
-Over to Chester. Hot tub chillin w/ Tot, Jeff, and Liam. Nothing sexier than 4 guys in a hot tub... honestly... I can't think of a single thing.
April 23-24: NYC
Travelers: Alex, Polly G, Big Mike, Maggie Bailey, Shceff, Platt, Myself
-Met up with the Glowtaz's
-Game time sub-in for Maggie for the dinner cruise around manhattan.
-Great dinner, great view... disaronno on the rocks... out of flasks.... next level drinking manouver. SMART.
-To da bahhhs. Practiced the ancient art of Kahr-Ayo-Kay
-Met some Australian chicks. Decided to test out my Australian accent... so I told them I was also from Australia and literally talked to them w/ an 'Australian' accent the entire time. One of them said I sounded like I was from America. I told her I had been living here for ten years and that the American accent was rubbing off on you. Don't even TRY to tell me that shit aint SMOOTH.
April 27: MoTown, NJ
Travelers: Tot, the Lord, the Chad, Myself
-Met up for drinks for the Chad's last night on the East Coast.
-Live band at Sona 13 was stellar.
-Guitar girl at (whatever the second bar was) was a gem.
-We all went back to my dad's house and had an orgy.
April 30: Hoboken, NJ
Travelers: Tot, The Lord, Nick 'Sticky-Dick' Neuman, Myself
-Took forevs to get there. Never driving to Hoboken again. NJ Tranzz 4 LIFE!
-Hit up the Ith Lax Game. Saw some Ith Lax alum (Powers, Heckman, Reiter, Lohan).
-Watched Ithaca lose terribly. That team has gone steadily downhill since Glowatz's departure in '08.
-Hobo sangwiches.
That pretty much concludes 'Are We There Yet April'. Of course there were a couple Free-Movie Tuesdays, one or two golf outings, and at least one Wendy's trip mixed in there. All-in-all a solid month. My last full month here in the Dirty.
Next week... on to La La Land.
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