And just when I think its clear It turns all grey again
last weekend was crazy. way too much to do. Friday night, I went out to celebrate a friend's 32nd birthday. We had wine and snacks in her apt. Her apt is teeny tiny, but amazingly cute and in a great location. Right across the street from Balboa Park and a block from dog park. Friggin awesome. We went to December Nights in the park. It was insanely foggy. It felt like Halloween. It was kind of awesome. We went to Imperial House afterward. There was a cheesy lounge singer. Some drunk dickhole went up and tried to sing a Billy Joel song with him. It was classic and bad. All in all a fun night. I met a lot of her co-workers which means a lot of Seb's coworkers. I was introduced as a good friend of seb's and (elizabeth) got me in the divorce. I really liked her friend Sylvia and Antonio and this couple that I can't remember their name. Sylvia lives in LA and is starting her own clothing thing. webstore and then eventually her own line --- store is called Swagger without a cause. Antonio is from Panama and just a cool dude. The couple was rad. One of them was from Hungary and the other from the Netherlands. Every couple of years, they move to a new country. They're learning Portuguese now and hoping to move to Brazil soon. effing rad.
Saturday, I did some training at the Humane Society. Learned some of the finer points of clicker training and how to use the agility equipment and how to teach the dogs to use it. It was really cool. I worked with a whippet that day. I was convinced I wanted a whippet. But as always, I change my mind a lot. It's too far away to think about what kind of dog I want next, but I never cease to do research and learn as much as I can. I am sure I want a persian cat next. :D
Saturday night was my work xmas party. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was better mostly because of all the new people we hired. We did the Gondola thing again and ate at some french restaurant in Coronado - Chez Loma.
Sunday was Tim's work party. I learned how to play a new drinking game called spoons. That was fun. Tim got another season of the simpsons. I ate delicious, delicious pesto and mexican food. a strange combo, but the salsa was fucking de licious. it really was. I found out it was purchased from a market in City Heights. City Heights here I come. That salsa was seriously bomb.
Monday night, Syndicate opened up for Batwings at the Tin Can Ale House. There were 4 bands on the bill - a long night. Syndicate, Stickers, K-Holes and Batwings. All the members of Syndicate were ill, so it was a non-event for them. I guess it was lucky they were first this time. The singer for Stickers sounded like a female version of fred schneider. Sticker was punk? I guess. Whatever it was was not my thing. K-holes was along the same genre, but slightly better. Still not my thing. However I do love Batwings. I guess Bryan has a new project that I have yet to hear. I'll report when I know more.
My boss is gone until Jan. This is a good thing. Work is slow, but it gives me time to devour all things on dwell.com.
Finally watched Scott Pilgram vs. The World. The verdict is I loved it. :D I also watched License to Kill, 44 Inch Chest and Departures. I hate Timothy Dalton as bond - seriously the worst bond ever. 44 Inch Chest was different, but good. Worth a viewing at least. LOVED the way they talked and the subject matter. Departures was interesting. Kind of about preparing dead bodies and the ceremony/procedure involved in that in Japan.
It's ridiculously hot here. Seriously, why don't we have winter anymore? I'm so ready to move to Portland or somewhere forested in Washington. Rain, clouds, cold. I need it. I fucking hate the sun.
I watched The Notebook last night. Oddly, it inspired me to write. A novel, a screenplay - something along those lines. I have several ideas that I'm going to be outlining soon. It also reminded me of someone who will remain nameless.
Thinking about being Knives Chau or Edina Monsoon or Patsy Stone (if I can find an accomplice) for halloween next year. My Holly Golightly costume was wasted. No one got it. It was effing perf too. I should've headed to Hillcrest. Those queens would've loved it. I just finished reading Breakfast at Tiffany's. Holly in the book was really ... um. crude, vulgar, harsh, crass. I figured as much, but didn't realize the severity in difference. However, a lot of the lines in the movie are word for word. The general story is there, but it's not a love story. I hate how hollywood always needs a love story. I'm so anti. I guess it's why the Notebook inspired me to write. To write something more ... real.. or maybe realistic. maybe have the character make the seemingly wrong choices. I mean who's to say any of us has made the "right" choices. I think you have to believe that you've made the right choices for your sanity. I think it's why 1 out of 5 divorces is a result of facebook. If you're not certain of yourself, you'll always have that grass is greener on the other side mentality. You'll always be looking because you're not sure of your choices. and that's why despite bad choices, you just have to believe you made the right one to keep you sane. to keep you from always wondering what if. to keep you from losing yourself. to keep you real. i realize i may be insane. but at least i'm honest. always.
"...distant whispers in your ear..."
Saturday, I did some training at the Humane Society. Learned some of the finer points of clicker training and how to use the agility equipment and how to teach the dogs to use it. It was really cool. I worked with a whippet that day. I was convinced I wanted a whippet. But as always, I change my mind a lot. It's too far away to think about what kind of dog I want next, but I never cease to do research and learn as much as I can. I am sure I want a persian cat next. :D
Saturday night was my work xmas party. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was better mostly because of all the new people we hired. We did the Gondola thing again and ate at some french restaurant in Coronado - Chez Loma.
Sunday was Tim's work party. I learned how to play a new drinking game called spoons. That was fun. Tim got another season of the simpsons. I ate delicious, delicious pesto and mexican food. a strange combo, but the salsa was fucking de licious. it really was. I found out it was purchased from a market in City Heights. City Heights here I come. That salsa was seriously bomb.
Monday night, Syndicate opened up for Batwings at the Tin Can Ale House. There were 4 bands on the bill - a long night. Syndicate, Stickers, K-Holes and Batwings. All the members of Syndicate were ill, so it was a non-event for them. I guess it was lucky they were first this time. The singer for Stickers sounded like a female version of fred schneider. Sticker was punk? I guess. Whatever it was was not my thing. K-holes was along the same genre, but slightly better. Still not my thing. However I do love Batwings. I guess Bryan has a new project that I have yet to hear. I'll report when I know more.
My boss is gone until Jan. This is a good thing. Work is slow, but it gives me time to devour all things on dwell.com.
Finally watched Scott Pilgram vs. The World. The verdict is I loved it. :D I also watched License to Kill, 44 Inch Chest and Departures. I hate Timothy Dalton as bond - seriously the worst bond ever. 44 Inch Chest was different, but good. Worth a viewing at least. LOVED the way they talked and the subject matter. Departures was interesting. Kind of about preparing dead bodies and the ceremony/procedure involved in that in Japan.
It's ridiculously hot here. Seriously, why don't we have winter anymore? I'm so ready to move to Portland or somewhere forested in Washington. Rain, clouds, cold. I need it. I fucking hate the sun.
I watched The Notebook last night. Oddly, it inspired me to write. A novel, a screenplay - something along those lines. I have several ideas that I'm going to be outlining soon. It also reminded me of someone who will remain nameless.
Thinking about being Knives Chau or Edina Monsoon or Patsy Stone (if I can find an accomplice) for halloween next year. My Holly Golightly costume was wasted. No one got it. It was effing perf too. I should've headed to Hillcrest. Those queens would've loved it. I just finished reading Breakfast at Tiffany's. Holly in the book was really ... um. crude, vulgar, harsh, crass. I figured as much, but didn't realize the severity in difference. However, a lot of the lines in the movie are word for word. The general story is there, but it's not a love story. I hate how hollywood always needs a love story. I'm so anti. I guess it's why the Notebook inspired me to write. To write something more ... real.. or maybe realistic. maybe have the character make the seemingly wrong choices. I mean who's to say any of us has made the "right" choices. I think you have to believe that you've made the right choices for your sanity. I think it's why 1 out of 5 divorces is a result of facebook. If you're not certain of yourself, you'll always have that grass is greener on the other side mentality. You'll always be looking because you're not sure of your choices. and that's why despite bad choices, you just have to believe you made the right one to keep you sane. to keep you from always wondering what if. to keep you from losing yourself. to keep you real. i realize i may be insane. but at least i'm honest. always.
"...distant whispers in your ear..."