Ok go
I realized that it's been a week since I posted, but I feel like I don't really have much to say right now. I'm just chugging along and it's fine. It's a brief lull before the madness begins. I realized today that I am already solidly booked every weekend from next weekend until December. This coming weekend should be a time to batten down the hatches and prepare for the whirlwind. I still have Burning Man crap lying around everywhere, for crying out loud. I need to sort through all the clothes I don't wear. I need to do a lot of things.
I will probably do none of them.
Last weekend was awesome, though. takeitez and toastmantom came down and we had some fun. Where to begin? It was like cramming a SF weekend into LA. First, invisiblebf and takeitez went to LACMA and the La Brea Tar Pits on Friday while I was at work. Later that night, we went to a friend's poetry reading at a youth hostel in Santa Monica (to hear such gems as "Cockblocking C***" from others performing - though my actual friend is a good poet) and to add to the misery, I had to pee the whole time. It began to rain and we escaped to drown our sorrows at my favorite British pub a few blocks away. The next day, Toasty arrived and over the next two days, we went to The Getty, LA Decompression, Champagne Madness, and another friend's acoustic guitar performance, not necessarily in that order. Good job! I made dinner and we ate a lot of cheese. We drank - a lot. We ate more cheese. We played the Story Game (the television vomited fire!) Many in-jokes were created. Good times!
Last, but not least, tomorrow, my mom is leaving on a trip to China for two weeks and she's completely freaked out about it. So that about sums it all up!
I will probably do none of them.
Last weekend was awesome, though. takeitez and toastmantom came down and we had some fun. Where to begin? It was like cramming a SF weekend into LA. First, invisiblebf and takeitez went to LACMA and the La Brea Tar Pits on Friday while I was at work. Later that night, we went to a friend's poetry reading at a youth hostel in Santa Monica (to hear such gems as "Cockblocking C***" from others performing - though my actual friend is a good poet) and to add to the misery, I had to pee the whole time. It began to rain and we escaped to drown our sorrows at my favorite British pub a few blocks away. The next day, Toasty arrived and over the next two days, we went to The Getty, LA Decompression, Champagne Madness, and another friend's acoustic guitar performance, not necessarily in that order. Good job! I made dinner and we ate a lot of cheese. We drank - a lot. We ate more cheese. We played the Story Game (the television vomited fire!) Many in-jokes were created. Good times!
Last, but not least, tomorrow, my mom is leaving on a trip to China for two weeks and she's completely freaked out about it. So that about sums it all up!