EELS ROCK LIKE FUCK
Well...thank god for a Sunday off.
I haven't been as productive as I would have liked...but I do tend to be more productive in the evening, so I'm sure I'll have a lot done before I crawl in to bed.
Anyway...
Yesterday E., Chris, Beth, and I went to the Sunset Junction festival to see the Eels. We got there around 7:30pm and caught most of Redd Kross' set (which reminds me...execute iTunes search) which was fucking rad. I totally dug it. Need to buy albums...now. Anyway, yeah. As soon as the set was over, this excruciatingly annoying crack whore announced that the Eels were literally walking on the stage at that precise moment. Ummm...I'm no expert on time, but either she's a lying crack whore (true dat) or the Eels need to learn how to walk. Either way, we waited almost an hour for them to hit the stage. But, it was worth it because the EELS ROCK LIKE FUCK!
:)
Yeah...now, I've been to one other music festival...the bluegrass festival in san francisco. Apparently a festival that attracts hillbillies and hippies is not one to be compared to one that attracts the Silverlake Hipsters and their wanna be "wanna be's". Sunset Blvd. was a sea of people. You know that scene in Forrest Gump where he speaks at the rally around the Washington Memorial? Exactly...
One other difference between this festival and the bluegrass one...when I was in San Francisco, my feet went unharmed. This was not the case at Sunset 1 minute into the first song, this ogre of a man (and by ogre, I mean OGRE) decided to take his E-tarded ass on a moshing spree. This behemoth of a man was bashing into everything and everyone. And he crushed my poor precious feet not once, not twice, not even thrice. Let's just say I'm glad I can still walk (although I'm probably traversing at Eels speed, now). Anyway, E. being the hero that he is totally jumped in and put the ogre in check. It was awesome and I would not have expected nothing else from him. He's a protector. :) The ogre soon calmed down and then stormed off. According to E., he was "rolling" which just adds to the list of reasons I won't ever take drugs. I have a hard enough time explaining my questionable actions when I'm sober, imagine if I was high?
Anyway, as soon as the Eels stopped rocking us senseless we made our way to the back of the crowd. Or so we thought. Cue "sea of people". Chris and Beth got more beer while I people-watched and E. freaked out. I hate people. E. however more than hates them. As soon as Chris and Beth got back, we headed towards the exit. All the way my stomach was grumbling. Thankfully, we were greeted with endless grillers of L.A. Dogs.
Did I mention I was hungry? And, did I mention the shameful truth that this Los Angelino has never ever EVER had an L.A. Dog? E. gave me the thumbs up and we grubbed on those delectable bacon-wrapped, grilled veggie topped, mustard and ketchup adorned yummy-yummies and let me tell you: it felt good to have my L.A. Dog cherry popped. Damn, they were good. :)
So, we headed back to the house, and after some talking decided to walk on over to Spaceland for the free afterparty. And that's where I finally got my beer. 2 beautiful glasses of Guinness...toasting to Pluto, getting accosted by a man who felt Pluto meant nothing...commenting on the booty of the bartender...getting hit on by a lover of all things South American ...and learning one of life's important lessons: Whenever toasting (aka clinking glasses), look at your fellow toast-er in the eye or else it's a year of bad sex. Might as well've been carved on Moses' tablets. We took that bit of info very very seriously. :)
But, the highlight of the evening was seeing the Silverlake Hipsters squirm in horror and discomfort as Beth asked them if they'd play patty-cake with her. Only 2 of them did (the South American lover being one of them) and it was awesome.
And then, at 1:30am we walked the streets of Los Angeles back to Chris' house. The view was gorgeous. The feeling was great. And I arrived home at 2am only to fall asleep on my couch to Veronica Mars Season 2. At 6am, I crawled into bed.
Today I finished VM Season 2 (and I friggin LOVED IT!), brought E. some grilled cheese and tomato soup (someone caught a summer cold). spent $65 on ear-phones, got my first house-warming gift, and unpacked my little life away.
It's been a great weekend. :)
Ogre's hopped up on E can Suck It
I haven't been as productive as I would have liked...but I do tend to be more productive in the evening, so I'm sure I'll have a lot done before I crawl in to bed.
Anyway...
Yesterday E., Chris, Beth, and I went to the Sunset Junction festival to see the Eels. We got there around 7:30pm and caught most of Redd Kross' set (which reminds me...execute iTunes search) which was fucking rad. I totally dug it. Need to buy albums...now. Anyway, yeah. As soon as the set was over, this excruciatingly annoying crack whore announced that the Eels were literally walking on the stage at that precise moment. Ummm...I'm no expert on time, but either she's a lying crack whore (true dat) or the Eels need to learn how to walk. Either way, we waited almost an hour for them to hit the stage. But, it was worth it because the EELS ROCK LIKE FUCK!
:)
Yeah...now, I've been to one other music festival...the bluegrass festival in san francisco. Apparently a festival that attracts hillbillies and hippies is not one to be compared to one that attracts the Silverlake Hipsters and their wanna be "wanna be's". Sunset Blvd. was a sea of people. You know that scene in Forrest Gump where he speaks at the rally around the Washington Memorial? Exactly...
One other difference between this festival and the bluegrass one...when I was in San Francisco, my feet went unharmed. This was not the case at Sunset 1 minute into the first song, this ogre of a man (and by ogre, I mean OGRE) decided to take his E-tarded ass on a moshing spree. This behemoth of a man was bashing into everything and everyone. And he crushed my poor precious feet not once, not twice, not even thrice. Let's just say I'm glad I can still walk (although I'm probably traversing at Eels speed, now). Anyway, E. being the hero that he is totally jumped in and put the ogre in check. It was awesome and I would not have expected nothing else from him. He's a protector. :) The ogre soon calmed down and then stormed off. According to E., he was "rolling" which just adds to the list of reasons I won't ever take drugs. I have a hard enough time explaining my questionable actions when I'm sober, imagine if I was high?
Anyway, as soon as the Eels stopped rocking us senseless we made our way to the back of the crowd. Or so we thought. Cue "sea of people". Chris and Beth got more beer while I people-watched and E. freaked out. I hate people. E. however more than hates them. As soon as Chris and Beth got back, we headed towards the exit. All the way my stomach was grumbling. Thankfully, we were greeted with endless grillers of L.A. Dogs.
Did I mention I was hungry? And, did I mention the shameful truth that this Los Angelino has never ever EVER had an L.A. Dog? E. gave me the thumbs up and we grubbed on those delectable bacon-wrapped, grilled veggie topped, mustard and ketchup adorned yummy-yummies and let me tell you: it felt good to have my L.A. Dog cherry popped. Damn, they were good. :)
So, we headed back to the house, and after some talking decided to walk on over to Spaceland for the free afterparty. And that's where I finally got my beer. 2 beautiful glasses of Guinness...toasting to Pluto, getting accosted by a man who felt Pluto meant nothing...commenting on the booty of the bartender...getting hit on by a lover of all things South American ...and learning one of life's important lessons: Whenever toasting (aka clinking glasses), look at your fellow toast-er in the eye or else it's a year of bad sex. Might as well've been carved on Moses' tablets. We took that bit of info very very seriously. :)
But, the highlight of the evening was seeing the Silverlake Hipsters squirm in horror and discomfort as Beth asked them if they'd play patty-cake with her. Only 2 of them did (the South American lover being one of them) and it was awesome.
And then, at 1:30am we walked the streets of Los Angeles back to Chris' house. The view was gorgeous. The feeling was great. And I arrived home at 2am only to fall asleep on my couch to Veronica Mars Season 2. At 6am, I crawled into bed.
Today I finished VM Season 2 (and I friggin LOVED IT!), brought E. some grilled cheese and tomato soup (someone caught a summer cold). spent $65 on ear-phones, got my first house-warming gift, and unpacked my little life away.
It's been a great weekend. :)
Ogre's hopped up on E can Suck It