a summary..I hate not being able to be as descriptive as I want to be
phew! it's been a wondeful few weekends.. not sure where this is going to end up.. this might take a while.. I guess I can remember as far back as 3 weekends ago;
Such a great suprise, got a call from my big baby girl( "big" meaning the older of 2 of my favorite sisters, the younger being the proud subject of many a dramama), she wants to go surfing.. Got myself up extra early, drove out to malibu, had an amazing breakfast at Malibu Kitchen, enjoyed dogs playing, enjoyed the sky, waited with a buddy for her.. once she showed up, paddled out, got to see her in her bikini.. probably been waiting for that since the 6th grade.. her first time, she stood up! proud of that sexy little munchkin.. wishI could say the same about her sexy little munchkin sister.. anyways, such a good time with her.. decided to rest on the beach for a while while the sun decided it wanted to set. Met one of the funniest people I will ever shake hands with.. the artist remember? Dali tatoos, genius, brilliant sense of humor, etc.. shit kid, you better remember this guy when you look back on this. all the other boys roled out.. I felt I was among kings( to some I probably was).. cutting the gorgeous surf day short.. can't stand to look at or think about this untouchable angel any longer.. She had asked for plans to go surfing again the following weekend, and I would have had another sexually frustrating day if my king of a brother and I hadn't of decided to fly to tahoe friday night.. I didn't remember it as beautiful as this. flew in saturday morning, sat next to a saint on the plane and talked about mel brooks movies.. picked up a magazine in the seat pocket and saw baby in it! a very nice suprise, and a great start to a great trip.. arrived, went up to the lake, jumped in, swam, frisbee, naps on the hot sand, and a fucking dropdead gorgeous backdrop.. You're in a place like that for 30 seconds and you're already making moving plans from L.A... seriously, even the colors there are more vibrant.. fucking kodak colors.. the sky, the water, the trees, your hand in front of you.. fucking vibrant.. so so gorgeous.. jaw was dropped for 48 hours..left to go get ready for the evening. went back to the lake before sunset, climbed out on the rocks into the lake, and sat in disbelief.. purple sky, red water, it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.. besides her of course.. wish she was there.. woulda called her and told her all about it if my brother wasn't already talking to the girl he wishes he could show what he was looking at.. anyways, might as well stop now, keep that sight as a perfect memory and not downplay it with my lack of vocabulary.. Ended up with tickets to some once a year shakespear festival performance of The Merry Wives Of Windsor right on the water in this great outdoor ampitheatre, had an delightful dinner, and watched the sun set, the play was pretty good, the surroundings were better, just wanted to go to sleep.. Woke up at the ranch, had my first and hopefully not my last game of horseshoes, drove back to reno, flew out, got sentimental, baby picked us up, time to sleep.. I'm picking up where my first gypsy encounter comes into play.. last weekend started off better than I could have ever planned, Get word, shooting the gypsy punk cabaret outfit GOGOL BORDELLO that night.. Arrived at 5:00pm, kidnapped by gypsies; one guitarist, one drummer, one violin player, one accordion player, one ringmaster with a shout to kill a bear,a nd two beautiful dancers brandishing cymbals, a bass drum, and the most rediculous NYC fashion get-ups to boot.. I had no idea what was to lie ahead.. Wasn't sure if I was going to come out of the whole thing alive or not.. sorta found that exciting.. It was one of the most violent, powerful, and physically mind blowing things I have ever been apart of.. I'm going to have to go back through all of the footage to regain any memoires, for whatever happened that night, could have been a dream that I would have never remembered... Hopefully I'll be able to put a fraction of it into some kind of words sometime soon.. what a pleasant beginning to the rest of the weekend... Batting cages, the promenade, sound studios, pancakes, and realinzing the key to a real woman's heart lies in your Ms.Pacman skills.. hello hello young lovers, fair thee well
Such a great suprise, got a call from my big baby girl( "big" meaning the older of 2 of my favorite sisters, the younger being the proud subject of many a dramama), she wants to go surfing.. Got myself up extra early, drove out to malibu, had an amazing breakfast at Malibu Kitchen, enjoyed dogs playing, enjoyed the sky, waited with a buddy for her.. once she showed up, paddled out, got to see her in her bikini.. probably been waiting for that since the 6th grade.. her first time, she stood up! proud of that sexy little munchkin.. wishI could say the same about her sexy little munchkin sister.. anyways, such a good time with her.. decided to rest on the beach for a while while the sun decided it wanted to set. Met one of the funniest people I will ever shake hands with.. the artist remember? Dali tatoos, genius, brilliant sense of humor, etc.. shit kid, you better remember this guy when you look back on this. all the other boys roled out.. I felt I was among kings( to some I probably was).. cutting the gorgeous surf day short.. can't stand to look at or think about this untouchable angel any longer.. She had asked for plans to go surfing again the following weekend, and I would have had another sexually frustrating day if my king of a brother and I hadn't of decided to fly to tahoe friday night.. I didn't remember it as beautiful as this. flew in saturday morning, sat next to a saint on the plane and talked about mel brooks movies.. picked up a magazine in the seat pocket and saw baby in it! a very nice suprise, and a great start to a great trip.. arrived, went up to the lake, jumped in, swam, frisbee, naps on the hot sand, and a fucking dropdead gorgeous backdrop.. You're in a place like that for 30 seconds and you're already making moving plans from L.A... seriously, even the colors there are more vibrant.. fucking kodak colors.. the sky, the water, the trees, your hand in front of you.. fucking vibrant.. so so gorgeous.. jaw was dropped for 48 hours..left to go get ready for the evening. went back to the lake before sunset, climbed out on the rocks into the lake, and sat in disbelief.. purple sky, red water, it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.. besides her of course.. wish she was there.. woulda called her and told her all about it if my brother wasn't already talking to the girl he wishes he could show what he was looking at.. anyways, might as well stop now, keep that sight as a perfect memory and not downplay it with my lack of vocabulary.. Ended up with tickets to some once a year shakespear festival performance of The Merry Wives Of Windsor right on the water in this great outdoor ampitheatre, had an delightful dinner, and watched the sun set, the play was pretty good, the surroundings were better, just wanted to go to sleep.. Woke up at the ranch, had my first and hopefully not my last game of horseshoes, drove back to reno, flew out, got sentimental, baby picked us up, time to sleep.. I'm picking up where my first gypsy encounter comes into play.. last weekend started off better than I could have ever planned, Get word, shooting the gypsy punk cabaret outfit GOGOL BORDELLO that night.. Arrived at 5:00pm, kidnapped by gypsies; one guitarist, one drummer, one violin player, one accordion player, one ringmaster with a shout to kill a bear,a nd two beautiful dancers brandishing cymbals, a bass drum, and the most rediculous NYC fashion get-ups to boot.. I had no idea what was to lie ahead.. Wasn't sure if I was going to come out of the whole thing alive or not.. sorta found that exciting.. It was one of the most violent, powerful, and physically mind blowing things I have ever been apart of.. I'm going to have to go back through all of the footage to regain any memoires, for whatever happened that night, could have been a dream that I would have never remembered... Hopefully I'll be able to put a fraction of it into some kind of words sometime soon.. what a pleasant beginning to the rest of the weekend... Batting cages, the promenade, sound studios, pancakes, and realinzing the key to a real woman's heart lies in your Ms.Pacman skills.. hello hello young lovers, fair thee well