black out the windows, its party time
i'm so very tired. happy, but tired. and tired happy isn't as good as awake happy, but at least its happy nontheless.
this weekend was fun fun fun. thursday i drove up to l.a. traffic was the sucks, but i still beat ellen & kristen driving up from temecula. we had some pre-show cocktails & drove to the wiltern. cool venue! due to the fact that we had the "early bird special" show (i think kristen came up with that one) we missed the opening band, but the pixies were everything i hoped they'd be & more. i love love love the pixies. they only played one song i didn't know. broken face, gigantic, wave of mutilation, mr. grieves, here comes your man, & on & so it goes. we were right next to some really annoying pep squaddish girls. but the more i thought about it... i wish i were cool enough to like & know all the words to a band like the pixies when i was their age. ...wish we'd made the later show, because they only wound up doing a one song encore - the faster version of wave... which they'd done (the slower version of) earlier. but all in all, good times. afterwards we went to the 4100 bar where i had way too much to drink, took my jacket off & talked to randoms. some dude in cool glasses & a beret & his friend with sideburns from new zealand. i don't have a clue what i managed to talk with them about for so long. and then this guy that was sitting next to us writing poetry. at a bar. in the dark. does that just smack of pretensiousness & needing attention? but after a few (too many), it seemed almost endearing. so i caved & read his little poem & told him it rocked. i don't remember what it said either. it could have been the roses are red thing for all i know. then i was lost a bit. gave val & kristen a present & marched outside. next thing i remember was macking some fried macaroni balls at fred 62s & val poking at my dime bag pancakes. i hope i didn't try to order a drink like last time.
we slept in on friday. guess i snored kristens poor little ears off. we all took our time functioning like normal folks. then i called dave & we met up for lunch when he got off work. went to some jewish deli place somewhere off of van nuys. we talked for hours. it was so good to see him & hear how well he's doing at ET. he's getting a promotion after all that time he slaved away for pennies in the vault room. and a GOOD promotion at that. so very proud of him. ...afterwards i drove to the mall to meet up with the girls. we looked at shoes (these damn cork wedges that cost hundreds that everyone seems to be wearing now) & went to the red robin so they could grab something prior to our going out for the night.
friday night we went over to dwayne's. he has the cutest one bedroom in sherman oaks circa 1940-something. i could so live there. the rent is kinda steep, but that's l.a. i guess... after some cocktails & catching up we went to the cat & fiddle or something like that. it was meh. okay. but we decided for a change of scenery after awhile. we chose a place no one had been to before - the hollywood canteen. i cannot give this night credit. theres just no way to put it into words (and to protect the privacy of my friends). but it was the funnest i've had at a bar in many moons. how is it that we manage to wind up in a trailer, under a tent, at a bar? with val clogging & shaking her ass out the door? this is a night i will never forget. well, some of it is hazy. but maybe that was due to those swedish thingies with the green in the middle... i remember all the good stuff. and poor ellen. i wish we would have known she was being molested by a kindergarten teacher. ...we drove back to dwayne's to rejoin space & time as it were. then we went to jerry's diner. another jewish deli place. same menu as a matter of fact - just a different name. val swears we had a star sighting. she swears it was wyclef. only moments earlier, she was swearing it was lil' john. whatever. the guy was with two of the dweebiest looking white folk i ever did see. i think she was mistaken. no, i KNOW she was. i just looked up a buncha images on yahoo just to be certain.
saturday morning we slept in again. i guess i snored less this time. we watched the first two episodes of the final season of queer as folk. i will be so sad when this show is no more. we had dinner reservations in silver lake (my future home) at malo off sunset. this place rocks. and the waiters weren't so bad to look at. ellen introduced me to the mojito - my new favorite over-priced drink. but i just looked up the recipe so now i can make it on my own. afterwards we went to short stop (greg dulli's bar) for some pre-Uptown Lights action. it was suprisingly slow considering it was a greg dulli night. but it was early. ellen knocked an entire cape cod - tall into my lap. thankfully, i was in black & red so it didn't show. but my crotch was wet & NOT in a good way. "anyone want a cape cod? cuz i can get a straw & you can drink it from MY VAGINA." "well, i guess i won't be having a bladder infection anytime soon, because i just had a CRANBERRY VODKA DOUCHE!" while waiting for me to dry, and finish off our fresh drinks, we played a rather frank & trashy version of "would you rather". i don't know how val comes up with these things. "would you rather never be able to brush your teeth again, or never be able to wash your crotch again?" i mean, holy conundrum batgirl! anyway, she vowed to write a new version of the book. the raunchy version. i look forward to it.
then we headed to spaceland for Uptown. we had some drinks upstairs. (i swear to god that was dave grohl.) we were this close:
to the stage. front & center. i could reach out & grab greg's crotch. i could see the logo on his seat belt guitar strap. here's a set list that i found on their myspace blog:
Punish Me
Ain’t Nobody
All Along The Watchtower
Get Ready
Follow Me
Tell Everyone
Ace Of Spades
I Want To Be Free
Hercules
So Tight
Tell Me What’s On Your Mind
Red Hot Mama
Come To Mama
Wang Dang Doodle
BackStabbers
I’ll Be Around
Lost In The Supermarket
Cigarettes
Ooh La La
i don't know who the chick was that was singing with them, but she was good & hot in a gothicish way. but i will say it loud & proud: i would happily eat a bucket of greg dulli's shit if he asked me too. and yes, i stole that "eat a bucket of his shit" from val. ...after the show we spied greg hanging out in the kitchen. i stumbled around for awhile & then headed outside for a smoke. he stepped out of the kitchen & started to walk out right in front of me! then some dude behind me starts yelling "dulli!" and he turned around so on his way past me i tapped his back & said "great show tonight" & he smiled, squeezed my arm and said "hey thanks". my night was complete. hell. my trip was complete. between the pixies, greg dulli, friends, booze, new sites/smells/sounds/tastes... and being able to be our 100% bitching selves w/out worrying what anyone else thinks about it... i had an absolute field trip. thanks.
val: "its cuz of my short tongu-ed-ness"
me: "no val, it's called being lazy"
dwayne: "wah. let's just get you a handicapped sticker for your car why don't we?"
val: "you're just one big walking complaint aren't you?"
...there's more, but i gotta find my quote napkin. i need to unpack.
this weekend was fun fun fun. thursday i drove up to l.a. traffic was the sucks, but i still beat ellen & kristen driving up from temecula. we had some pre-show cocktails & drove to the wiltern. cool venue! due to the fact that we had the "early bird special" show (i think kristen came up with that one) we missed the opening band, but the pixies were everything i hoped they'd be & more. i love love love the pixies. they only played one song i didn't know. broken face, gigantic, wave of mutilation, mr. grieves, here comes your man, & on & so it goes. we were right next to some really annoying pep squaddish girls. but the more i thought about it... i wish i were cool enough to like & know all the words to a band like the pixies when i was their age. ...wish we'd made the later show, because they only wound up doing a one song encore - the faster version of wave... which they'd done (the slower version of) earlier. but all in all, good times. afterwards we went to the 4100 bar where i had way too much to drink, took my jacket off & talked to randoms. some dude in cool glasses & a beret & his friend with sideburns from new zealand. i don't have a clue what i managed to talk with them about for so long. and then this guy that was sitting next to us writing poetry. at a bar. in the dark. does that just smack of pretensiousness & needing attention? but after a few (too many), it seemed almost endearing. so i caved & read his little poem & told him it rocked. i don't remember what it said either. it could have been the roses are red thing for all i know. then i was lost a bit. gave val & kristen a present & marched outside. next thing i remember was macking some fried macaroni balls at fred 62s & val poking at my dime bag pancakes. i hope i didn't try to order a drink like last time.
we slept in on friday. guess i snored kristens poor little ears off. we all took our time functioning like normal folks. then i called dave & we met up for lunch when he got off work. went to some jewish deli place somewhere off of van nuys. we talked for hours. it was so good to see him & hear how well he's doing at ET. he's getting a promotion after all that time he slaved away for pennies in the vault room. and a GOOD promotion at that. so very proud of him. ...afterwards i drove to the mall to meet up with the girls. we looked at shoes (these damn cork wedges that cost hundreds that everyone seems to be wearing now) & went to the red robin so they could grab something prior to our going out for the night.
friday night we went over to dwayne's. he has the cutest one bedroom in sherman oaks circa 1940-something. i could so live there. the rent is kinda steep, but that's l.a. i guess... after some cocktails & catching up we went to the cat & fiddle or something like that. it was meh. okay. but we decided for a change of scenery after awhile. we chose a place no one had been to before - the hollywood canteen. i cannot give this night credit. theres just no way to put it into words (and to protect the privacy of my friends). but it was the funnest i've had at a bar in many moons. how is it that we manage to wind up in a trailer, under a tent, at a bar? with val clogging & shaking her ass out the door? this is a night i will never forget. well, some of it is hazy. but maybe that was due to those swedish thingies with the green in the middle... i remember all the good stuff. and poor ellen. i wish we would have known she was being molested by a kindergarten teacher. ...we drove back to dwayne's to rejoin space & time as it were. then we went to jerry's diner. another jewish deli place. same menu as a matter of fact - just a different name. val swears we had a star sighting. she swears it was wyclef. only moments earlier, she was swearing it was lil' john. whatever. the guy was with two of the dweebiest looking white folk i ever did see. i think she was mistaken. no, i KNOW she was. i just looked up a buncha images on yahoo just to be certain.
saturday morning we slept in again. i guess i snored less this time. we watched the first two episodes of the final season of queer as folk. i will be so sad when this show is no more. we had dinner reservations in silver lake (my future home) at malo off sunset. this place rocks. and the waiters weren't so bad to look at. ellen introduced me to the mojito - my new favorite over-priced drink. but i just looked up the recipe so now i can make it on my own. afterwards we went to short stop (greg dulli's bar) for some pre-Uptown Lights action. it was suprisingly slow considering it was a greg dulli night. but it was early. ellen knocked an entire cape cod - tall into my lap. thankfully, i was in black & red so it didn't show. but my crotch was wet & NOT in a good way. "anyone want a cape cod? cuz i can get a straw & you can drink it from MY VAGINA." "well, i guess i won't be having a bladder infection anytime soon, because i just had a CRANBERRY VODKA DOUCHE!" while waiting for me to dry, and finish off our fresh drinks, we played a rather frank & trashy version of "would you rather". i don't know how val comes up with these things. "would you rather never be able to brush your teeth again, or never be able to wash your crotch again?" i mean, holy conundrum batgirl! anyway, she vowed to write a new version of the book. the raunchy version. i look forward to it.
then we headed to spaceland for Uptown. we had some drinks upstairs. (i swear to god that was dave grohl.) we were this close:
to the stage. front & center. i could reach out & grab greg's crotch. i could see the logo on his seat belt guitar strap. here's a set list that i found on their myspace blog:
Punish Me
Ain’t Nobody
All Along The Watchtower
Get Ready
Follow Me
Tell Everyone
Ace Of Spades
I Want To Be Free
Hercules
So Tight
Tell Me What’s On Your Mind
Red Hot Mama
Come To Mama
Wang Dang Doodle
BackStabbers
I’ll Be Around
Lost In The Supermarket
Cigarettes
Ooh La La
i don't know who the chick was that was singing with them, but she was good & hot in a gothicish way. but i will say it loud & proud: i would happily eat a bucket of greg dulli's shit if he asked me too. and yes, i stole that "eat a bucket of his shit" from val. ...after the show we spied greg hanging out in the kitchen. i stumbled around for awhile & then headed outside for a smoke. he stepped out of the kitchen & started to walk out right in front of me! then some dude behind me starts yelling "dulli!" and he turned around so on his way past me i tapped his back & said "great show tonight" & he smiled, squeezed my arm and said "hey thanks". my night was complete. hell. my trip was complete. between the pixies, greg dulli, friends, booze, new sites/smells/sounds/tastes... and being able to be our 100% bitching selves w/out worrying what anyone else thinks about it... i had an absolute field trip. thanks.
val: "its cuz of my short tongu-ed-ness"
me: "no val, it's called being lazy"
dwayne: "wah. let's just get you a handicapped sticker for your car why don't we?"
val: "you're just one big walking complaint aren't you?"
...there's more, but i gotta find my quote napkin. i need to unpack.