Ladies and gentlemen, we’re entering week number five of unemployment. But there’s a little beacon of hope on the horizon. AJ called me Friday and Dakota has a project lasting a couple weeks I may be able to jump on. I would only have to miss one day of work b/c I am going on Warped Tour with the Rad Girls.
OH YEH! Guess what? The Rad Girls are going out to do a couple dates on this summer’s Warped Tour. We’re gonna screw around with the fans all up and down the Golden State. We are hitting up three spots in June and a couple more in August. I’m really pumped b/c I get to shoot. DVX in hand, I will follow around three hot ladies at one of the biggest, if not the biggest, summer music festival in the country. I’m not really a huge fan of large concerts, and in fact haven’t had a desire to attend Warped Tour in a long time. Yes, I am fan of a number of the bands who participate in the show, but I enjoy seeing the band up close and relish the intimacy of a smaller venue like the El Rey on Wilshire, or even a medium size venue such as the Avalon in Hollywood. But hey, honestly, who can turn down a free trip to San Francisco with the Rad Girls? I sure as hell couldn’t.
Memorial Day weekend has been going good so far. Friday (b/c my weekend starts the same way each and every week) I had my mostly-weekly lunch at The Whaler with Devon. It was interesting to say the least. I met her brother David who was in town visiting. He coaches a trampoline gymnastics team back in Ohio. Really nice guy and it was good to meet another member of Devon’s clan. I ran into Jackie who was having a quick cocktail before work started at Mercedes Grille. I don’t want to dwell on the subject for any length of time, besides, those of you who know and care about the story already know it. Anyway, it was good to see her.
Friday night, the Hotel Staff and their respective women, sans my own, went and met Bruce for drinks up at The Daily Pint in Santa Monica. Love that bar; great little spot right near MTV. Bruce was my producer on Viva la Bam and my co-EP on Parental Control. GT and his wide Jen came. And Abby came to visit too. And J-mar. (Man, I keep forgetting people.) Blitsch and her new man, Gabe, even made an appearance. It was a lot of fun and good to get a couple of the old faces together.
Saturday night, while I was waiting for Jessica Cohen to get back from dinner with her sister, I did a little video chat with a bunch of my buddies from back in Philly. Todd and Jamie had a bunch of people over their house, so we caught up. On the east coast side of things was CW and Alair, Bill and Marie, Kyle and his new girlfriend (which apparently we all found out at the same time they were dating, so even 3000 miles away I was in the loop on that gossip) and of course Todd and Jamie. I gave them a quick little tour of my apartment since none of them have come to visit yet (jerks). I was telling them about this really funny and ridiculous tattoo Johnny wants me to get on my back. Todd wanted me to show the crowd back home where I was gonna get the tattoo, and mooned the whole room from the opposite coast. It was brilliant.
Todd wasn’t paying attention this morning, and he went to video chat with me at 9:30 AM Eastern Standard time, forgetting the three hour time difference, so my computer started ringing at 6:30 AM Pacific Time. Lame. I was like, you gotta be kidding me. And the best part was he was only hitting me up to give me his rendition of Numa Numa. What a total boner. I would have killed him had I actually gotten out of bed to answer that call only to find out he was screwing with me.
Jess Cohen was in town visiting from Ohio (was everyone from Ohio on vacation this week?) after her twin sister Lindsay and her returned from a trip to Israel. Jess worked with me on Punk’d. I ride my bike over to Lindsay’s place. I beat the two of them there, but once they arrive we go inside, put on Purple Rain and the girls fall asleep. Party animals. After about an hour, I dipped out. I hung out with Jess the day before for a bit, so I didn’t feel awful leaving them passed out on the sofa.
Since I was wide awake, I decided to head downtown to see my buddy Brian who bartends at La Cita. Great spot on a Saturday night. Inside, Rachero music blasts from a band on a little makeshift stage and two hundred middle-aged Hispanics dance around while out back, on “El Patio,” the same eight people are always hanging out, is where I spent my night. Brian tossing Tecate in my face all night, Tommy, the bar-back, cleaning up after me, and iPods playing old-school punk made for a very relaxing night.
My weekend ended the same way it always does, with a trip to The Whaler. (I should just have my mail forwarded there I spend so much time at that place.) My dear, old friend Nicole Havre made the trek down from Hollywood to join me. I haven’t seen her in like a month. I met Nicole while I was running around the western states doing Bull Run. She was living in Phoenix working at a bar called Rula Bula. Joe Child happened to driving across the country at the time to go back east for Bam’s Unholy Union and was in PHX. Nicole answered a Craig’s List ad I had posted for PA’s, and she mentioned she was working that night, so me and the boy-toy wonder went and met her. Long story short, we kept in touch, I told her to hit me up when she was moved to LA and I would help her get work. She did, and a week after moving, she was a production assistant at MTV. We had a great Sunday. We walked back thru the canals, which she didn’t know existed, and capped off a good Sunday Funday.
Later, James swung by for a night cap. We hit up the Townhouse for a 16 ounce Boddinton’s Ale and met the staff of Hama Sushi. So random.
As for the rest of my “holiday,” I am going to hit up the gym, and then continue reading DMZ and see where the 2nd Civil War is going next. Obviously since I am back on DMZ, it means I finished reading Watchmen. I must say, as a whole, it was a great graphic novel. Now (SPOILER ALERT), unfortunately, the last chapter ruined the whole experience for me. Up until that point it was one of the best books I have ever read, but all of a sudden there’s this giant alien destroying a city. I mean, why not drop a bomb or something. You have to suspend some believability through the whole book to believe in superheroes, but that instance just went too far. I understand what the author was trying to do, and the character’s justification for using this plot device makes a ton of sense, but the author probably could have substituted anything else in there and it would have made a ton of more sense than a giant alien creature. Maybe it’s just me. Now, don’t get my wrong, I still like the book. Great art, great story, I recommend anyone who enjoys reading to give it a once over, even if you’re not a fan of comic books. It holds up and is worth the time it takes.
I think that is about it, I’m gonna finish watching 25th Hour then hit up some Gold’s Gym action.
Hey Todd, don’t forget: three hours time difference. You’re as bad as my mom.
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