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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Sick like Eddie Vedder
You know when you get the feeling, you know, the feeling that you're getting sick, yet you ignore it? Well that's fine if you're on a stage singing to a hundred thousand people like Eddie Vedder in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco June 24th, 1995 amidst the city's 100 degree plus heat wave. Oh I was there all right, yes I was there in the bushes, lying on my $10 knockoff Pearl Jam tee shirt. It was the only shade in the entire park. Little did I know I was smack dab in the middle of one of the most favorite memories of my life.
Thank you Eddie Vedder for getting sick on-stage and leaving after only a couple of songs. It mattered not that my girlfriends and I had planned this two months in advance, and despite our diligent planning, the only room we could get was one that smelled like curry and had nailed the headboards to the wall. It was on Judah, but you knew that, didn't you, from the description.
Thank you Neil Young for coming on stage with your annoying nasal voice. (I would rather chew glass than listen to this man sing.)It gave us permission to leave and go back to our room to sleep off the heat and the alcohol.
When we woke from our nap we discovered a lovely neighborhood bar, that was in fact, having a POTLUCK, score!, and they invited us to eat there. We danced to the jukebox, played pool, ate and drank till we closed the bar. Directly after, the whole bar went to the beach and crashed someone's bonfire party there. They only spoke Japanese, so they could very well have been telling us to fuck off. No matter. We had so much fun. I think at one point we ended up at Seabreeze Bobby's house, which had a shell fence, no I did not imagine that, a shell fence. We drew on his dry erase board, got the creeps and then ran the hell out. Good times.
Man I'm bored. I hate being sick. Maybe there's someone in this universe who is having a great time because of it. I hope so.
Thank you Eddie Vedder for getting sick on-stage and leaving after only a couple of songs. It mattered not that my girlfriends and I had planned this two months in advance, and despite our diligent planning, the only room we could get was one that smelled like curry and had nailed the headboards to the wall. It was on Judah, but you knew that, didn't you, from the description.
Thank you Neil Young for coming on stage with your annoying nasal voice. (I would rather chew glass than listen to this man sing.)It gave us permission to leave and go back to our room to sleep off the heat and the alcohol.
When we woke from our nap we discovered a lovely neighborhood bar, that was in fact, having a POTLUCK, score!, and they invited us to eat there. We danced to the jukebox, played pool, ate and drank till we closed the bar. Directly after, the whole bar went to the beach and crashed someone's bonfire party there. They only spoke Japanese, so they could very well have been telling us to fuck off. No matter. We had so much fun. I think at one point we ended up at Seabreeze Bobby's house, which had a shell fence, no I did not imagine that, a shell fence. We drew on his dry erase board, got the creeps and then ran the hell out. Good times.
Man I'm bored. I hate being sick. Maybe there's someone in this universe who is having a great time because of it. I hope so.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sit, Stay, Make Mommy a Drink
Moxie has been pestering me lately to pleez pleez take her to obedience classes. Initially I thought it would conflict with her acting and dancing lessons, but hey, being the Awesome Dog Mom that I am, I conceded. Maybe after we get the doggy demons out of her head, we can get them out of mine. I'm pretty much married to the idea that Moxie should learn how to get the Sunday paper and my slippers. This, and other reveals, are being withheld until Moxie is invested too far to break her commitment. Then I'll need to actually subscribe to the paper and buy some slippers.
In other Moxie news, it's been no secret that she runs in an elite circle, and that Paris and Lindsey call to ask for fashion advice. After all, Moxie did invent the idea of getting out of limos without underwear (I have never been able to get her to wear them). This week alone she has been on two reality shows, which I am not particularly proud of, and my advice to her for writing her memoirs has gone completely ignored. In any case, Moxie has been vamping up her public image and I will keep you posted here forthwith.
Monday, November 8, 2010
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