Ahhhhh back at work.
My boss gave me his badass Spider-Man 2 jacket today. It's lined with fleece, which makes it a perfect counter to the bizzare cold weather we've been having at night around here lately. I can see my breath! What the fuck is that all about?!
So I spent the last week of my vacation here in LA-LA land. I saw "Return of the King" on the big screen at the Dome, ate at Roscoe's, spent waaaay too much time at Amoeba, and traded my old PC for a big bag of weed. Whoever invented the barter system, I thank you.
Over the weekend I zoomed up to San Francisco to support my homies Blue Collar Special at a gig they played up there. They had me come up and sing "Bonzo Goes to Bitburg" with them. I'm sure I looked like a fuckin dork, but it was still a blast.
All in all it was a pretty damn good vacation. The only downer was that I had such a great time with my parents while I was in NY that I ended up wishing I'd spent a bit more time there and came back to LA a few days later. Who ever thought I'd actually be having a good time with my parents? I ended up spending more time with them than my friends. Sure, part of it had to do with the fact that my rents aren't degenerate alcoholics, but I think I've matured and grown up enough that I can just be with my parents with all of my childhood bullshit fucking it up. It was pretty nice.
Ok, time to go get reacquainted with my couch and bust out the big bag of weed.
My boss gave me his badass Spider-Man 2 jacket today. It's lined with fleece, which makes it a perfect counter to the bizzare cold weather we've been having at night around here lately. I can see my breath! What the fuck is that all about?!
So I spent the last week of my vacation here in LA-LA land. I saw "Return of the King" on the big screen at the Dome, ate at Roscoe's, spent waaaay too much time at Amoeba, and traded my old PC for a big bag of weed. Whoever invented the barter system, I thank you.
Over the weekend I zoomed up to San Francisco to support my homies Blue Collar Special at a gig they played up there. They had me come up and sing "Bonzo Goes to Bitburg" with them. I'm sure I looked like a fuckin dork, but it was still a blast.
All in all it was a pretty damn good vacation. The only downer was that I had such a great time with my parents while I was in NY that I ended up wishing I'd spent a bit more time there and came back to LA a few days later. Who ever thought I'd actually be having a good time with my parents? I ended up spending more time with them than my friends. Sure, part of it had to do with the fact that my rents aren't degenerate alcoholics, but I think I've matured and grown up enough that I can just be with my parents with all of my childhood bullshit fucking it up. It was pretty nice.
Ok, time to go get reacquainted with my couch and bust out the big bag of weed.