i'm afraid that i had two or three too many oat sodas last night at the tenacious d show. but the post-alcohol angst that i feel today is more than made up for by the fact that jb and kg rocked my fuckin socks off last nite at the house of blues in downtown disney. highlights included jb bt-ing on ept in the desert, kg giving birth via anal canal, ejaculation in bathroom stalls, "a special thing" with lee (aka billy joe bob thornton of trainwreck), and having my ass grabbed. ok, having my ass grabbed wasn't that much of a highlight but seeing the look on the person that palmed my right cheek that knew i caught her when i said, "look sweetheart, THIS show ain't free" was. it was fuckin packed so seeing was a bitch since i'm { this } high to a bee's knee and i was getting tossed around by folks that outweigh me by a few hundred pounds. my only recourse was to sing all of the d's songs. badly. very badly, in fact, as only i can. i'm very much a roll-that-shit-light-that shit-smoke-it type of person but i wasn't too comfortable sparking a joint on mickey's turf (there's tons of security folk in downtown disney) and orange county is full of fucking herb vultures that never bring their own shit. i don't know why, its just how it is. vatos from boyle heights, brothas from inglewood always have something to load or a blunt to light but when it comes to wonderbread from orange county, the smoke only goes in one direction. case in point, when shifty and i retreated away from the security folks for a post-show doob sess no less than two busters wanted in on the rotation. and neither of these fools had ever heard of the phrase "fruit brings fruit." anyways, shifty and i checked out the espn zone at downtown disney for a few pints of bass and some burgers. the burgers there, incidentally, are damn good. we're going to have to go back to that place, we sat in the screening room, which is not unlike a nice sports book with a huge wall of video monitors and a big projection in a booth that had its own flat touch screen lcd monitor where we could switch to any of twelve different sports feeds. switching between highlights of the day's nfl action, the world series and brilliant play in serie a and the premiership while they brought hot food and cold pints ruled.
got a dose of fairly shocking news earlier in the day from spree. its ant season in southern california, the weather gets cooler and the ants start entering people's homes in search of warner areas. so spree was cleaning out his bathroom when he discovered a small book that detailed the infidelity of the gf he was living with. ain't that a bitch? and i've known this girl for a while and two-timing-bitch isn't exactly something that fits her profile. i mean fucking around is one thing but when you're co-habitating? not too long ago, i was thinking about it and laying odds on who's wedding i'd attend first and it seemed like spree and his woman were closest amongst my friends to tying the knot. anyways, upon the realization that his woman was playin him for a fool, spree said "fuck it, i'm out" and moved his shit out of there and is crashing at friends place. the end of this story is that since he'll be looking for a new apartment, this weekend's trip to vegas is more than likely postponed. more than anything, i hope that spree doesn't find out who was doing the nasty to his (former) woman. this is the spree that split someone's head open with an ashtray during a bar fight in rome. he's also the powerlifting champion at the school where he's getting his phD in biochemistry.
i got a dose of good news on friday. my dad sent me the copy of an e-mail that he had a friend write to some female. the friend is the executive director of one of the institutes of the business skool that i'm applying to. and the woman is the dean of admissions and the chair of the admissions committee. is said a bunch of nice things that i wish were true about me but that matters not. but it nonetheless will make my admission to grad skool a much surer thing than if i were to just apply on my own.
the last bit of news i'd like to share with you today...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIZZY GILLESPIE!
got a dose of fairly shocking news earlier in the day from spree. its ant season in southern california, the weather gets cooler and the ants start entering people's homes in search of warner areas. so spree was cleaning out his bathroom when he discovered a small book that detailed the infidelity of the gf he was living with. ain't that a bitch? and i've known this girl for a while and two-timing-bitch isn't exactly something that fits her profile. i mean fucking around is one thing but when you're co-habitating? not too long ago, i was thinking about it and laying odds on who's wedding i'd attend first and it seemed like spree and his woman were closest amongst my friends to tying the knot. anyways, upon the realization that his woman was playin him for a fool, spree said "fuck it, i'm out" and moved his shit out of there and is crashing at friends place. the end of this story is that since he'll be looking for a new apartment, this weekend's trip to vegas is more than likely postponed. more than anything, i hope that spree doesn't find out who was doing the nasty to his (former) woman. this is the spree that split someone's head open with an ashtray during a bar fight in rome. he's also the powerlifting champion at the school where he's getting his phD in biochemistry.
i got a dose of good news on friday. my dad sent me the copy of an e-mail that he had a friend write to some female. the friend is the executive director of one of the institutes of the business skool that i'm applying to. and the woman is the dean of admissions and the chair of the admissions committee. is said a bunch of nice things that i wish were true about me but that matters not. but it nonetheless will make my admission to grad skool a much surer thing than if i were to just apply on my own.
the last bit of news i'd like to share with you today...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIZZY GILLESPIE!
