LA. The final frontier. This is the story of the voyage of MarginWalker2002. And shit.
Friday 7pm. Armed with Rockstar and beef jerky, I drive to LA.
Friday 9pm. Arrive at hotel (La Brea and Sunset, how Hollywood can it be, really?) Check in and notice guy in car with girl in parking lot outside my room. Take a shower, watch some TV while waiting for one Nefaria to get off work and call.
friday 11:30pm Got that call and met Nefaria outside the hotel. Ummm, that dude and his girl? Still in the car. 2 1/2 hours later... Weird.
Walked with Nefaria and her friend Nicole to a rave where we proceeded to dance, sweat and drink rather expensive beer and water. Oh, and wtched some weird guy dance like a crab. And some freak show "Im a friend of Jesus" guy dance with lights. And his weird ass "Do you ever feel like you're, you know. pure energy?" girl friend. And listened to some dude talk serious about dancing. "See, You're all legs. I'm all body. Its about isolation, man, isolation".
Saturday 6am. Leave rave. Doughnuts. They are the shit. THEE shit. Nuff said.
Sleep is wonderful. Unless you're exhausted and still wake up 4 hours later.
Saturday 11am. Wake and shower. Watch a bit of Matrix revolutions while dressing. And a little Women's Softball USA v Canada.
Saturday 12pm. Begin the drive to Torrence to meet one NoFi.
Saturday 2pm. NoFi arrives at the Zebra Room where I am waiting. Drinking Miller Lite and smoking Inside a bar!!!!
Saturday 4pm. Mongolian Bar-B-Q. Fucking good. Real. Fucking. Good.
Saturday 5pm. Back in the bar. More Miller Lite for me, Gin and Tonic for the man.
The following phrases were used: "Fuck the wheel chair! I'm not little!", "I'm druuuuuuunk!", "Where is that bitch!?!?!", "Redbull and vodka makes me awake! And drunk!"
It was good. We sang. It was better. Better than you. Face it. You should hang out with us. Seriously.
Sunday. Drive back to SD. Get hair cut.
Watch this:
Bought this:
Friday 7pm. Armed with Rockstar and beef jerky, I drive to LA.
Friday 9pm. Arrive at hotel (La Brea and Sunset, how Hollywood can it be, really?) Check in and notice guy in car with girl in parking lot outside my room. Take a shower, watch some TV while waiting for one Nefaria to get off work and call.
friday 11:30pm Got that call and met Nefaria outside the hotel. Ummm, that dude and his girl? Still in the car. 2 1/2 hours later... Weird.
Walked with Nefaria and her friend Nicole to a rave where we proceeded to dance, sweat and drink rather expensive beer and water. Oh, and wtched some weird guy dance like a crab. And some freak show "Im a friend of Jesus" guy dance with lights. And his weird ass "Do you ever feel like you're, you know. pure energy?" girl friend. And listened to some dude talk serious about dancing. "See, You're all legs. I'm all body. Its about isolation, man, isolation".
Saturday 6am. Leave rave. Doughnuts. They are the shit. THEE shit. Nuff said.
Sleep is wonderful. Unless you're exhausted and still wake up 4 hours later.
Saturday 11am. Wake and shower. Watch a bit of Matrix revolutions while dressing. And a little Women's Softball USA v Canada.
Saturday 12pm. Begin the drive to Torrence to meet one NoFi.
Saturday 2pm. NoFi arrives at the Zebra Room where I am waiting. Drinking Miller Lite and smoking Inside a bar!!!!
Saturday 4pm. Mongolian Bar-B-Q. Fucking good. Real. Fucking. Good.
Saturday 5pm. Back in the bar. More Miller Lite for me, Gin and Tonic for the man.
The following phrases were used: "Fuck the wheel chair! I'm not little!", "I'm druuuuuuunk!", "Where is that bitch!?!?!", "Redbull and vodka makes me awake! And drunk!"
It was good. We sang. It was better. Better than you. Face it. You should hang out with us. Seriously.
Sunday. Drive back to SD. Get hair cut.
Watch this:
Bought this:
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redrobin13:
Thanks for the hugs 
And your adventure sounds fabulous....good times
And your adventure sounds fabulous....good times
tinyhobo:
get out of my head