I imagine that when I drink coffee in the morning, my brain must feel like a plant when it gets watered.
Friday, I stayed home because I had to work Saturday morning. Someone moved into another department at work, so I get to pick up their shift every other Saturday. It's not that big a deal and the overtime is nice. The problem is the turnaround. It's hard to get up to be there at 9 when I get home at 11 the night before.
After work, I dashed off to band practice. After that, I had to go to another rehearsal for this rock opera I'm in today. After the second rehearsal, I had to drive across town, pick up the girl, unload my shit, grab then tickets, and then we walked down to the bus. We transferred to the train and went to the Staples center to watch the Kings.
We got there just at the end of the third period. I snuck a platypus bottle of rum in and we spiked a soda to share. The Kings beat the Avalance 4-3. It was a good time. There was one brief fight when someone got too close to the goalie. I really dug taking the train down there. It was fun seeing all the other people who took the train. I love this city. Who says no one takes public transporation in LA?
After the game, we headed north, got off at California plaza, and walked by the music center. Amy said her friend works at the Patina, which is the very fancy restaurant in the bottom of the new Disney symphony hall. So we went in to visit Ping. It was a typical case where we walked into an upscale setting, surrounded by the upper class, and we were treated poorly. Ping was cool, it wasn't her fault the beers were $10....Amy asked a woman if anyone was sitting in the bar stool. The woman replied curtlyk, "It's not my seat to give away since someone else is sitting there, but I don't mind". I translate that as "I don't care if you sit there, but if someone else does, it's not my fault". How rude. Amy was asking to avoid upsetting anyone.
Anyway, the guy comes back and he looks like an ship captain from india or something. Ping tries to introduce him to Amy. He doesn't acknowledge what she's saying. Ping says, "I'm trying to introduce you to my friend", very politely. He says, "I don't care I want to talk to you...". I couldn't help noticing that the woman is really weird. She has a ton of makeup on in a bad way, like a mask with blackened eyes. She keeps twitching, and jerking about to look at just about everything going on. She has what appears to be a tick where she blinks, but with her whole face. It looks like she's got some sort of neurological problem or she's just "faced".
The guy then asks Ping what she's going to make for Thanksgiving? Peking Duck? Wow. Ping's Chinese and that was not cool. Then he starts playing phoenetic games with her name. "Ping pong zhing yong ding wong." Asshole. Amy was about to go off on the guy. I asked her not to, to maintain composure, because a prick like that would really feel satisfied knowing he'd upset us. I wanted to tell him off, too, but I think it was the right decision. Sometimes the best thing to do is to deny people the attention they want and leave them to their miserable little selves.
We ended up finishing our beers and saying goodbye to Ping. Amy was really pissed, but I reassured her that it was better to stay cool and keep our dignity. It was the lower members of society who had class in this incident.
We jump back on the train and get down to Union Station, where Amy used to work. Unfortunately, the bar is already closed. We went out to the patio where the crew was hanging out after their shift. After a brief chat, we embarked for Suehiro in J-town for some late night morsels. I had some fond memories of all the times we would go there after a show at Al's bar.
We started walking back to Union Station so we could catch a cab back to Silverlake. Just then, Ping called and she said she'd pick us up. She was sweet enough to drive us back to my place in Silverlake and said she was going to use it as an opportunity to go to Thai Town and get some food.
Amy & I hung out until about 2:30 watching old AC/DC videos, which are fucking hilarious. Australian Soul Train type TV shoots. Everyone in the band is really young. Bon Scott is in drag in the very first video. They just rock. There's a bunch of newer stuff, but I only like the 1st disc when they were young. I drove Amy home and, amazingly enough, was able to find parking when I got back.
I set my alarm to get up at 8 to go to Jeff & Mona's to be in the Doo Dah parade. Of course, I slept through the damn thing. I was bummed missing it. I've never seen the Doo Dah. I called Jeff to let him know I didn't just blow it off and he reassured me they were going to do it again for the Highland Park Christmas Parade, which we are going to be playing in their living room afterwards. That will definitely be a good time. Their house burnt down last year and that is going to be the "housewarming" party since the restoration work is nearly complete.
It's probably better that I didn't go to the parade today. Now I can chill out, putter around the house, and then head over to the rock opera @ 5.
I'm looking forward to this three day work week. I have to figure out what to make to bring to the Thanksgiviing potluck I'm going to. I want to go to Disneyland next sunday!
It's good to be busy. I feel satisfied that I'm doing a lot of creative things. I get tired of people going out and expecting to be entertained without having to do anything.
Friday, I stayed home because I had to work Saturday morning. Someone moved into another department at work, so I get to pick up their shift every other Saturday. It's not that big a deal and the overtime is nice. The problem is the turnaround. It's hard to get up to be there at 9 when I get home at 11 the night before.
After work, I dashed off to band practice. After that, I had to go to another rehearsal for this rock opera I'm in today. After the second rehearsal, I had to drive across town, pick up the girl, unload my shit, grab then tickets, and then we walked down to the bus. We transferred to the train and went to the Staples center to watch the Kings.
We got there just at the end of the third period. I snuck a platypus bottle of rum in and we spiked a soda to share. The Kings beat the Avalance 4-3. It was a good time. There was one brief fight when someone got too close to the goalie. I really dug taking the train down there. It was fun seeing all the other people who took the train. I love this city. Who says no one takes public transporation in LA?
After the game, we headed north, got off at California plaza, and walked by the music center. Amy said her friend works at the Patina, which is the very fancy restaurant in the bottom of the new Disney symphony hall. So we went in to visit Ping. It was a typical case where we walked into an upscale setting, surrounded by the upper class, and we were treated poorly. Ping was cool, it wasn't her fault the beers were $10....Amy asked a woman if anyone was sitting in the bar stool. The woman replied curtlyk, "It's not my seat to give away since someone else is sitting there, but I don't mind". I translate that as "I don't care if you sit there, but if someone else does, it's not my fault". How rude. Amy was asking to avoid upsetting anyone.
Anyway, the guy comes back and he looks like an ship captain from india or something. Ping tries to introduce him to Amy. He doesn't acknowledge what she's saying. Ping says, "I'm trying to introduce you to my friend", very politely. He says, "I don't care I want to talk to you...". I couldn't help noticing that the woman is really weird. She has a ton of makeup on in a bad way, like a mask with blackened eyes. She keeps twitching, and jerking about to look at just about everything going on. She has what appears to be a tick where she blinks, but with her whole face. It looks like she's got some sort of neurological problem or she's just "faced".
The guy then asks Ping what she's going to make for Thanksgiving? Peking Duck? Wow. Ping's Chinese and that was not cool. Then he starts playing phoenetic games with her name. "Ping pong zhing yong ding wong." Asshole. Amy was about to go off on the guy. I asked her not to, to maintain composure, because a prick like that would really feel satisfied knowing he'd upset us. I wanted to tell him off, too, but I think it was the right decision. Sometimes the best thing to do is to deny people the attention they want and leave them to their miserable little selves.
We ended up finishing our beers and saying goodbye to Ping. Amy was really pissed, but I reassured her that it was better to stay cool and keep our dignity. It was the lower members of society who had class in this incident.
We jump back on the train and get down to Union Station, where Amy used to work. Unfortunately, the bar is already closed. We went out to the patio where the crew was hanging out after their shift. After a brief chat, we embarked for Suehiro in J-town for some late night morsels. I had some fond memories of all the times we would go there after a show at Al's bar.
We started walking back to Union Station so we could catch a cab back to Silverlake. Just then, Ping called and she said she'd pick us up. She was sweet enough to drive us back to my place in Silverlake and said she was going to use it as an opportunity to go to Thai Town and get some food.
Amy & I hung out until about 2:30 watching old AC/DC videos, which are fucking hilarious. Australian Soul Train type TV shoots. Everyone in the band is really young. Bon Scott is in drag in the very first video. They just rock. There's a bunch of newer stuff, but I only like the 1st disc when they were young. I drove Amy home and, amazingly enough, was able to find parking when I got back.
I set my alarm to get up at 8 to go to Jeff & Mona's to be in the Doo Dah parade. Of course, I slept through the damn thing. I was bummed missing it. I've never seen the Doo Dah. I called Jeff to let him know I didn't just blow it off and he reassured me they were going to do it again for the Highland Park Christmas Parade, which we are going to be playing in their living room afterwards. That will definitely be a good time. Their house burnt down last year and that is going to be the "housewarming" party since the restoration work is nearly complete.
It's probably better that I didn't go to the parade today. Now I can chill out, putter around the house, and then head over to the rock opera @ 5.
I'm looking forward to this three day work week. I have to figure out what to make to bring to the Thanksgiviing potluck I'm going to. I want to go to Disneyland next sunday!
It's good to be busy. I feel satisfied that I'm doing a lot of creative things. I get tired of people going out and expecting to be entertained without having to do anything.
"Tu eres una chica caliente. Yo quiero bailar con tuyo en una barra sucia todo el noche entonces despertamos juntos en uno a los brazos!"
"vos (tu is very formal, but in spain for example they dont use vos, just to) sos (the same to eres) una chica caliente (cachonda is better, is more like horny). Yo quiero bailar contigo toda la noche, en una barra sucia y que despertemos juntos abrazados"
you can correct my english too!! i would love it.