so I just ended up hanging out in North Hollywood all weekend again, except for Sunday, when I came back home and started drinking for the Oscar party. 
The oscars this year were a joke. Well, they're always a joke, but this year seemed especially joke-like. The Aviator won shitpiles, while more deserving films were left in the cold wondering at what point in their relatively short lives they had gone wrong. Carousing at the local tavern until the barkeep tells them they've had enough and sends them back out into the mean streets, broke, alone, and barely alive...
or something.
The party itself was pretty strange, I ended up hanging out with this guy Ron all night. Usually I can't stand his company, because he's always trying to pitch himself to me as an actor/storyboard artist. However, this time we spent the majority of the party sitting on the porch jamming on my acoustic Fender and Gibson Les Paul. I taught him "Wild Horses", he showed me some Jimmi Hendrix, then I tried to teach him "Back in Black," but it seems to me the boy will never move past the Eric Clapton "solo till my ass bleeds" style playing to the Angus Young "rock you till YOUR ass bleeds" that I am so very fond of.
A good guy when I've been drinking.
Now I'm sick from too much beer all weekend, and I woke up 2 hours late for work.
Oh well.
the benefit of working for family is that you can never be fired.
The oscars this year were a joke. Well, they're always a joke, but this year seemed especially joke-like. The Aviator won shitpiles, while more deserving films were left in the cold wondering at what point in their relatively short lives they had gone wrong. Carousing at the local tavern until the barkeep tells them they've had enough and sends them back out into the mean streets, broke, alone, and barely alive...
or something.
The party itself was pretty strange, I ended up hanging out with this guy Ron all night. Usually I can't stand his company, because he's always trying to pitch himself to me as an actor/storyboard artist. However, this time we spent the majority of the party sitting on the porch jamming on my acoustic Fender and Gibson Les Paul. I taught him "Wild Horses", he showed me some Jimmi Hendrix, then I tried to teach him "Back in Black," but it seems to me the boy will never move past the Eric Clapton "solo till my ass bleeds" style playing to the Angus Young "rock you till YOUR ass bleeds" that I am so very fond of.
A good guy when I've been drinking.
Now I'm sick from too much beer all weekend, and I woke up 2 hours late for work.
Oh well.
the benefit of working for family is that you can never be fired.
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Actually, we make our own soap from our own fat every weekend.
I don't have any Elvis costumes.. I think I'll just.. Oh, I don't know yet.