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Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Absinthe and little kids

Absinthe and little kids

I've decided the only way to enjoy amusement parks to the fullest is to drink a LOT of absinthe early on.

LegoLand SUCKED. That is, it did until I drank a couple glasses and loosened up a bit.
It's been a lifelong dream for my friend Chris to go, so since he was in town for the weekend we went.

Half the rides\attractions were shut down, there were less than a thousand people in the whole park, and what was open was geared towards the sub-7 age group. No wonder that place is bleeding money like a clumsy hemophiliac.

The night before the park was entertaining though. Nothing like having your ride to the bar hand you her keys because she has to leave with a "client", while not knowing where the hell she lives or even her last name. I didn't think she was serious when she said she was an escort. I ended up leaving her car at my hotel after spending the evening with three crazy friends of hers and Chris. Spent most of the time after the bar relaxing in their hottub. Did I mention that two were daughters of the third? And that one was naked in the middle of their apartment complex? And that she invited more complete strangers upstairs? Chris and I left their place not exactly sure if everything we had just witnessed really happened. I felt dirty and I didn't even do anything.

Drove back to LA on Halloween. That took four hours thanks to EVERY GODDAMN PERSON NOT KNOWING HOW TO DRIVE IN THE RAIN! I mean SERIOUSLY, what the fuck is wrong with you people? It's not because I'm from Seattle that I know how to drive when the roads are wet. It can't be. I know people from Arizona and they can do it. It's not that hard. Fucking morons. Don't get me started on californians attempting to drive in the snow. I'd most likely start stomping around my house twirling my fist in the air.

My friend Reiko's band Dig Jelly played Universal Citywalk's Hard Rock Cafe' Halloween night. That was cool. I haven't seen her for awhile. The blue hair suits her, at least a lot better than the blonde she had going for awhile. Her sister, whom I used to date, didn't make it out. I'm not sure if I was relieved about that or not. She's cute and all, but she's crazy. Ha! I kid. Maybe.

The rest of the weekend was spent trying to relieve some neck pain I picked up somewhere on the trip. Could be the jumping around on stage during karaoke (my first and last time) or spending so much time in the car. Who knows. I just know it hurt like a bitch and it finally went away after my ex gave me a rubdown with some liquid heat stuff. Bless her heart for not trying to snap my neck when she had the opportunity.

Today I lounged about the house and finished the bottle of absinthe. Oh, and I recorded something for my buddy's installment at some fetish museum here in LA. When you walk in and hear "I love you" in one hundred different voices, one of them is me.

Except that I really mean it.