[22 Sep 2006 | Friday]
 |  Oh man, I don't even know where to begin. Yesterday was simply fucking insane! It was the sort of thing that makes memories, the kind of day that you look back on when you're sitting in some lazy boy whiling away the hours, wondering where your life went and why you don't do anything anymore. It was the kind of day that makes you say, "Yeah we did all that shit! We're in our 20s for chrissakes! What the fuck do you expect?" The only sad thing is that we aren't doing this much shit everyday of the week. For starters, I was just planning on going to Zuma, chilling, and possibly heading to a gig my co-worker was throwing in Hollywood. That didn't seem to work out. I call Donovan sometime after 10 and ask him what he's in the mood for. He din't quite feel like the beach, which was probably for the best since it hadn't been warm in sometime and would have probably frozen our balls off has we attempted it. He thought hiking might be a better plan and Angeles Crest sounded like just the right destination. So I slapped on my hikin' boots, threw some water and granola into my backpack and away we were. The drive was brisk and filled with Judas Priest. We got about 20 minutes into our journey before a roadblock forced us back, brushfires. What a pisser, right? Donovan looked sort of depressed. I guess I might have too, what was left for us to do? I didn't really haver all my shit for a journey to the beach and really as we weighed our options, things looked pretty bleak. We were essentially juggling taking a dip in his pool vs hitting up the movies, which to be frank isn't something I've been doing a lot lately. Maybe it's just that there hasn't been much that's really tickled me, cause I just don't have that desire anymore, ya know? Whatevers clever though, Donovan gets this idea that we should just visit this park in Glassel Park. it was the spot where he grew up, and he was just getting more than a little bit nostalgic lately. Turns out that was just the sort of kick in the ass that our day needed. We saw his park. It was nice, kind of empty, and sadly featured advertising for Nike and FSN on their soccer field and basketball courts. I guess fixing the place up wasn't cheap and the city had the subsidize the cost one way or another. -But is it just me or is that not the saddest thing in the fucking world? It's not like our kids aren't bombarded by ads enough, now we gotta force them down their throats even when they don't have a tv near them? That being what it is, Donovan and I walk all around the park. We go here. We got there. He talks about picnics with Nanette and the places his brother used to go to smoke out. It was cool, and we just kept on walking... right out the gate and up the street into the hills. I think the general idea running through my mind was that I hadn't worked out earlier and that I needed to do something before the day was through. That was the idea. God knows how long later, we're at the top of the hill... and I'm not just talking about some ordinary hill. If you know Glassel Park (sp?), then you know how high those hills can get... so we're at the top of all of those fucking hills. I'm pouring sweat and cursing my legs, but to be honest it was so awesome. The view was great. We saw a bunch of really cool looking homes, including Matt Groening's old place and one that looked cool enough to rent (3200 for 3 bedrooms/2 bath, which might be about what you'd expect but was just a smidge out of my price range). The tip down was a bit more delicate because I got his toe bothering me and having it knock into the tip of my boot with every step just wasn't helping matters. Oh and I got to see where Donovan and his brothers grew up and went to elementary as a bonus. How cool is that? So we finish up, and gess who calls? .....no..... no, I haven't talked to him in months.... this shouldn't be that hard, no.... goddamnit, stop guessing! It was Jorge! He had an extra ticket to the Dodgers game and guess who he was going to invite? .... NO!, stop fucking guessing, you suck at this! Me, goddamnit! Fuck. It was to be the first Dodgers game I'd been to in damn near 10 years. wow. I got Jorge to see if he could wrassle up another ticket since I didn't want to leave Donovan high and dry and my boy came through! What a guy! So there we are, hot, covered in sweat, and in need of a way to kill a coupla hours. So we head on over to his house and hit the pool. Damn, that was exactly what I needed! it as so damn cool and refreshing, just cold enough to shock the body, but not ball shrinkingly frigid. Perfect. Cocluded that quickly and got in the car once more as Olvera Street was calling our names. Again, it'd been almost a year since I'd last been there. What can I say? It was Olvera St. We talked about what it meant to be Mexican, checked out all of the cool second hand toys, and daydreamed about heading down to TJ and taking pictures wearing every bit of sterotypically Mexican gear we could get our hands on, holding a coupla bottle of tequila, Zonkee in the background, and a coupla old whores at our sides. Yeah, it was Olvera St. Chilled out there with a two bohemias and a plate of sopes. What more can I say. The day was beautiful. The sun was shining. The birds were coughing on all of the smoke in the sky was the brushfires. Life was just fucking great. Olvera St led us into Little Tokyo where the geeking out would commence. Shops filled with a thousand little forms of anime, Godzilla, and videogame haberdashery. You know it got bad. The time drew near and again we were off the see the Wizard. Dodger Stadium ho! In summary: 10 bucks for parking, great seats, relaxing with close friends, beer and Dodger dogs, In-game Advertising??, and the Dodgers winning 5-2!! Fuck yeah! Funny thing is, of all the games I've been to, which there aren't many of by my own admission, this was the first time I'd ever seen them win. How cool is that? Wait, there's more! So we head on back to Donovan's house, change, and then are on our way to fucking Hollywood and Club Ivar where we drink and dance the night away with a bunch of co-workers! Everyone was looking three kinds of sexy and I can't say I didn't try to help myself to a taste here and there. hahaha What a fucking night.... ...and then to top it all off, I deamt that I was having sex with a midget. Of course the dream was far more involved than that. It had something to do with me seeing a family and either staying with them while I hade to do somehting work related in their area or helping them in some fashion.Either way, I ended up having sex with this one family's midget mom. What a fucking end to my day, huh? |
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