Atlanta Horror Fest and Zombie Walk

Let's see, what's new and exciting in my life?

I have officially gone back to school. Most of my friends have either graduated or dropped out by this point.

And, as usual, I can't sem to meet new and interesting women who haven't already dated one of my friends. Atlanta is a much smaller town than it seems.

If anyone is going to see Boris and Zoroaster, you'll see me there.

It's a beach party Vietnam
Surfin' with the VietCong
cookin' hotdogs with naapalm
Beach party Vietnam

Let me preface this by saying that if anyone who reads this should ever find his or herself in Las Vegas, he or she would be loathe to miss a bar called the Double Down and the, shall we say, adventurous cocktails they pour.

But anyway, last week I finally made it out to the west coast to visit certain awesome individuals that live on the opposite sied of the country from myself. I arrived at LAX at about 6:30 LA time, met up with the previously mentioned awesome individuals at baggage claim, and promptly hopped in the car. Destination: Las Vegas, Nevada.

And then 36 hours, two hundred dollars, inumerable overpriced beers, several bottles of champagne, four bacon martinis, and one hotel room later we were back in Los Angeles. I spent the next few days wandering around Hollywood acting like a tourist and watching The Stranger while my hosts were at work, and consuming expensive (for me at least- who charges ten dollars for a hamburger?) food and drink while they weren't. There's a bar out there that has jsut about the best jukebox I've ever encountered (though the patrons seemed a tad confused at our drunken, rabble rousing singalongs. My friends and I are notorious for such antics around here).

We drove out to Sant Monica and rode the ferris wheel on the pier. At the top you had a view of the entire city in one direction and the vast expanses of the Pacific in the other. I never realized that water could be so blue.
Later we drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to Malibu. We ate dinner that night at a little seafood joint squatting in the Malibu hills where the highway seemed to be the only barrier between us and the sunset.

On my final night in LA, we drove back up to Santa Monica to see the legendary Dick Dale play on the pier. I felt like I had stepped into a vintage beach movie: standing on the pier, watching the reflection from the ferris wheel dance across the waves while The King of Surf Guitar sent Amazing Grace shimmering out of a myriad of tweed-covered speakers.

I ended my trip in a bar near UCLA, toasting to old friends and bands-you-used-to-like-but-don't-anymore over pints of the local microbrew.

California is great, and so is this chick. It isn't everyone who can put up with my personal mess for a week without speaking a word, after all.

I got thrown out of the EARL tonight by a cop and I really, honestly, couldn't tell you why. I mean, I've been thrown out of bars before, but, whether I agreed or disagreed, there were always reasons for my expulsion.

I'll spare you the socio-political rant. Suffice it to say that the older I get, the more I hate cops.

The musical version of Number of The Beast was fuckin' awesome.

Even more awesome: secret Mastodon show at The Drunken Unicorn.

I'm so fuckin' happy.

Ah yeah.

Just once a millenium, folks.

I'll be celebrating by doing the following:

My roommate and I are staging our very own Slay Out. Afterwards we'll be running to the hills, and after that it's off to MJQ for a night of blood wrestling.

The playlist:
"Hell's Bells"- ACDC
"Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell"- Bad Religion
"Burnin' Hell"- John Lee Hooker
"Demon Serpent"- Lair of The Minotaur
"NIB"- Black Sabbath
"Kiss The Devil"- Eagles of Death Metal
"Blessed Black Wings"- High On Fire
"Athiest Anthem"- Leftover Crack
"Evil"- Howlin' Wolf
"The Devil's Chasin' Me"- The Reverend Horton Heat
"Hand Of Doom"- Black Sabbath
"The Four Horsemen"- Metallica
"Suffer"- Bad Religion
"Ebola"- Cave In
"Killed By Death"- Motorhead
"Death Trip"- The Stooges
"Tribute"- Tenacious D
"Demon Cleaner"- Kyuss
"Our Work Fills The Pews"- Hot Snakes
"Runnin' With The Devil"- Van Halen
"Highway To Hell"- ACDC

So, the 12 year old dork in me desperatly wants to go on at length about X-Men III.

But I'll save my pseudo-intellectual babble about the ethos of comic books for another time and just say this:







What the fuck?

Things I'll be doing around town in the near future:

-Going to see The Vaginas this Saturday at Lenny's

-Going to see Fiend Without a Face next Wednesday. Also at Lenny's.

-Going to see what remains of A Small Victory (aka Rouletta) on the 27th. Yep, at Lenny's again.

-Hopefully heading to Athens on the 28th to finally see High on Fire at the 40 Watt.

-Definitely going to see The Sword at The Earl on Feb. 6.

-And I was going to go see The Actual, but they just fired their tour manager, aka my firend Mike. I might still go.

My gas bill for the month was $360!

So, I haven't updated this bitch since the beginning of the semester.

Meh.

A lot has happened between September and today. Here's the important stuff.

I got myself a girlfriend.

I had the worst birthday ever.

I broke up with said girlfriend.

I ran into an old flame in a bar in Athens.

I'm now dating said old flame, with results thus far being awesome.

I moved into a house in Brookhaven.

I saw Walk The Line, which was fucking awesome.

I went to Jacksonville, watched Georgia lose to Florida, got in a brawl later that night, and generally tore up the bar scene at Jacksonville beach.

Last night I fainted at my buddy's house for no apparent reason and firmly planted the left side of my face into a chest of drawers. Ouch.

My stupid ass managed to get involved with a girl who lives in Milledgeville, so it's really good that gas is back below $2.00 a gallon.

I went to Athens for the Auburn game, watched Georgia lose, got in an argument with a cop, got threatened by said cop, and then went out and danced my ass off that night.

I watched the Tech game at a sports bar with Flux.

I have abs for the first time in my life. This has nothing to do with a formal excersize routine.

After about a year of inertia, I finally figured out what the fuck I'm going to do with my life.

And that about sums it up. I'm having a really good time being deuce deuce so far. Hopefully this trend will continue.