Long weekend. Long update.
I caught this after running some errands Friday evening
Later that night, I went to El Cid for Gabriel's annual birthday Shriner & Showgirl party. Chapagne Velvet played and it was a good time. I walked there with Nick, who sported me a couple margaritas.
Michael, Mimi, & Gusto
Jimbo & Nick
Cute lushes take my photo, so I took theirs
The birthday guy
Me, Jeff, & Misti
The Pope
I ended up bumming a ride off of Felicia.
Saturday, Glen & I went to a relocation party for the Bicycle Kitchen, which is a community bike shop that's run by the same people that organize the Midnite Ridazz. They moved from the Eco Village in Korea town to Heliotrope & Melrose near LACC. It's a shop where anyone can bring their bike in and have it worked on and they won't charge you labor. They will, however, require that you assist in the work since the goal is that it's a teaching shop. They sell new & used parts and bikes at a discount. I might think about getting a new road bike through them.
The party was really fun. They were raffling off two bikes. Glen & I brought Modelos, but they had wine & a keg there. We took advantage of the chips & cheese. My friend, Colin, from the LA Bike Coalition was there.
We watched LAPD drive by really slowly, looking confused, while everyone hid their beers or went inside. I snuck into the coffee shop next door to use the facilities and listened to a small musical group where there was a guy playing a guitar while using his feet to play 5-6 pedals that would beat on various drums and cymbals.
When we grew tired of the party, we headed over to Frank & Hank's for the hell of it. Glen gave me $11 to buy two beers and was surprised to get $4 back. I love that place.
Then, we headed back to my place to play darts until about 2am.
Sunday, I went on a cleaning spree. It hit the spot. Sometimes you just get the urge to give your place a good sprucing. My bungalow is a bit cozy, so it's important to keep it clean. The smaller the pad, the faster it gets cluttered.
My sis, Erin, was coming into San Diego for a week long law enforcement seminar. She's a detective in the Portland area, specializing in child endangerment. She's like a real life Law & Order SVU character. After a quick conversation on the phone, it was determined that the only way I was going to get to spend more than a few hours with her was to head down to S.D. immediately.
I ended up getting there around 9:30. San Diego freaks me out because it's spread out across all these bluffs. It's not like a normal city where you can easily explore and find the cool shit. I've been to the gaslight district a few times, but it doesn't really satisfy me. Anyway, after 15 years in LA and several visits to SD, the town is still a mystery to me and I never know what to do other than the touristy stuff.
I find the hotel on Hotel Circle, which is where I always seem to end up in town. I meet up with Erin and we go to the hotel bar for a beer and then head back to the room. We end up talking and listening to music on the balcony until about 1am. I played the songs on her birtday CD and showed her the photos I'm having framed for her, which she loved. We had a really nice time doing our sibling bonding until security knocked on our door to tell us the balconies were closed after midnite. Naughty!
The next morning, we drove back to Anaheim to check out Disneyland & the California Adventure. Erin ends up paying for everything on her expense account. There's hardly anybody there and we end up going on every single ride with little or no waiting in line. The best rides are the Tower of Terror and the Screamin' coaster. I also like all the 3D movies w/ the animatronics and stuff.
A couple of the attractions were a little overwhelming for me because I used to work at Disney's Theme Park Productions. I worked on a lot of those attractions and never got to see any of them since I got laid off with 5,000 other people in 2000. I've had a rocky time since then, going from job to job. So, it was kind of like seeing the other half.
Now, don't get me wrong. I had a blast and it's always cool to see those sort of attractions since I know how they do it and what's involved. I just wasn't expecting the emotional experience of seeing what a good gig I had.
No matter what kind of job you have, don't take it for granted. It's better than no job. There's also no such thing as a perfect job, you know, the one that's going to solve all your problems. Take it for what it is, get everything out of it that you can. Don't make your job your life, make your job come to life.
Anyway, I have to accept that part of my life is over and it's part of my experience. I don't know what the future holds, but I hope that I can find meaningful work and that the hardships I'm facing now will soon be over. I don't want to work for the mouse again, but I do want to cut myself off a slice.
We ended up doing just about everything. After finally getting to sit down, we had dinner at Tortilla Joe's, which is OK. I was surprised to see it's part of the Patina group. The margarita hit the spot. My legs haven't been that tired in a long, long time.
I drive us back to San Diego and we end up getting in around 12. Erin had to get up @ 7 for a lecture the next day, so I slept in until about 9 before driving back to LA. The ROCK VAN was a realy trooper on it's maiden voyage. It didn't burn or lose any oil. It does kinda suck down the gas, but what can you expect. The iPod kicked ass. I'm never going on a trip without it again.
I'm going to the gym to get my ass kicked in a spyn class and them I'm going to apply for a job in a local coffee shop where they offer health care!
"My baby's so fine, even her car looks good from behind."
I caught this after running some errands Friday evening
Later that night, I went to El Cid for Gabriel's annual birthday Shriner & Showgirl party. Chapagne Velvet played and it was a good time. I walked there with Nick, who sported me a couple margaritas.
Michael, Mimi, & Gusto
Jimbo & Nick
Cute lushes take my photo, so I took theirs
The birthday guy
Me, Jeff, & Misti
The Pope
I ended up bumming a ride off of Felicia.
Saturday, Glen & I went to a relocation party for the Bicycle Kitchen, which is a community bike shop that's run by the same people that organize the Midnite Ridazz. They moved from the Eco Village in Korea town to Heliotrope & Melrose near LACC. It's a shop where anyone can bring their bike in and have it worked on and they won't charge you labor. They will, however, require that you assist in the work since the goal is that it's a teaching shop. They sell new & used parts and bikes at a discount. I might think about getting a new road bike through them.
The party was really fun. They were raffling off two bikes. Glen & I brought Modelos, but they had wine & a keg there. We took advantage of the chips & cheese. My friend, Colin, from the LA Bike Coalition was there.
We watched LAPD drive by really slowly, looking confused, while everyone hid their beers or went inside. I snuck into the coffee shop next door to use the facilities and listened to a small musical group where there was a guy playing a guitar while using his feet to play 5-6 pedals that would beat on various drums and cymbals.
When we grew tired of the party, we headed over to Frank & Hank's for the hell of it. Glen gave me $11 to buy two beers and was surprised to get $4 back. I love that place.
Then, we headed back to my place to play darts until about 2am.
Sunday, I went on a cleaning spree. It hit the spot. Sometimes you just get the urge to give your place a good sprucing. My bungalow is a bit cozy, so it's important to keep it clean. The smaller the pad, the faster it gets cluttered.
My sis, Erin, was coming into San Diego for a week long law enforcement seminar. She's a detective in the Portland area, specializing in child endangerment. She's like a real life Law & Order SVU character. After a quick conversation on the phone, it was determined that the only way I was going to get to spend more than a few hours with her was to head down to S.D. immediately.
I ended up getting there around 9:30. San Diego freaks me out because it's spread out across all these bluffs. It's not like a normal city where you can easily explore and find the cool shit. I've been to the gaslight district a few times, but it doesn't really satisfy me. Anyway, after 15 years in LA and several visits to SD, the town is still a mystery to me and I never know what to do other than the touristy stuff.
I find the hotel on Hotel Circle, which is where I always seem to end up in town. I meet up with Erin and we go to the hotel bar for a beer and then head back to the room. We end up talking and listening to music on the balcony until about 1am. I played the songs on her birtday CD and showed her the photos I'm having framed for her, which she loved. We had a really nice time doing our sibling bonding until security knocked on our door to tell us the balconies were closed after midnite. Naughty!
The next morning, we drove back to Anaheim to check out Disneyland & the California Adventure. Erin ends up paying for everything on her expense account. There's hardly anybody there and we end up going on every single ride with little or no waiting in line. The best rides are the Tower of Terror and the Screamin' coaster. I also like all the 3D movies w/ the animatronics and stuff.
A couple of the attractions were a little overwhelming for me because I used to work at Disney's Theme Park Productions. I worked on a lot of those attractions and never got to see any of them since I got laid off with 5,000 other people in 2000. I've had a rocky time since then, going from job to job. So, it was kind of like seeing the other half.
Now, don't get me wrong. I had a blast and it's always cool to see those sort of attractions since I know how they do it and what's involved. I just wasn't expecting the emotional experience of seeing what a good gig I had.
No matter what kind of job you have, don't take it for granted. It's better than no job. There's also no such thing as a perfect job, you know, the one that's going to solve all your problems. Take it for what it is, get everything out of it that you can. Don't make your job your life, make your job come to life.
Anyway, I have to accept that part of my life is over and it's part of my experience. I don't know what the future holds, but I hope that I can find meaningful work and that the hardships I'm facing now will soon be over. I don't want to work for the mouse again, but I do want to cut myself off a slice.
We ended up doing just about everything. After finally getting to sit down, we had dinner at Tortilla Joe's, which is OK. I was surprised to see it's part of the Patina group. The margarita hit the spot. My legs haven't been that tired in a long, long time.
I drive us back to San Diego and we end up getting in around 12. Erin had to get up @ 7 for a lecture the next day, so I slept in until about 9 before driving back to LA. The ROCK VAN was a realy trooper on it's maiden voyage. It didn't burn or lose any oil. It does kinda suck down the gas, but what can you expect. The iPod kicked ass. I'm never going on a trip without it again.
I'm going to the gym to get my ass kicked in a spyn class and them I'm going to apply for a job in a local coffee shop where they offer health care!
"My baby's so fine, even her car looks good from behind."
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maybe i do lack compassion. or maybe i am so compassionate that i tell things how i see it because there is nothing worse than letting your friend go the wrong path only because you are afraid to hurt feelings? or would you let a friend or loved one build a house on top of an unsolid foundation? of course not. you would want your buddy to build his home on top of stable/solid ground!!
thanks for the reminder