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Category: Social
Saturday, May 13th, 2006 @ 05:32 pm
Posted By Brent

We arrived in Santa Monica yesterday after two plane trips and two confiscated lighters.

I ever tell you how much I hate flying? Anyway, everything leading up to actually getting settled in was a nightmare as usual. Missing rental car, no parking at the hotel, a room the size of a matchbox with no air conditioning. The hotel in and of itself was quite an ordeal. There's no front desk, in fact there's no employees here save for one crazy chick who cleans rooms. The front door was locked and you had to call a number on the door for them to give you a code and let you in. Once inside we found our accomodations less then described to say the least. After complaining to the batshit crazy teenager who flits around the premesis, she got on the horn with the man behind the curtain and we got a slight upgrade. Whatever, I'm content with it now i suppose.

Cali people are not all that much different from French Quarter people, I suppose, and there doesn't seem to be as big a stigma attached to smoking as I've always thought. You have you same share of hipsters, hippies, and minorities (although of a different ethnicity). There are of course the people who walk down the street dressed like they're doing a spread for GQ, which in New Orleans would produce heckles like, "hey douche bag, do you think you're in L.A. or something?" But then you realize you pretty much are in L.A., so I'm not sure what to think about that.

In that shot from our hotel room up there you can just make out a Roller Coaster in the distance. That is apparently the peir/amusement park from The Lost Boys (which I think is technically in Venice, but I'm not sure). I'll go down there later tonight to see if I can get into a bitchin' dirtbike race on the beach with some twenty-something vampires.

The weather here is pretty kick ass. The sun is out full force and it's only like 70-75 degrees. If the sun were out like this during this time of the year in New Orleans, it would be 110. No wonder people in southern California are so health conscious; because they can be. You could go running around for two hours and not die from the demon sun trying to cook your organs.

One more thing, apparently getting stung on the fucking face by a bee is quite common in Santa Monica, because I was only here for 2 hours and I got stung on the fucking face by a bee.

Well, that's it for now, I guess I'll pop on from time to time to update everyone on how totally awesome we're doing.


Category: Social
Thursday, April 20th, 2006 @ 09:40 pm
Posted By xerxes7
There is a word that's come into the lexicon of the web in the last year or two that I just can't stand.


Now that that's out of the way...

So, Penny Arcade puts up an mp3 once a week that is just the two of them talking about stuff and trying to come up with one of their comics. I am normally averse to this kind of thing, but I gave it a shot.

Remember when we used to just hang out in the kitchen of the Beehive with our cigasmokes and whiskey drinks and talk about nerdy shit and make each other laugh? I don't really get that these days. But the PA stuff kind of lets me listen to other people have similar conversations. It's not the same. It's not as good. They pronounce lots of words in a very weird manner. But it's sort of a balm for an itch I've got in a phantom limb of my brain.

We've gotta hang out again. Soon.


Category: Social
Sunday, July 3rd, 2005 @ 02:05 pm
Posted By xerxes7

Last night, Miss Loopie's fellow employees decided that there needed to be a work excursion type thing, so I got to go to the Hookah Cafe.

It's a pretty cool place. Nice "garden of a thousand delights" type decor. Pillows and low tables and vaguely middle-eastern flavored ambient stuff playing, kind of Indian fusion cuisine, la-di-da.

Anyway, we were the first people in the party to get there, so we're kind of looking around, taking the place in when the hostess comes up to us and gives us menus and then floors me.

She takes great pains to explain that they only have import beers at the bar. That means no domestics. Then she starts murmuring while looking at the menu and then explains to us which beer is going to be closest to a Budweiser.

HOLY SHIT. I mean, by no means do I consider myself the embodiment of hipness and glamour and all that, but damn. It's not like I had on khaki shorts and a polo shirt and fucking beads around my neck. I guess I'm starting to look my age or something. No. I've got it. It was that sign on my back that said: Kick me- I live in the suburbs.

Besides that unsettling instance, I had a good time and certainly wouldn't stay away from the place. It's a little pricey for just a night of drinking, but for an occasion, I'd say it's worth it.


Category: Social
Thursday, March 10th, 2005 @ 02:52 pm
Posted By Brent


It's going to be at my brother's friend John's house. To get directions, go to http://www.glitch13.com/#######.php where the seven #'s are my phone number without area code or hyphen.


Come one, come all to the Bacchanalian extravaganza that will be known as "Brent's Bachelor Party".

I already am going to be uncomfortable as it is, what with me being the center of attention and all, I'm going to need friends to be there or it's just going to be me and my brother's drunken derelict friends. And strippers.

Don't get all meek on me now, I've been astonished by the lack of experience amongst my friends as far as these events go, and I've already had a few friends drop out because they're scared to live a little. Calm down, the strippers aren't going to grab your bird or call you out. 99% percent of the focus is usually on embarrassing the groom. These things are fairly common, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Anywho, it's this Friday (the 11th) and the more the merrier. Get in touch with me, don't puss out, I'm only getting married once.


Category: Social
Tuesday, December 21st, 2004 @ 05:57 pm
Posted By Brent
Well, that time of year has come again, you know, the one where I don't buy anyone anything until the last minute.

I have for that past few Christmases called off the whole exchanging of presents thing with friends. It just got to be way too much bullshit, and it wasn't really the money. I'm just really bad with picking things out for people and usually end up getting them shit they never wanted and will probably never use.

Two years ago, the last Christmas I bought presents for all of my friends, I think I had finally gotten a handle on the situation. Scott got a t-shirt that we had both agreed was witty months beforehand, John got a Sigmond Freud action figure which I know he appreciated, Jason got the Hitchhikers Guide, and Pete got a putting green to practice his then budding interest in golf. I was thoroughly proud of myself and decided to end my gift exchanging days on a high note.

Of course I still have family and our annual gift exchange to contend with. You can't really tell your family that you're going to be the big douche bag that's coming to the traditional present exchange without jack shit. No, That would be uncouth. Instead I choose the more honorable option on not buying nary an item till the day before when I'm standing in a line out the door at some poorly stocked department store with arms full of crap.

I think it'll be another gift card Christmas this year, you deserve a better relative.


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