*guestpost* the webby weekend

while i've recently taken a break from blogging due to tastier pursuits, given niki's recent lapse in follow-up due to her health condition (it's official. fall has arrived in la.) i've decided to pick up the slack and dust off the ol' keyboard...

as greenday so eloquently put it, the end of september brought an onslaught of changes, stemming from a break-up, blossoming into a weekend of debauchery, and bringing into fruition the realization that being single in LA can be just as damn fun as our east coast counterparts (plus, the weather is way better here for the most part, so put that in your pipe and smoke it).

friday night brought five friends and a welcome guest together for a fun dinner at the newly minted sweet love hangover. nestled in a nook just opposite hollywood's playhouse (providing ample fodder for whitetrash commentary), the theme of the joint was more board games + bourbon than martinis + maitre d's. we started with a saucy round of mad libs and eventually graduated to a titillating game of jenga. food was par for the course, but coupled with our multiple rounds of drinks, we were warmed up in no time to head over to empire, just around the corner.

it took a while for the spot to work out some sound kinks, but later in the night we met our requisite Fun Bobby and Rando Camera Boy (everyone loves an asian harem!). we shared a few dances with strangers in the night, and before we knew it, it was time to head home. .. or so we thought.

not quite ready to call it a night (aka. too tipsy to know it was time to hit the sack), we stopped by citizen smith's which was so dead it should've been called citizen kane. so we hopped across the street to capitol city, in the former goa space (just checked the 'blag and apparently it's so high class their urinal graffiti is in cursive. i also hear ramblings of "rentable cabanas"?). something like your usual sports bar, but since it is in hwood, we managed to *of course* bump into the usual industry lackeys.

one thing led to another, and - after my demands for a breakfast jack were not met - all i have to share is this story:

12:01 PM M: So

I washed cars today

And I was cleaning my windows

12:02 PM In my backseat cupholder

I look down

And there's a really soft tomato

12:03 PM That you really wanted

me: ..

ohhh.. from .. the house..?

hm. how did i drop/forget that?

12:04 PM i'm sorry. did it destroy the cupholder?

12:06 PM M: Ha

No

But had I not washed my car

Who knows how long it would have been there

me: .. true :(

12:11 PM M: Cause clearly

You remembered it

me: i remember holding it!

12:12 PM M: Ha

And then

Blank?

Or breakfast jack

12:13 PM me: BREAKFAST JACK!


pontificate + pro-create.
i'm out,
~p

p.s. o man. i forgot the part about letting superman + clark kent get a photo opp.