ich bin ein auslander

Listening to the new underworld album for the very first time, right fucking now!

Apparently, I’m going on a road trip this weekend… just got back from seeing a friend’s band play at Boardners and got invited on a quick and crazy roadtrip to watch another band play in Vegas, Phoenix and then back in LA. Should be fun… better get a few of those overdue checks in so we have a little spare gamblin’ cash…

Guest list! Lights! Camera! Whoaar!

Oh yeah.. if you have not yet had the pleasure of eating at Greenblatt’s in Hollywood, fucking do so. a) open until 2am b) really, really, REALLY good food c) really, really, really, REALLY good wine list. Beats the shit outta Dennys.

I had no idea how crappy I felt all day until I finally got off my ass and did a little exercise for the first time in well over 48 hours. I feel so good I’m having a glass of wine so I can feel like crap again.

It’s 11:40pm and I’m home… thank god. I’ve definately become a homebody again. We were out three nights in a row and while I had fun, there’s something special about sitting around in your PJs with your thumb up your ass. Not literally, although I’m sure that can be enjoyable as well.

Wendy’s working on some of her photos for an upcoming show and has dropped the cat off in my lap. Apparently it’s my turn to play with him. When he gets tired of me, I’m going to hit the synths and find some nice bleeps and bloops for an upcoming fungus site redesign Wendy and I have been contemplating….

The longest blog drought in my short history as a blogger. Quick recap of the weekend: beer, cider, snakebite, beer, wine, wine, wine, wine, beer, gin and tonic, wine, wine, wine, beer.

Longer version: Friday, met up with a few webhermits and some non-hermetically sealed friends for drinks at Finn McCools… a fun evening except for when some drunken yahoos decided to pick on an old man and Culiner and I gamely rose to his defense. Wendy enjoys telling the story so I’ll let her do it in on her own blog. Admittedly, he probably didn’t enjoy the “leave the poor old man alone” comments we made in his defense.

Saturday was spent running around getting gifts and preparing those lovely “personal touch” cards Wendy does so well. Saturday evening, a going away dinner for our professorial friends who are off to teach in Germany for a semester or two. They shall be missed. A fantastic dinner and even more fantastic bottles of wine.

Sunday, our first rock star wedding. A bit late to the ceremony, but nobody noticed… and then off to the reception, which was a total blast. We engaged in great bouts of drinking - even Wendy, who managed to knock back a record 5 Midori Sours.

Today: recovery.

Oh yeah - congrats to Dave and Jen on their one year anniversary!

Still haven’t found any downside to owning a Vespa, other than the probable death through sideswiping. In fact, we’ve discovered yet another perk - we can get away without paying for parking at 3rd Street Promenade. The motorcyle spaces in the parking garages are right next to the exit, just out of the line of sight from the pay booths. Since we end up there at least once a week, I figure we’re saving a good $150 a year. Rode it down to our regular hermit lunch since Wendy was stuck in Burbank. There was no female presence at the hermit lunch for the first time in awhile, so talk degraded down to computer crap. Oh well, it’s good to be a complete geek every once in awhile.

Dinner was at one of our favorite restaurants, Fritto Misto. Mmmm, cajun seared chicken. Had dinner with our ex-neighbors who went off, got married, bought a house and a dog and are most likely planning on popping out little ones. Some of you may best remember Darren as the off-screen gay lover who appeared as an on-screen decapitated head in an episode of CSI… or not. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to keep the head. How cool would that have been?

We are still doing our best to avoid the two heinous tasks that we simply must do in the very near future - a) going to the DMV and b) shopping for a new car. I’m going to attempt to sucker Wendy into doing b today. Hopefully she won’t read this before I lure her into the car with a false promise of sushi for lunch and then drive to a dealership. Bahahhaha, evil, evil..