ich bin ein auslander

For me, this means food, beer and commercials… a few people coming over, Wendy’s cooked up a storm, beer is on ice… let’s rock and roll.

Thanks to riggs by way of jason… so many celebrities, sp little talent.

Had a fantastic Finn’s night tonight. A great mix of people, good times, good inane conversation, good driinks. Only downer: some asshole pushed over our vespa, so there are lovely scratches all over the left-hand side.

There’s something about that Vespa - I love it to death, but it’s a real asshole magnet. People want to get in fights with you, push it over, do the whole “i’m going to swerve over really fast into your lane for no particular reason other than it’ll scare you” bullshit thing.

Listen, small-dick fuckers (because it’s invariable guys with a girl in the car they’re trying to impress), fuck off. Try being cool without killing people or damaging other people’s property. Stop pissing on my tree.

still going strong… off to the gym for upper body workout… calves still aching from the lower body two days ago. Took a bunch of old junk up to a friend’s house… they’re having a massive garage sale. Bye bye laserdiscs, hopefully they’ll go. Had a car full of stuff, but, of course, we ended up bringing back another carful of different stuff. So much for making room. Actually, we took junk and brought back furniture/storage, so that’s good..

Blah. I’m boring the hell out of myself typing this. Must really suck to be reading it.

Anyway, Finn McCool’s tonight.. crazy day on Saturday, meeting a client in burbank, then down to anaheim to see the parents then down even further to alisa viejo for an old friend’s birthday party… then the stuporbowl sunday.

I thought yesterday was bad, running all over town and then having three separate offers to go out drinking and eating in the late evening, yet I was able to reject them all and go to the gym like a good thin boy should…

but today has been even worse! I really only had one thing on my plate - a dentist appt at 10am, and one at 11 for wendy. Yes, we even schedule our dentist appointments together.

But today’s aerobics day, and I’m supposed to sock away 30 minutes on the bike before eating anything. So the alarms were set for 7:30, didn’t get up until 8… Wendy took the bike first, I did yoga, then we swapped places… 9am and we no longer had time for our lovely planned breakfast burrito so blended up a quick chalk-flavored shake (with a hint of banana nut) and huffed it out to Hollywood. I don’t know why we still have a dentist in Hollywood. I don’t even particularly like this dentist. Note to self: find a fucking closer dentist.

Anyway, I was glad to go because this was my first cleaning since quitting smoking. All the stains were taken off, and they shan’t be coming back. Well, the nicotine stains anyway. Coffee and red wine are a different story.

So, we’re there until 12, and I’m totally off my schedule. I’m supposed to eat something every two hours, so with a 9am shake, i’m an hour overdue. Head back home, and wendy remembers she made a lunch commitment.

Here’s the props to Wendy part: she cooks up some mean, damn fine tasting healthy meals, using only our authorized ingredients. This shit is actually bearable to eat. But, she’s gotta run so I’m screwed. I’m not completely inept in the kitchen, but my specialties are grilled meats which isn’t exactly what I should be eating.

So, another lovely chalk shake. And then another one at 2 since she still wasn’t back and I’m just too damn lazy to try and cook something I know is going to taste like warm ass.

On the plus side, all my day’s exercises are done. I still have three meals, and at least one of them will be tasty. And I’ve allowed myself a drink or two this evening, so hopefully we’ll be dropping in on Voda for a Double Dutch Chocolate shot of Van Gogh Vodka to be chased by a fine Vodka Tonic. Apparently, they carry this special corn vodka that’s made without sugar…