Monday, August 08, 2005
sorry kids!
I'm not going to have enough time today to recount Sunday. I'll try to do it tonight, but it'll probably be tomorrow.
I'll leave you with the Getty Images of the event and a few choice moments...
More later!
I'll leave you with the Getty Images of the event and a few choice moments...
- All the jokes about Tommy Lee's dick.
- All the jokes about Bea Arthur's dick.
- Andy Dick letting Tommy Lee grab his dick "you'd think that with a name like that it'd be bigger."
- Sarah Silverman..."well, enough about the coloreds..."
- Courtney Love..."I've been clean for a year. Enough with the drug yokes...jokes..."
- Andy Dick finding a baggie of coke down Courtney Love's bra.
- "Pam, as an actress you have the emotional range of Terry Schiavo." (you can see pam ask "who's terry schiavo")
- "The sound man has to correct for echo because of Pam's enormous cunt."
- "How can Courtney Love look worse than Kurt Cobain?"
- "The only talk show host Sarah Silverman hasn't slept with is Byron Scott, and that's because she's racist."
More later!
hash...lovely hash...
Saturday!
My parents are taking a little vacation this week, so my lovely wife and I are going to be house sitting. Saturday morning we got together for breakfast to go over the details, also inviting along my mom's friend Leslie. We met at Hob Nob Hill, buried on 1st ave. in Banker's Hill. This place has been around forever, dark wood everywhere, and naugabooths. As I'm looking through the menu I said out loud, "nobody makes their own hash anymore, it's always that canned dinty moore crap."
Just as I say that, I see on the menu "OUR FAMOUS HOMEADE ROAST BEEF HASH."
So I ordered it.
Now I'm not like a hash connoiseur, I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. I just know the difference between good hash and bad hash. And damned if that wasn't the best FRIGGIN has I've had in my whole life. Go check it out, it makes the old Topsy's hash taste like fried donkey poop.
Another reason for this breakfast meeting was so that we could talk with Leslie, whose fiance owns a 1br condo in Normal Heights. Apparently he's owned it for a while, had the interior completely redone, planned on selling it but it's just been sitting there, vacant.
We went to check it out and it's reeeeallly, really cute. Great kitchen, lots of cabinets, and on a nice street between el cajon and university that doesn't directly connect the two so there's not a ton of cross traffic. We're going to meet with him tomorrow and finalize everything, so by the first of the month we might be moving!
Later that night, we made our way to "Sexual Deviancy, Virgin 2.0 (Return of the Kink)" at a friend of a friend's house. The concept was to dress as a form of a sexual deviant. I could have just gone as myself but that didn't seem appropriate.
I really didn't have anything good to wear, and we're trying to keep expenses down, so we made up a quick outfit. Speedos, a see through negligee, and a boy scout troop leader's shirt. Topped off by a polaroid camera in a subtle reference to Douglas S. Smith Jr..
Damn, that guy's creepy lookin.
Rhiannon dressed up as Margaret Sanger, complete with propaganda and condoms. Surprisingly, a lot of people got it. My personal favorite outfits were the Scottish shepherd and the sheep, the dirty old man, and the village people construction guy. Also the farmer who dug up the dead body was pretty good.
That house was thrashed at the end of the night. Exploded condoms, water everywhere from the guy with the cock squirtgun, all sorts of paraphenalia spread allllll over.
Fun, fun fun. And the only party I've ever been to where I was served Chartreuse.
Next up: Sunday. Courtney's Hole, Bea Arthur's Dick and The Whore in the Green Dress - The Pamela Anderson Roast.
-z
My parents are taking a little vacation this week, so my lovely wife and I are going to be house sitting. Saturday morning we got together for breakfast to go over the details, also inviting along my mom's friend Leslie. We met at Hob Nob Hill, buried on 1st ave. in Banker's Hill. This place has been around forever, dark wood everywhere, and naugabooths. As I'm looking through the menu I said out loud, "nobody makes their own hash anymore, it's always that canned dinty moore crap."
Just as I say that, I see on the menu "OUR FAMOUS HOMEADE ROAST BEEF HASH."
So I ordered it.
Now I'm not like a hash connoiseur, I don't even know if I'm spelling it right. I just know the difference between good hash and bad hash. And damned if that wasn't the best FRIGGIN has I've had in my whole life. Go check it out, it makes the old Topsy's hash taste like fried donkey poop.
Another reason for this breakfast meeting was so that we could talk with Leslie, whose fiance owns a 1br condo in Normal Heights. Apparently he's owned it for a while, had the interior completely redone, planned on selling it but it's just been sitting there, vacant.
We went to check it out and it's reeeeallly, really cute. Great kitchen, lots of cabinets, and on a nice street between el cajon and university that doesn't directly connect the two so there's not a ton of cross traffic. We're going to meet with him tomorrow and finalize everything, so by the first of the month we might be moving!
Later that night, we made our way to "Sexual Deviancy, Virgin 2.0 (Return of the Kink)" at a friend of a friend's house. The concept was to dress as a form of a sexual deviant. I could have just gone as myself but that didn't seem appropriate.
I really didn't have anything good to wear, and we're trying to keep expenses down, so we made up a quick outfit. Speedos, a see through negligee, and a boy scout troop leader's shirt. Topped off by a polaroid camera in a subtle reference to Douglas S. Smith Jr..
Damn, that guy's creepy lookin.
Rhiannon dressed up as Margaret Sanger, complete with propaganda and condoms. Surprisingly, a lot of people got it. My personal favorite outfits were the Scottish shepherd and the sheep, the dirty old man, and the village people construction guy. Also the farmer who dug up the dead body was pretty good.
That house was thrashed at the end of the night. Exploded condoms, water everywhere from the guy with the cock squirtgun, all sorts of paraphenalia spread allllll over.
Fun, fun fun. And the only party I've ever been to where I was served Chartreuse.
Next up: Sunday. Courtney's Hole, Bea Arthur's Dick and The Whore in the Green Dress - The Pamela Anderson Roast.
-z
roasted condo with boy scouts
Many, many events this weekend. Some big decisions made, some damn good hash, some fun to be had, and courtney love's snatch. We'll start at the beginning, and I'll separate the days into different entries. I've really got to put together a real blog so I can organize this stuff better...
Friday!
Started out the evening by making some calls about apartments and condos. Making calls after 6:00 to property management companies is usually a hopeless cause, but I ended up connecting with a woman who manages around 8 properties in the neighborhoods we're looking at. Asked her about two of them, and she gave us the lockbox code for them. The lockbox code was the same, so after some checking on our list, we wrote down about 6 places that were all under the same management company. They ALL had the same code. If anyone wants a place to throw a party, we've got access to a lot of keys. One of the complexes was almost completely empty so we could throw a pretty good one...
None of the places were really exciting, your standard one bedroom rentals, but we got a good look at what our price range would get us. Not much, but liveable until I find a consistent source of income.
We were originally going to the Kensington Grill to visit our buddy Jonathan, then decided not to go, then found ourselves right down the street from it. Decided to stop by and get a drink. But we were hungry. $75 and a few hours later we waddled back to the car filled with trout cakes, mushroom/prosciutto ravioli and the best meatloaf in the world. All washed down with the Firehouse Ale that our brave san diego firemen brew themselves.
Next entry...Hash, a new home, and how to molest a boy scout.
-z
Friday!
Started out the evening by making some calls about apartments and condos. Making calls after 6:00 to property management companies is usually a hopeless cause, but I ended up connecting with a woman who manages around 8 properties in the neighborhoods we're looking at. Asked her about two of them, and she gave us the lockbox code for them. The lockbox code was the same, so after some checking on our list, we wrote down about 6 places that were all under the same management company. They ALL had the same code. If anyone wants a place to throw a party, we've got access to a lot of keys. One of the complexes was almost completely empty so we could throw a pretty good one...
None of the places were really exciting, your standard one bedroom rentals, but we got a good look at what our price range would get us. Not much, but liveable until I find a consistent source of income.
We were originally going to the Kensington Grill to visit our buddy Jonathan, then decided not to go, then found ourselves right down the street from it. Decided to stop by and get a drink. But we were hungry. $75 and a few hours later we waddled back to the car filled with trout cakes, mushroom/prosciutto ravioli and the best meatloaf in the world. All washed down with the Firehouse Ale that our brave san diego firemen brew themselves.
Next entry...Hash, a new home, and how to molest a boy scout.
-z
