Monday weekend roundup: Party Scammers

Hey guys.

How were your weekends?

I hope they didn't suck the major male genitalia that mine did.

Okay, I'm not complaining, but everything that could have gone wrong (In a holiday comedy sort of way) did go wrong. It wasn't that bad - I know - I came out the other end smarter, just two hundred dollars poorer (Don't ask!), one day sadder, and heartbroken, but not lonely! And smarter! Definitely smarter!

And hey, I slept twelve hours on Friday night. That's good, right?

Things can only get better.

Dan came over and we went to Astro Burger. I didn't eat anything because I was too busy imagining sinister things of the Christmas greens consuming the establishment's interior.

(You know what I mean....)



On Saturday night I checked out Mountain Bar for the very first time, initially missing it...and then missing it again. How was I to know that it's in a shopping center? Fortunately, I phoned a friend.

Party Scammers was really fun, and the event's organizer, Mark, kept courteously asking me if I needed anything - so sweet!

Mountain Bar was a pretty rad spot.

And ow, I just got cigarette smoke in my eye which is twitching from my third cup of coffee. Ah vices!

The lip-sync(h?) contest was a lot of fun, complete with DJ judges and a $100 prize. Who doesn't like a hundred dollars?

The DJs were particularly skilled, coaxing the dance out of everyone until all was merry and bright (With libations!).







As they say (in LA) - let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....



On Sunday I got lovely and then hung out with Josue from Naima Earth. I rode my bike over to Amoeba, where we met up. I dove into the clearance vinyl and picked up five records:

shakuhachi The Japanese Flute
Kohachiro Miyata

Carpenters
The Carpenters

Blue Jays
Justin Hayward, John Lodge (Of The Moody Blues)

Sundew
Paris Angels

And a recording of The Four Seasons by Vivaldi.

I came into some extra money this weekend, which I soon had to part with, because that's life. I realized that there was nothing I wanted to spend it on anyway, besides five dollars for five records and ten dollars for lunch with a friend.

I am easy to please, even if I seem occasionally 100% out of my head.



Well here's to enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette while listening to music from my teenagehood! I am positively drunk with the glee of reliving Blue Jays - Justin Hayward's voice is so sweepingly delightful, even if the music is just a tad melodramatic.

All right, a lot melodramatic.

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