May 29 2007
What happens in L.A. … Should Be Quarantined
Well, that was a fairly interesting weekend.
I was out in Los Angeles visiting with Manny and his beautiful girlfriend fiancee, as well as Chez and his beautiful wife Jayne.
Let’s just say that, although I love those guys, I fucking HATE that town with a passion.
Manny and his girl were just great, allowing me to stay in their home and feeding me whenever I needed the feedbag. I am eternally grateful for their warm hospitality and great company. I have an extra tent for you guys the next time you’re in Sumatra. Mi “lean-to” es tu “lean-to”.
Similarly, Chez let me and Manny make fun of him relentlessly for hours on end, for which I am also grateful. And Jayne, well, I’m just grateful that Chez had the good sense to marry that broad, so I’ve have the chance to meet her.
I am also eternally grateful for the parents of our waitress, who had the good sense to provide the genetics for one of the most stunningly hot women I’ve ever had the good fortune of getting shot-down by.
I highly recommend them all as friends, as do I recommend reading all of their blogs.
That notwithstanding, Los Angeles — and in particular, the area around the Sunset Strip (where we were hanging out and where, coincidentally, Lindsey Lohan wrecked her car about 3 hours later) is all the bullshit that Miami Beach stands for … decadence, self-indulgence, pretentiousness, the obsession with money and fame … but on a huge amount of crack, heroin, and Lindsay Lohan.
Wow, I didn’t think anyone could “out-drug” Miami.
Touche, L.A. Well played.
Now I just feel dirty, and I’ve been showering every hour on the hour since I got back to Phoenix (err, … or that could just be me trying to rid myself of the smell of cigarette smoke that has permeated every pore of my skin due to the inordinate amount of smoking I did, or it could the fact that I crashed out on Manny couch – which oddly enough smelled like balls).
And if any of those guys has something to say about my description of L.A., just know this — y’all better shaddap or I’ll put the Sheeney Curse on ya.
Glad you had a good time before leaving civilization behind. Both Mrs. Disco and I enjoyed the company. I hope the Far East holds some great adventures for you…..and dysentary.
Yeah, I’ve got something to say!
I’d probably hate it too. I’m right with you on that one. I like places where I can see the sky.
Yes, you’re right. I was absolutely the one being made fun of.
I can’t believe he proposed with you there. Talk about a mood killer.
Thanks for the compliment, doll. I’m blushing.
Hah! I actually did NOT propose there. Partly because I couldn’t see straight and might have ended up proposing to a pole.
Hey stupid: I am shocked you gents didn’t go run to your blogs after learning the fate of Lohan…that would have been too fucking easy!
that’s what I told Chez- don’t write about this one. There’s nothing controversial about it. I do wish I’d seen it, though! (not that I would have remembered, anyway…)
Enjoy your travels darlin! And should you ever find your way back to LA, it’s me, you, Thor, and Long Beach….
It was a pleasure having you here. Be safe, and please post often.
xoxo~k