The first time I saw The Decline of Western Civilization, I watched it with my Mom. She was a professor of adolescent psychology at CSUF. I'm pretty sure this movie had a bigger impact on my life rather than my Mom's.
We got into some PBR Friday night. No no, not this PBR. This PBR. The wife loves this stuff, so when our good friend's Skyler and Elise called us up saying they had tickets in a suite for the event, we were there. Tanya dragged me out to this event 2 years ago, and I have to say, I had a good time. Sitting in a suite watching bull riding, is probably even worse than sitting in a suite watching hockey, oh well the price is always right and we had a legit dude and his son in the suite with us. Yeah, they had spurs on.
My equally married friend and I decided to catch a ride with a friend of ours in a "we mean business" white van up to the Murder City Devils show at the Fonda last night. What better way to go up to Hollywood than to get in the van with a sober driver, some bros, brews, tunes and plenty of space? Of course the whole time we knew our night would not be ending after the last encore had been played.
The night started off great, picked up in a parking lot off the 405 around 4 pm we headed up to Hollywood, got some gas off Slauson(beautiful country) and pulled up to the Fonda nice and early. 6 dudes in a white van pulling up to a venue while it is still light outside only means one thing, we're in a band. The parking staff directs us around back moves some cones blocking one of the spots and tells us to park there. Fuckin' sweet! We don't have to pay 20 bucks for parking.
We head over to the Frolic Room for a drink. It's pretty smooth in there, some urban cowboy equipped with a duster, leather hat and an in ear bluetooth, tells me he had the same sweater as I did. With a different neck line of course. We finish up and make our way over to the Well, the place looks swanky but we then see the menu with the happy hour specials, $3 wells. Done. After hearing the same damn MGMT song 3 times while we are there, we decided to head back to the van and drink the rest of the beers before the show. So far so good.
In the show, it's pretty typical, a good crowd, and of course over priced drinks, they got you trapped in there like rats. I'm approached by a couple that quickly tells me that they saw me at the Frolic room and that while they were in there, their rental car got towed. "That's a bummer man" I tell them, and they say yeah it sucks but their flights from Buffalo, NY were cheap, so it's all good. Buffalo, Ny, that's a long way to travel to see a show.
MCD takes the stage and kills it for a solid 1.5 hours. Alright, time to get in the van and head south. Nope, we first hit up the street meat vendor for a bacon wrapped dog. Delicious. Back at the van, inside ready to go, nope. Not yet, one of the boys meets up with an old flame, some model type LA broad, she has a friend too. We have been having some serious weather out here on the west coast lately, so no surprise some blizzard hits and the next thing I know, I'm out of the Van walking to the Burgundy room for a drink. Yep, after hours, where anything can and will happen.
I take a seat in a booth in one of the darkest bars I've ever stepped foot in. One of the boys gets mounted by one of the fishnet dames and the next thing I know, I'm trapped in a booth with no way out. "Yeah Dad I think he's going to pork her." What seems like the longest hour ever, the lights slowly come on and we hit the street. Only to find a huge pile of puke in the gutter and two LA douche bags yelling at a guy wearing eyeliner, accusing him of being a conservative 'no on prop 8' guy. "Yeah this makes sense," I think to myself. Next thing I know, the two douches are on the ground in the street with a total bewildered look on their faces, next only to both get punched in the face with two of the most rhythmic right hooks ever.
Well, that's that and we proceed to walk towards the van. Only to walk right over Johnny Cash's star. Fitting.
I surprised Tanya with a weekend trip out to Palm Springs. Forecast called for rain all weekend. However, Saturday cleared up and it turned out to be a beautiful day in the desert. We walked around the town looking at junk and ended up hanging out by the pool surrounded by snow covered mtns.
The new Ace Hotel in Palm Springs is amazing! Being their opening weekend, the staff went over the top to make our stay unbelievable. A side note, upon our check in, one of the hotel's staff in a low voice said, "we have a large group of fraternity and sorority people here from UCLA. Please, at anytime let us know if they are ruining your time here or if they are being too loud." Apparently, while we were out exploring the town, some serious frat games were going on poolside. We totally missed the "action" if you will. Anyway, on to the goods. Map it out The Grounds Our Room The not so mini mini bar Fireside dining Warm glow
I dug up this old (Dec 1998 I think) photo of the nude bowl, it was the last time we got to skate it. Our buddy Luke got married out in Redlands, so we thought it was fitting to go skate the nude after his reception. After all, he is the one that showed it to us in the first place.
The wife and I are headed out to Palm Springs this weekend, hopefully the rain holds off so I can get some in the replica Nude. It's not exactly the same, but it's easier to skate which is a good thing in my old age.
I got an advanced copy of this album and totally wore out the tape before the actual pressing was released. This song just came across my iTunes and "Don't want to contradict myself with all the words I sing" just shot out at me.
Ordered up some new water bottles from CRC. I don't know these dudes, but I like their style. My buddy Jason Leith pointed me in their direction before he shipped out to serve our country. Stay Strong Jason, I hope all is well in Germany.
Had a great day out on the water, we came a across the largest pod of Dolphins I have ever witnessed in the channel. Anchored on the back side of Catalina near Two Harbors and just hung out. Pure Awesome.
The boys and I headed out to Sea the other day to just enjoy the calm waters, Catalina island, and maybe a little Lobster Hooping. Bringing a new meaning to liquidation sales, we came across this 17" Toshiba floating about 5 miles of the coast of Catalina island.