Vacation Over
Things we did on the holy week off from the Blvd.
2 nights of Obon. One day I swear I'm gonna dance again. Then again maybe not since I kinda laid off the drinking. Alcohol always makes you a better dancer, even if it is traditional Japanese dance. Too bad my Bachan isn't around to pay me for doing the dances like she used to when I was like the only boy dancing with a bunch of girls and old people. Sadly I didn't spend a penny either night. I just stood around talking shit with the homies, watching the dancing with my lil 5 year old homey,and talking more shit. Michael and I did halfway suceed in hookinh up Big Poppa J with the resident Blonde Goddess.
One late night trip to San Manuel, local Indian casino. I made the usual 1 1/2 drive in under an hour. Like thats hard to do after midnite. No Poker, just fun and games playing my favorite video slot, Reel'Em In. Almost $200 lighter we got back around 6am. Not we. I got back at 6am. I as in degenerate gambler who goes to casino with oneself.
Tuesday. Softball practice. Tiring. Sweaty. Major need to hurl for the last half hour. Good thing I live across the street from our practice field. Tournament next week. With just 9 players?
Weds and Thursday. Impromtu trip to the desert. Palm Springs. No casinos in an effort to prove to Miss stalwart Travelling companion that I'm not degenrate gambler. She didn't know about my field trip earlier in the week. Stayed at the old family condo, now in the possesion of my Aunt. She doesn't know I have a key. Shhh. Outlet shopping. Date shakes. Nostalgic trip to ice skating rink where my interest in ice hockey blossomed. it was either that or golf when I was a kid. Pool. Jacuzzi. Nothing better to do so we'll get busy even if it's 115 outside. Much sweat. Sunburn.
Fri - Sunday. Get back around midnight Thursday to pack to leave for fishing in Mammoth the next morning. Lots of Fish. Hot. Thunderstorms. Hook up with my ex's best friend who's relocated to the Sierras. Found her working in one of my favorite restaurants in the area and got greeted with the classic line, "I knew you'd walk in here someday". Defintely the highlight of the trip. When I asked her why she didn't kep in touch and tell me she was up there I got this for and answer.
"You changed your cel at least twice that I know of, God knows how many email adresses you've been thru not to mention AIM sn's. Like you you can't call?"
My bad. Lost $50 Sunday to Miss 5'2 Amazon in training. We had a fishing bet since she had the day free and loves to fish. I lost $10 for not catching the 1st fish of the day. Another $20 for not catching the biggest fish of the day. Plus $20 more for not catching the most. OWNED!!!!
Note to self. Self control is a good thing. Even if she did call tonight.
Oh and I saw a bear. Least the fucking bear doesn't take my $$$. Just the bag of snacks I left on the rock. Duh.
LA sucks.
2 nights of Obon. One day I swear I'm gonna dance again. Then again maybe not since I kinda laid off the drinking. Alcohol always makes you a better dancer, even if it is traditional Japanese dance. Too bad my Bachan isn't around to pay me for doing the dances like she used to when I was like the only boy dancing with a bunch of girls and old people. Sadly I didn't spend a penny either night. I just stood around talking shit with the homies, watching the dancing with my lil 5 year old homey,and talking more shit. Michael and I did halfway suceed in hookinh up Big Poppa J with the resident Blonde Goddess.
One late night trip to San Manuel, local Indian casino. I made the usual 1 1/2 drive in under an hour. Like thats hard to do after midnite. No Poker, just fun and games playing my favorite video slot, Reel'Em In. Almost $200 lighter we got back around 6am. Not we. I got back at 6am. I as in degenerate gambler who goes to casino with oneself.
Tuesday. Softball practice. Tiring. Sweaty. Major need to hurl for the last half hour. Good thing I live across the street from our practice field. Tournament next week. With just 9 players?
Weds and Thursday. Impromtu trip to the desert. Palm Springs. No casinos in an effort to prove to Miss stalwart Travelling companion that I'm not degenrate gambler. She didn't know about my field trip earlier in the week. Stayed at the old family condo, now in the possesion of my Aunt. She doesn't know I have a key. Shhh. Outlet shopping. Date shakes. Nostalgic trip to ice skating rink where my interest in ice hockey blossomed. it was either that or golf when I was a kid. Pool. Jacuzzi. Nothing better to do so we'll get busy even if it's 115 outside. Much sweat. Sunburn.
Fri - Sunday. Get back around midnight Thursday to pack to leave for fishing in Mammoth the next morning. Lots of Fish. Hot. Thunderstorms. Hook up with my ex's best friend who's relocated to the Sierras. Found her working in one of my favorite restaurants in the area and got greeted with the classic line, "I knew you'd walk in here someday". Defintely the highlight of the trip. When I asked her why she didn't kep in touch and tell me she was up there I got this for and answer.
"You changed your cel at least twice that I know of, God knows how many email adresses you've been thru not to mention AIM sn's. Like you you can't call?"
My bad. Lost $50 Sunday to Miss 5'2 Amazon in training. We had a fishing bet since she had the day free and loves to fish. I lost $10 for not catching the 1st fish of the day. Another $20 for not catching the biggest fish of the day. Plus $20 more for not catching the most. OWNED!!!!
Note to self. Self control is a good thing. Even if she did call tonight.
Oh and I saw a bear. Least the fucking bear doesn't take my $$$. Just the bag of snacks I left on the rock. Duh.
LA sucks.
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