Sunday, October 30, 2005

The 6th Day

As I grow older I realize how work can easily consume my life alot and in my job, my day is always at least 14 hours long. It gets tiring and I have to continually tell myself, "Stickler, you can do it!" This past week I had a very interesting thing happen to me. I worked my first 6th day. This is nice becuase I get paid more for this day, but it makes my weekend very short and makes me even more tired for the next week. I find myself continually trying to figure out if I should sacrifice friends and family so I can just make a living. It is a tough decision. But then their are also great things that happen.

The crew always becomes a slightly happy/disgrunteled family. And sometimes an even bigger perk comes out of it. Which brings me to my tale of my 6th day.

It all started with me waking up at 5:30 AM on a Saturday. I drank coffee and had breakfast when I got to work. We were working because we didn't finish shooting all of the scenes in the location that we had. So we had to come in on a Saturday to finish up before we moved to our next location. Because this was a last minute decision, a certain actor could not make it for the shoot. Or maybe they just didn't want to pay him, I don't know. Either way we didn't have him there. The shot we had to get was the reverse angle of a girl saying her line right after he kisses her. So we hunted around the set to find someone who would fit his clothes and could double for him. The Directors kept saying, don't worry we just need to see a little bit of his arm in the shot, anyone can do it. Well that anyone became me. It started out where I just had to say the line he says, but the Directors weren't getting the movement they needed in the shot. So they yelled from the back behind the monitors, "Stickler, your gonna have to kiss her!" So that is what I did. I spent the better part of the end of a day kissing a very attractive girl so they could "get the shot."

So all in all, A pretty good 6th day. And the best part, when everyone I know goes to see this movie; when they see the actor kissing the girl, they will all know that it is actuelly me.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Herro, Sorutions Center, this is penny

Hi, Penny, when i call and order a fucking tuna nicoise salad, i don't mean i want some tartine du soliel crap that has cheese spread all over it. i mean, come on, this is the second time this has happened, all i wanted was a fucking tuna salad.. i've ordered it many many times before, so what's so difficult? i understand that to you Tuna and Tartine both begin with T and might possibly be the same thing, but let me tell you, they are two completely different things, and i'd appreciate if you'd either learn english, or atleast learn the fucking room service menu so when people call and order things on it, and then ask you to repeat it, you don't have to pretend like you know what they want and then order the wrong thing for them so they don't get lunch before a two show day!!!!! cuz dammit PENNY, i'm hungry!!!!

fucking solutions center, doesn't seem to have all the answers to all problems... they tend to create more problems... fuckfuckfuck... oh asia... i'm over you.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Part 1

What is the ideal roomate? First there must be two of them. Second they must be girls, and third they must be hot lesbians. I'm half way there, my roomates for next semester is a hot doctor from FLorida and a not so attractive trumpet player from New York. But they are lesbians. This should prove to be a very valuable experience. Not many men get to explore this world (except theatre people). I wonder if I will accidentally walk into an orgy of lets say 5 maybe 40 girls. If you can't tell all ready i'm grinning like a fuckin mad man who just got handed the best porn channel in the world.
The question that will banging against my skull for the next year of so, is can I turn them to the dark side? hehe, and if so, can i convice there friends to turn as well.
To be continued

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Cereal and the girls that eat it.


When I think back to my childhood; I can't help but notice that cereal was a big part of my life. Starting from when I was a baby and my mother and her ensemble (she plays piano and had a chamber group) would throw Cheerios at me from across the room to get me to shut up while they practiced. To college when I would wake up at three in the afternoon, grab one of those mixing bowls, pour an entire box of cereal and a half of bottle of milk into it, and gingerly eat it till their was nothing left. Personally it was my favorite meal. So cereal has always been there as my personal companion, from Kix (kid tested, mother approved) or be it the sugarcoated goodness of Cap'n Crunch. Even as I type this a box of Honey Nut Cheerio's lays sprawled across my bed.

A few weeks ago the question arose; as an adult is it still ok to enjoy a bowl of cereal?

Well, after quizzing all who have come into my path on this question I have the answer...Yes! I talked to men as old as 50 and they still enjoy their Cocoa Krispies secretly, hiding it from their wives of course. So now that I know that cereal is a socially accepted phenomenon, I will tell my story.

While shopping at the local Ralph's (I know, I know I should be going to Albertson's, but I just love Ralph's.) I headed towards my favorite aisle, the cereal aisle, to pick up what I consider dinner when I am working. When I turned the corner, their she was, a thing of beauty. The way her features glowed in the fluorescent lights of the grocery store made me smile. And next to her were thousands more, yes; I'm talking about boxes of cereal folks. Now looking at the cereal was a very pretty girl, also toting a hand basket, which for all who don't know; this is a sure sign someone is single. Anyways she was looking at a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My sis loved this cereal, I always though it was too sugary. I grabbed my box of Honey Nut Cheerios and caught up to her just as she reached out for a box of Trix. Here was my chance; I said with all types of confidence, "You know Trix are for kids." She giggled, looked at me, and looked down at the box of Honey Nut Cheerios I was holding. She then looked me right in the eyes; by the way she had beautiful blue eyes. You know the type that make you forget everything. Anyways she says, "Sorry I don't talk to guys who eat Cheerios." She then turned around and walked away.

What is wrong with cheerios, come on they rock. I mean, she grabbed for Trix, you know the one with the silly rabbit. That rabbit annoys me so much, but come on your going to be biased against Cheerios when you’re grabbing for Trix. So I guess it wasn't meant to be, we would have never gotten along, but at least she wouldn't have eaten all my Cheerios.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

sunday

oh sunday, why do you make me want to drink so much? why do force me to consume gin and tonics? and then tell me that it's ok to eat three bowls of free chips provided by the bar, and then eat two pieces of pizza that someone bought and are now offering to you? why do you do this to me? ... but sunday, i still love you, you bring on the weekend that is monday, and you bring happiness to my life!! i love you sunday night!!! ok.. i have to go pass out now from all the boozin!!

Friday, October 14, 2005

A story or maybe just a Sticklerization.

I have always been able to tell quite the story. Have you ever seen that movie, "Big Fish?" Well, my friends will tell you that it is a story about me. Now I swear I always tell the truth, it just so happens crazy weird things happen to me. If you keep reading this blog you'll probably read about them. It makes my life exciting and I'll fully admit I imbelish here and their just to keep the listeners captivated on what's going on. But who doesn't?

Charecter development; the beginning, middle, and end; even the climax; all go into my thinking as I quickly spew forth stories that will forever go down in history as "The Best Story Ever." These stories have become my defining charecteristic and make me memorable. My friends know me so well it wasn't a surprise when I found out they came up with a word to explain this. Recently, while moving, I came across a small scrap of paper with the word and definition my friend PETE so cleverly came up with. So without further ado the lost definition of to sticklerize:

to Sticklerize \stick-LUR-eyes\ verb.

1 :To exaggerate a story beyond all possible belief or recognition from the truth.

2 :To misrepresent by grossly overstating.

3 :To change a small and trivial happening into the meaning of life itself.

4 :To tell a story in order to "Get The Girls."

Example Sentence: Did you just sticklerize that story about you beating up those bank robbers?

Did You Know?
To Sticklerize can also be used as... Sticklerization. So when referring to a friends story or a story told by Stickler you could say, "That was such a Sticklerization!" or as my friends refer to it, "What a crock of sh*t."




Thursday, October 13, 2005

Look Ma, I'm all grows'd up!

One of the major problems with living with girls (I'm learning all about these now that I live with two of them, But don't get me wrong I love em' to death.) is that whenever I use the bathroom, I have to remember to put the seat lid down. From years and years of living with either male roommates or living at home where I just didn't care, this has never been an issue. But now that I am living with girls it is all I think about, constantly reminding myself as I drop the boys off at the pool or pee like their is tomorrow; "Don't Forget, Don't Forget!"

And it gets worse, because this breeds fear which leads to questioning "What if something rather large and unholy comes out and I back up the toilet." Oh no! It is becoming a recurring nightmare, I sh*t you not. My friend Jonah even had to leave the apartment to take care of his business!

Children of the world are lucky though. It used to be that all we had were potty training books, such as "Everyone Poops" my favorite, to teach us the ways of the toilet. I still use it as a reference when I get a little lost. And did you know that the makers of this wonderful book have continued the series and released another classic, "The Gas We Pass" . I have a bunch of friends who could use that one.


Anyways children of today are lucky though. They have all types of new fangled gadgets to assist them in their potty training exploits. From little plastic training toilets to the little buzzer that wakes you up when you are going to Pee yourself when you sleep. I was a successful graduate of the latter. Now they have gone an invented the greatest potty training device for young boys I have ever seen. It is called the Peter Potty; it is the world’s first and only flushable toddler urinal from Visionaire Products, Inc. According to the American Academy of Pediatrics,
"boys – on average – do not master potty training until after their third birthday, a full four months later than girls. The primary reason is the “stand up” factor: while most two-year-old boys have mastered the motor skills needed to lower their pants and underwear enough to stand, they don’t acquire the motor skills needed to lower their pants and underwear enough for a sitting potty until they are much older."


Now I can't remember how long it took me to learn this art, I'm sure my parents could tell you. But that is an amazing statistic! So all I know is that I want a Peter Potty. It has always been a dream of mine to have my very own urinal and now I can get one for cheap. In fact I don't think I know a single guy who wouldn't want one on of these. think about it, Your out drinking, you come home, you go to sleep, you wake up because you have to pee, and there in the corner of your room is your Peter Potty. Why should all the unpotty trained kids get to have all the fun?

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

NO MORE WAFFLES!!

South beach baby, south beach!

Do you like waffles?

I know I like breakfast, but this guy I think likes it alot more. Make sure the sound is turned way up on your computer and your at work.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Scrabble will break your family too!

For the purposes of this post all names have been changed to insure the privacy of those that were involved.

Board Games in my family have always been the cause of much celebration and much anger between siblings and parents. It has to do with the fact that we are all competitive and when playing games(with the family) we have no scruples about cheating what-so-ever. My father being the most notorious for his antics during Monopoly, stealing money from the bank and hiding it under the board. Or my younger sister and brother who change rules for their own benefit. My sister may be the only person I know who has recreated an entire pictionary rules booklet on a computer and then secretly replaced it with the actual rule book, so when the time came she was right. These games have taught me the lesson that no one is to be trusted, and everyone is just trying to get a leg up on the competition. For example when I was 8, I played my father at Backgammon in a Father vs. Son take all tournament. If he won; I was stuck cleaning gutters, mowing lawns, etc.. for the rest of my life. If I won; He would buy me an NES. Yeah, I was stoked. I won all three games. I still believe to this day he let me win, but who knows, us Sticklers' have always been quite the competition at Backgammon.

Even though my family fights during all games, especially when my mother starts a round of Scrabble by laying down all seven of her pieces to spell "Puzzles" or something that makes her impossible to beat. This weekend was the first time I actually heard of a family spliting apart and feuding over said game. It was roughly 3:30 AM on Saturday night, My friend Dylan and I; had taken two lovely girls out to the bars for drinking and merriment. Really I just wanted to get to know "Liz" the nurse. Her friend "Penny" is a friend of mine and I convinced Penny to invite her out with us so I could spend the night trying to "get to know her". The games started as so. We ended up at one of my favorite Hollywood Hot Spots; "The Cat and The Fiddle." Pitchers were ordered and we played a game of Cricket on the dart board. My team won, all because Liz is one hell of a dart player and maybe Dylan was just distracted by how attractive she is.

Next we went to a couple other bars till it got to be closing time and Dylan offered for all of us to go back to his place and play "Pop-o-matic Trouble." Now we were all a little drunk, and this sounded like a good idea, but who knew what craziness our futures all held. We got to Dylan's and played "Drinking Trouble." This is the game Trouble played with three rule additions.
(1) When passing someone, the person you passed drinks.
(2) When getting a piece all the way around the board, you drink.
(3) When landing on a piece, both people drink who were involved.
Fun for the whole family. Anyways I came in second, Liz won again. But Penny got a tad tipsy during this game, so when we moved on to Scrabble it was understandable that Penny became super competitive. The game started with me placing 'Dreamy,' then Liz playing 'Lamen,' then Dylan placing something, and then Penny getting angry about how are words were better then hers. Then It went around again and it came back to Penny who shouted, "I Quit." She then drunkinly retold us the story of how her entire family was super competitive... When her father was younger he was playing scrabble with his family. They got in such a big fight over the words that were placed that everyone took sides and to this day both sides of the family don't talk. She then got really emtional and started saying how she just can't play scrabble at all, she just couldn't do it. It wouldn't be right to play a game that destroyed her family.

Now this is when I looked at Dylan to see how he was reacting to this, becuase I know I wanted to bust out laughing. Dylan was straining and Liz was consoling her friend. Scrabble kind of ended quickly and then we all went to our homes. The next morning while watching football. Dylan goes, that was totally crazy last night. I agreed and for hence forward I will always remember that you never know, maybe scrabble will break your family too. Or at least be one major damper on the evening.

i'm a retard

so i wrote this post about how i thought you were wrong with STICKLERS' ... but i actually just spent 20 minutes askin' jeeves about it, and you are in fact correct my brother, that is the proper spelling... sorry i doubted you... and glad these blogs are editable.

-cas

Jumping up and down=BEST AB workout EVER!!

Once again, i spent my sunday night at the best bar ever listening to the best cover band yet again!! this time, though, i've been unfortunate on the rebound. i have infact spent all day trying to vomit.. but it didn't work to well, eating toast (that i called up from room service, it was really complicated trying to explain why i just wanted toasted bread to someone who doesn't really speak english), watching 'dead like me' episodes, taking an amazing 3 hour nap around 3, and having the worst fucking headache EVER!! oh, and my neck hurts from all the head banging! somewhere around beer 5, i forgot to think, and kept drinking and jumping up and down and head banging! i did become pals with the philipino cover band, who are amazing, though, so that made it all worth it!! ok, it's 7 pm, time to shower and get the day started.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Midget Tossing

I would first off like to thank the Phat Phree for posting this wonderful link. I know hurling midgets is probably not the most PC thing to do, but it is really fun. And doing it to the tune of Short People, who could ask for anything more.

COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Never go to an 80's party where no one is willing to dress up like the 80's, unless there is
A. honeys galour
B. cheeba
C. and a fountain of beer
yes there was a fountain of beer, I have never seen anything like it. There were 8 hoses in which anyone could pick one up and drink. However a lot of booz was wasted (single tear).

and now a story about a portugese waitress fighting a bear in a tutu.
it was a sunny morning in Illium New York. But not so sunny for a bear with a tutu...........................
the end

Friday, October 07, 2005

To my new Feline roommate


Dear Clemintine,

I understand that you are still new to this world, only just beginning in life. But we need to have a little sit down. If we are to live peaceably together I need to address a couple of my concerns. Number (1) My head is not a leap off point to get to higher places. I know that when you are running full speed you may think that it is like your flying, but you stick your nails in the top of my head before leaping and it kind of hurts. Number (2) I do enjoy being woken up by kisses, but not from you because first you stand over my face and bite my nose, then lick my cheek, and then try to open my mouth to french me. If you were a female human, this would be a lot of fun, but since your a cat it will never work. Number (3) People food is not for you. I know it looks tasty but I'm not cleaning up cat puke. Thanks you for reading over my list I'll see you tonight on the couch.

Stickler

Thursday, October 06, 2005

i really like vomiting, no really, i do

drank so much last night i vomited. it was a blast.. no wait, that's not true.

drunk emailed people. (don't actually remember this, until my friend IMed me and told me to check my outgoing mail...)

drunk called ben a million times. he finally answered and all i did was cry and apologize (atleast that's what he told me when he called me back this morning.) he said the reason he didn't answer right away is cuz he was in a rehearsal, playing cello and singing, and there was me vibrating in his pocket the whole time... he wasn't happy.

i'm not gonnna drink anymore...

especially for dumb reasons like the verizon people over charging me on my phone bill.. i mean, i could find better reasons if i'm going to drink that much... honestly!!

i have to go eat dim sum now... the idea of food makes me want to vomit more.. but i'm going to suck it up and stuff my face.

-lil miss i should never drink again stickler-

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The Adventures of a Set PA not in Hawaii

So everyone is in Hawaii right now for my job. With the exception of myself and a couple of others. I'm not really bitter about this because it has allowed me the chance to move into my new house, but I do wish I was sitting on the beach sipping on some Mai Tai's. If I get another call from my bosses saying, 'Oh Stickler, could you fax us that Extra's Breakdown over to Hawaii, (In the background waves crashing on some shore and the 1st AD saying, you want another Mai Tai?)" It makes me laugh a little inside. Also I'm missing some of the best surfing in the world. But I have gone on trips with my job before, and it is definitly not all fun and games. So what have I been doing to pass the time in the office, well today I bring a couple of things to the plate. I am playing annoying flash video games, watching movies on Ifilm, or looking up random things on the web. It has been alot of fun. But today I got an e-mail for hands down the greatest thing. yes you can buy the NES system once again. Unfortunatly I already have a refurbished one, but for those of you that don't this could be your last chance to get a working Nintendo ever again!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Open mouth insert foot

Recently I had the pleasure of having a lesson with the principle trumpet player of the Lyric Opera. When I called him and set up the lesson he asked me what kind of work i wanted to get done with him and whether i was planning on taking the auditions in New York and San Fransisco. This made me laugh naturally because theres no way in hell i'd be ready for those auditions. I told him that i had confidance issues with my playing since leaving CCM. He agreed to give a lesson, a very expensive lesson.
When i got there we talked a little and i tried to explane my situation a little better. He said stop talking and play something, so I did. I played the third movement of the Kennan Sonata. I played terribly. Than he had me working on the Cicowitz flow studies, i played those terribly as well. After a couple of dirty looks he gave his comments, which were the following.
1. Your confidance isn't screwing up your playing its the other way around, if I should up to an audition playing the you do I would have confidance problems as well.
2. I don't think you were honest on the phone, I believe there is a lot more here to fix than just confidance.
3. Your fundamentals suck.
4. Your breathing sucks.
5. Your practice methods suck.
6. Your sound is not good.
After the lesson i begged him for another lesson, he agreed but was a little aprehensive. That was the first time someone was honest with me. However he's wrong because i went in there nervous as shit and he doesn't know my situation. I'm gonna take the lesson with him and hopfully show him that it really is a mind game because i practice my ass off every day.

A Movie that will pull at the Heart Strings

It is amazing how closely connected we are to each other. While sitting at work bored out of my mind An AIM box popped up from a friend of mine with this link in it. I think it could be the feel good movie of the year, it's amazing what a little shawshank music can do.

this just came to me:

shouldn't "sticklers world" be spelled with and apostrophe? shouldn't it be "stickler's world"?

oh jorsh, you may be the oldest, but you never were the brightest!

love always.

cas

Monday, October 03, 2005

My Birthday Extravaganza

So let's just say I drank a lot on my birthday this weekend. Wouldn't you drink a lot as well if you were turning 25. I think so. Quarter Life crisis I think they call it. Especially when the bartenders are your friends and things have a tendency to be free. This story has a great moral lesson, so get ready for it!

I went to the Brass Monkey, The best kareoke bar in Los Angeles. I'm a regular their with my friends (Or as we are known in the kareoke world; "Jenny's Fan Club.")and we always bring down the house with our skills. The night started off great when I was greeted with Birthday Hugs from my favorite Waitress at the Brass Monkey, Jenny. Also I could tell the night was going to be a world wind of events when my friends Drew and Dave found out that the bartenders could make a drink that we all loved during our Indiana Days called the "AMF." For those of you that don't know the drink it stand for "Adios Mother Fucker" and kind of tastes like a blue jolly rancher.

Now singing at the monkey consists of putting your name down on a piece of paper, handing it to Dj, who then puts it at the bottom of a stack of other papers. Unless you are Me and my friends, we go int he VIP stack to the side of the stack, and whenever the DJ feels like it he throws in your song. One of the perks of being a regular. I start off my set with Come Sail Away, which gets lots of groans, but come on people STYX, can anyone say Greatest American Rockband! And I'm pretty good, "I'm sailing away." On this night though I started with Mary Had a Little Little Lamb, becuase their was a TV crew their and everyone wanted me to sing. It was pretty bad.My friends got up and sang, they rocked as usual. Then as "Jenny's Fan Club" we got up and sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart." The whole place went crazy becuase we have turned this into an Art. Especially my friend Dancin' Dave. He is one hell of a Kareoker. But I have gotten off topic, the moral lesson.

I am 25 years old and one would think that with the years behind me I would have learned a thing or two about women. But what I have learned is that I know absolutly nothing at all about them. They confuse me more then anything else. My job can be confusing with the miscommuncation that sometimes occurs, but that just causes a million dollars down the tube here and there. With women it involves emotions, heart ache, body language that I don't get, and my head feeling like somone tied it in a tight knot. So how did I learn this important lesson.

Well like I said I am 25, alcohol tends to make me say the things that I hold back from people. Not because I am not honest, but because I realize the consequences of saying these things when I am not drinking. For example when I threw your present across the room, it had nothing to do with jealousy or being angry. It had more to do with no understanding of what was going on. I mean you left with that guy, and I realize we are not dating at all, we are just friends. But I felt like we were becoming more. All I know is at the beginning when you moved out here, I thought to myself, ok, just be friends with her, you can do this Stickler. But as I got to know you, I realized how great you are. I also realized that I can't shut off feelings. I tried bottling them up and look what happens when I tried to do that. Boom!

So I decided to analyze my friendships with the girls in my life and why they are just my friends. I came to the realization that it has to do with a spark that just doesn't exist, some of them are even really attractive. I just don't feel anything for them but their friendship. What I realized is this is exactly how you feel about me. It hurts but their is nothing I can do to make you change your feelings. I know that, I knew that when I was getting all charged up outside the bar. It's like that old addage:

Harry: What? Can't a man say a woman is attractive without it being a come-on? All right, all right. Let's just say, just for the sake of argument, that it was a come-on. What do you want me to do about it? I take it back, OK? I take it back.
Sally: You can't take it back.
Harry: Why not?
Sally: Because it's already out there.
Harry: Oh jeez. What are we supposed to do? Call the cops? It's already out there!
Sally: Just let it lie, OK?
Harry: Great! Let it lie. That's my policy. (They get into the car.) That's what I always say. Let it lie. Want to spend the night in a motel? (She glares at him.) You see what I did? I didn't let it lie.
Sally: Harry -
Harry: I said I would and I didn't...I went the other way...What?
Sally: We are just going to be friends, OK?
Harry: Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: You only think you do.
Sally: You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry: No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive.
Harry: No, you pretty much want to nail them, too.
Sally: What if they don't want to have sex with you?
Harry: Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that is the end of the story.
Sally: Well, I guess we're not gonna be friends, then.
Harry: Guess not.
Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person that I knew in New York.

So what do I do? I have no idea. But I'm done feeling crappy.

It is time to start the next chapter in my life, I'm 25, I'm single, I'm making headway on my career. Someone out their will like me for me. I just seem to be having trouble finding that person. Oh that damn moral, you ready:

"The Dude Abides...The Dude Abides"

Sunday, October 02, 2005

PS

I know i already called you and told you this... but happy fucking birthday bud. you're half way there, almost 30! ewwwww!
love your lil sis.

i hope your birthday was better than the night before your birthday!

WTF?

so, last night my friends and i went out on the town and hit the jackpot with the bar we found! We not only found the coolest ex-pat hangout in Long Kwai Fong, but they also have this rockin cover band that plays like everything from my youth, dating from like 6 grade with early Green Day and Offspring, to like Robbie Williams to Avril Lavigne! And no shitting, they were like the best fucking cover band i've ever heard, every thing they played was dead on! my friends and i got super drunk and rocked out hard, i think we almost broke the place out into a mosh pit while jumping up and down to Nirvana! i felt like i was at junior high dance, and it was the coolest place to be EVER! so, i think i know where i'm going to be every sunday night hence forth! INSOMNIA: You are the coolest bar ever!!!

the post party ended with my three friends and i deciding it was a swell idea to all sleep in my roomate and my room, so we all climbed into bed at like 5 am and passed out listening to this awesome mix (that i definately pat myself on the back for) that includes a little nick drake, martha wainright, dayna kurtz and early tom waits.. best thing to fall asleep to.

i would like to thank our asian sponsors for the evening, Dominique, Roddick and Edson for taking us out after our two show day.. they rock and like to party hard, so all worked out well for them and us!

i would also like to thank dan, the strange british man we somehow picked up at the mexican bar before we headed over to Insomnia to dance, you were nuts man, and slightly scary, but you were too drunk to notice when Becca and I stole like 10 ciggarettes from you, so Thanks for the smokes!

and of course, thanks to all the people at Insomnia for dancing with us, even though some of you were creepy and much older, it was still a good time, you will provide endless hours of entertaining discussion later today, so for that, thanks.

and finally, once again, my heart goes out to you INSOMNIA-Sunday-night-Cover-Band!!! you are the apple in my eye!