Part 2

Four events over two days continued...

(Way late in posting the conclusion. Too busy to write these days)

February 4Th was a day of high and lows. I woke up early that Thursday because the Home wrecker and I planned to go a Dodger event that was being held at Canter's Deli off of Fairfax. The organization promised a cavalcade of stars both current and former but truthfully, everybody came to meet Russell Martin, serve lunch to everyone that was there during lunch hour. After that you could take pictures and get autographs as well. We started the day as we normally do and enjoyed a nice and short drive. As we did the requisite drive by to check out the scene we noticed that there was a a line of about five fans. Seeing as there was no rush, she decided to park on a side street and do her make up. Time passed, and we headed to join the line. The highlight of the wait was when a homeless person started tripping on Dodger nation for crowding the side walk. Soon after that the line started moving and we were shown to our seats. After a bowl of delicious chicken noodle soup, and a awesome introduction to potato pancakes, the boys in blue finally arrived. everyone except Russell. I think he was ushered in enclosed in a glass case or something because he had more security with him than the pope. I know it's because he's the best catcher in the NL, but I think it had to do with the fact that there were a heavy constituency of female Russell fans in the house. As we waited for him, I had my picture taken with James Loney. Not the most personable of fellows, but nevertheless one of my favorites. Then, the man of the hour arrived. Home wrecker and I were among the first to approach him. He signed my shirt and then signed her arms. Things couldn't be better right?

Like a good little geek, I turned on my laptop as soon as I stepped into the door. I was horrified to learn that Lux has died. For those that don't know Lux was the lead singer of the Cramps, a very important band for anyone who likes good music. The Cramps were responsible for connecting me to my cousin Cynthia. She had the "Bad music for bad people" poster. I was about five when I saw that poster and was intrigued by it's weird and intriguing message. The Cramps also introduced me to the concept of Newcastle in a can. The Narc and I went to see them one day and were awestruck by this strange and fascinating concept.It's a story that still gets told in certain circles to this day. And finally the Cramps are going to forever remind me of the most tumultuous relationship I've ever been in. Just as recent as that morning, the home wrecker and I were blasting Garbageman (like the good Cramps fans that were are) on the 101 and when we got off we discussed about which dead celebrity we would love to have a drink with. We fired back and fourth the usual names and we couldn't come up with an answer. (It was then that I also learned that she wasn't a fan of Sinatra but that's a whole other story for another day.) I was the one who broke the news to her and later on that day I got a text saying "Well now I know who I'll have that drink with."

STAY SICK Lux.

Part 1

Four events over two days...

Tuesday saw the 50th anniversary of "The Day The Music Died". Now I know what you're thinking, this is going to be another "generic Rockabilly tribute" to Buddy. Well I'm happy to say that it's not. All I want to offer is this little nugget of information about me and why I'll always miss Buddy. During the early nineties in SoCal Oldies 93.1 FM (now known as Jack FM) was one of Pop's favorite radio stations and he would always blast the radio while he was working on whatever car happened to be in our driveway at the time. This one time I remember him working on his white Toyota and Buddy Holly's Peggy Sue came on. Right away, my little little 8 or 9 year old mine became enamored with this song's catchy hook and wicked drumbeat. I loved it's simplicity and quite honestly it was something I could dance to. I asked him who it was and after he told he had a look of approval on his face. It was one of the first times I can recall where I felt great to be cool in my Dad's eyes. It also started a awesome journey of musical discovery that to this day hasn't stopped.

Tuesday was also host to a Dodger rally/autograph event at LA Live. It was also the first time my little cousin and I had bonded in quite sometime. After a short trip into Downtown we arrived to our destination. We saw that the higher ups made you choose what Dodgers you wanted to meet that day. For example, you could meet Fernando but if you did that, you couldn't meet Ethier. Fucking gyp right? But seeing as how I don't get a boner for Fernando like every other Angeleno I was cool with it. The only casualty of war was on Tommy Davis. He's my fifth favorite Dodger of all time. Another cool thing that happened was when we were leaving Charley Steiner from the radio team walked right by us. You know, he's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. We snapped a couple pics and were off to dinner at Olvera St. You should of seen the excitement of this kid as we entered the 7th Subway station. (It was his first time)-"That's what she said" (cheap joke) But it was his comment of this being one of the best days he's had in awhile made me smile. Truly a good day had by all.

One Down Eleven to go

January has come and left. Some newly discovered concepts and points of interest include a kick ass recipe for grilling Chile Rellenos on an outdoor charcoal BBQ, a 24 hour bowling alley in Huntington Park, a mixture of Southern Comfort and Jager doesn't sit too well in my stomach, the little Italian Restaurant by Pop's work isn't half bad, the Screamer will never grow up, and Dodger penny pinching is at an all time high. (No Manny, and no love for Either. Next stop arbitration) Oh well at least I'm not dead and UCLA basketball is competitive. Next stop February.

My 27th Spirit Formation Anniversary

Well I called it. In my previous post I revealed that every year on my birthday something memorable happens. This year was no different. It started off with my friends and I catching a super secret double feature of Batman Begins and The Dark Knight at Universal City IMAX. As an added bonus we each suck in a bottle of his or hers favorite alcoholic beverage. As the movie played on the level of intoxication rises and by the end of Begins we run out of booze. (Well not me I still had a pint of Jack. I didn't wanna share.) As luck would have it a buddy of mine (the Tooth) was getting off of work when the first movie ended and being he was only a quick jog up the 101 he decided to take me to get reinforcements.

By the time all was said and done I was drunk. It was 2am and the rest of Citywalk had emptied out her drunks and miscreants. All of us decided to rendezvous near Cal St. LA and crack open a few more bottles. The Tooth said he had a bunch of Pozole at his house so we would stop by and take some back for everyone else. As we entered the on ramp onto the 101 (the one near the In-n-out) something happened. I guess it was a combo of rain soaked pavement and the Tooth pushing the speed limit (he wasn't drinking) but whatever the case may be we got into a little fender bender. We slid and hit the guard rail and did a 180. My leg was slightly bruised and the truck received some damage, but the real causality was my buzz.

Being the committed goon that he is. we carried on and drank until the sun came up on Friday morning. The celebration carried over to the final two days. Nothing else really happened. I got to drink 100% free on Sat. in Whitter and my buddy gave me a kick ass UCLA beanie and Dodger mug. It's not that I'm unappreciative or anything like that but it's kinda cool that I cheated death once again. Maybe I do have the Force after all...

Obama, Chick Flicks, and Kobe's 81

It sure has been hectic in the world lately hasn't it? Personally I can say that I have been drunk,tipsy,or what ever way you want to put it,more days than I have been sober in 2009. Along the way I have some thoughts about current and on going events:

*On Obama: Okay I'll admit, I usually vote Republican. Usually this annoys some people and I get reminded of my political preferences in the most inopportune time. But ever since he gave that speech at the DNC he's sort of changed me. Some of my closest friends still can't believe I voted for him. Today's events really put things into perspective. To see our country come together to watch our 44th president be sworn in was truly history in the making. Yet again my bitch ass shed a tear. Special day indeed.

*Chick flicks: Speaking of tears I have this theory that every guy has a secret chick flick that he secretly likes. I mean everyone has a musician or band that they secretly like but they wont admit to, so this theory isn't too far off. My belief in that was strengthened when I was informed that one of the scariest looking dudes I've ever met (think of a mix of John Favreau and Bane)gets a huge boner for the movie Jersey Girl. Anything's possible I guess. (for the record my fave chick flick is a tie between Love Actually and Steel Magnolia's. I blame the latter on my Madre.)

*On Manny: What is with the lag? SIGN HIM NOW!!!

*On my b-day: Every January 22nd for the past three years something eventful has happened. 2006 saw Kobe score 81. 2007 had the official news that Rage Against The Machine was reuniting at Coachella and 2008 brought the unfortunate and untimely death of Heath Ledger. But usually it's just an excuse to drink for two weeks straight. I don't think anything will happen this year and quite honestly I'm fine with that. Like the great Sam Cooke once sang "A Change is Gonna Come".

Thank God it's finally here.

Bedtime

I had a unusually productive shower tonight. Lately I have been questioning the validity of some relationships and I realize sometimes I put too much stock on all the little random signs that one gets every now and then. (i.e. stupid little things like certain songs, the mention of that name in the most unlikely of places, and other things of that nature) Call me stupid but I used to be a big believer in signs and coincidence. Still sort of am although it kind of shames me to admit it. Guess that's the Madre in me.

Supposedly wisdom comes with age and experience. Although I may not have the age, I do consider myself to have a (excuse the vulgarity ) butt load of experience. Thanks to my infamous wild streak, eternal love of booze, countless hours spent in the proverbial punk rock/rockabilly scene, and general contempt for all those in charge, I think I have put myself in situations where much life experience was gained. But now I'm getting off track.

Point is I'm starting to move away from believing in coincidence to "just the facts mam". Is that bad? Am I becoming colder? This is probably just another rung on the ol' ladder of maturity but in a way this kind of saddens me.

Maybe I think too damn much?

An Admission of Sorts

Films that have made some sort of salty, watery, discharge leak out from my eyes

*Return of the Jedi
*Beauty and the Beast
*Schindler's List
*Million Dollar Baby
*Philadelphia

Now you can add Gran Torino to that list.

If you don't think I am a bitch and are not disgusted by this revelation, then I would hope you will take my advice and go see this movie. If you think otherwise I guess you really don't think much at all do you ?