Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Homecoming
You've probably guessed it by now. I've been on a weekend shenanigan writing tip. This past weekend was as non-eventful as a John McCain bowel movement. Wait, unless you count Thursday. The partner in crime of the night, Lilia, wrote a dope and funny piece about her adventures with the narrator of these here weepy blog. Check it out... HERE! She said it best so why say it again.
Friday's post work itinerary included a couple October Fest brews with my castrated primo, a Presidential Debate that nearly bored me if it wasn't for the robot posing as someone's great grandfather with cute little T-Rex arms, a Mediterranean salmon dinner and more brew. I was gently buzzing, hella full and tired by midnight.
My sis and Noah came over on Saturday. We all ate, took naps and watched t.v. into the evening. I don't think I've ever kissed a boy this much. Congrats Noah, you had me at BUUUUURRRRP. Raise that fist playa.
Word came later in the day by way of text message that the 35er would be the spot for the night. Lazy as fuck I still wanted to go. What started off as an ex-B.P. double date turned into an Extended Monte Crew Drinking Convention. The trifecta was in full effect: Mary Jane, Osito Panda and So-Fee-Ah among other Garvey Blvd driving professionals. Good times like ol' times. Flashes of 2003 came and went. Kanye and Chris Martin blasted through the speakers and we were back...
For a couple of hours in the 35er basement I was home again.
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
The night before, my homie Sofia's bro invited my chica and me to his place to watch football on Sunday. I gladly excepted and made the journey to West Co. but not before a stop at my chica's grandma's place for a a classic Mexican breakfast; Chilaquiles, beans, eggs and Heineken Light.
A couple of ice cold Modelo's, a nap and annoying 49er fan chants later we were headed back to L.A. By the way, I thought Raider fans were supposed to be obnoxious idiots and the shithole fans of the NFL? Well, I know of a couple of 49er fans that would make a 100 story elevator ride to the top with Joan Rivers, Donald Trump and the Republican chick from The View seem like a vacation. I thought I was watching the game with the most annoying kid from high school. Wait, I was watching the game with the most annoying kid from high school. Funny thing, the Bronco fan is my favorite of the bunch.
Eh, maybe it was eventful.
On to tonight. I don't think I've ever seen soo many Dodgers hats on people that shouldn't be wearing hats.
Go Dodgers!
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flattery consumes me. much love for the shout-out kid. i fancied this piece, probably the first i've read that doesn't indulge the Monte nostalgia... on that note, i believe a "congrats" is in order. as you so captively put it... "chido".
By the way, Noah is waaayyy too cute to be related to you. I kid.;P
I oh so look forward to your next piece.
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By the way, Noah is waaayyy too cute to be related to you. I kid.;P
I oh so look forward to your next piece.
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