VIVA LAS VEGAS!

neil sent me a text on monday sayin, "vegas tomorrow (tuesday)?" i half way thought he was joking until i saw inter-web remnants of him wandering the strip (ie: fights and "nice smelling t-shirts"). he was a persistent little fish and asked me again on tuesday, "you should convince papa dave to come to vegas tomorrow (wednesday)..." i sat in my towel, fresh from a shower with wet hair and all, pondering what bad could come from this idea? little crossed my mind and i actually thought this could be a REALLY good thing for all of us.

so what did dave and i do? WE DROVE TO VEGAS AT 9 AM YESTERDAY! bada bing, bada boom. we arrive to the party at 1pm with plans to leave at 6am. to make a long story short: 18 hours seemed like a weekend, mike law loves to party, i get emo sometimes, dave knows how to fucking gamble, neil loves getting rough with lamp shades, vegas is the definition of desperate and ive never seen so many bros in my LIFE. needless to say we evacuated that shit hole at 6am, THIS MORNING, making it home by 10. i waltzed into my 12 o'clock meeting like last night never happened.

lesson learned: SORRY FOR PARTYING! im out like a trout - neil talk.

box eight/shake the dust.

on thursday i went to dave and neils show at box eight. it was an awesome night and the group was sooo posi. i think we all left with sore jaws from laughing so hard. i managed to say numerous things that ended up sounding so stoops the next morning. my personal fave, " neil, phil... how awesome would it be if you had a SECOND sister named kali?!"






ohhh otis.

the trip was polished off with an early morning trip to swingers. i forgot about their "hardcore soy shake" but was uber haps to chug one down in about 2 minutes flat. since then ive been making my own versions at home - you should try it out!

"swingers hardcore soy shake"
-4 ice cubes
-1/2 cup soy milk
-a spoonful of peanut butter
-half of a banana
-a good squirt of chocolate syrup

blend away and enjoy a SERIOUSLY yummy treat that is way lower in calories than your average shake.

xo

punk is definitely NOT dead.

i guess i owe this blog a bit of attention.

my head has so many thoughts to compose [and send to my fingertips to type] except its all coagulating in this messy mushpot. i kind of like it. it has been a bizarre few weeks. i feel like a nomad wondering the serpent-like california freeways each day. i kind of like that too. ive been living out of bags, cars, suitcases and friends houses. i REALLY like that.

the downside to all of this is that my existing home base is in the middle of nowhere, highland california. it is an enormous hive of track homes that are covered in so much stucco i feel like im gonna get a raspberry just glancing at them! ive always lived in old homes. creaky floors and dirty grout kinda sealed the deal in the creature comfort department for me. now im trying to get used to this clean stucco life and im not quite sure its punk enough. when i come home and the "anna's" have washed, dried and folded my once white/now purple underwear i cant help but cringe a little... it makes me want to lay some sort of obscenity around the room im staying in, for pure shock value of course. c'est la vie!

here are some photos from the past week or so:





papa dave post softball game. (i wish i had taken a photo with karissa!)






hung with ea dudes... jimmie made *brownies!



lucy & jeremy! (gah, i wish i wouldve centered this)



ason and i playing (df//holga).



and last but not least my GODSON ason. what a heart breaker.




until i get a scanner, thats all for now.