i don't know what it is lately, i simply don't have the party in me. came home from work on friday and basically chilled the entire night. cooked dinner or maybe it was just cheese and crackers, had a beer and watched some television. saturday was pretty much the same thing. i tried my hardest to motivate myself into going out for the evening but to no avail. i even received phone calls from friends and ended up talking them into staying home. between traffic and trying to find a parking spot in west hollywood when you know every queen within a 50 mile radius was going to be out, i just couldn't bring myself to do it. so once again i stayed home alone and watched television. no wonder i'm single and haven't met anyone yet. get off your ass jerky and meet someone already. there's always next week.
sunday turned out to be a very nice day. got up early and cleaned the house a bit. took max to the dog park in silverlake. met a really hot guy who had a female boxer named "roxy" but unfortunately he was wearing a wedding ring. damn i hate when that happens. so i let max play and play until he finally tuckered himself out. headed home and chilled with max for awhile. then off to the tonglisle's for dinner. made a quick stop at ralph's for wine, flowers, and something sweet for desert. let me just say that in case you haven't heard, haagen daz now has creme brulee ice cream. oh yeah they do. if creme brulee could be a song it would definitely be "my jam" (see previous post). so i gather up my groceries, head to the checkstand and of course i don't have my little club card with me. i hate carrying those things, and i don't like the little ones on my key chain so i usually just give them my phone #. well for some reason it's not taking my phone #, i don't know. anyway the woman at the checkstand keeps asking for the card. i explain that i don't have it on me etc etc etc. so usually they just take a card and swipe it. not her, she rings up everything and then proceeds to tell me that if i had my card i would've saved $6. thanks bitch! just pissed. i hate simple minded people.
so i show up at the tonglisle's and jt is in the kitchen putting the final touches on our dinner. i give her the flowers which she separates into two vases. we chat and pour a couple glasses of wine while we wait for ducats to get home. ducats is across the street working out at gold's and has promised to be home by 6:15. when he gets home he takes a quick shower and joins us in the kitchen. jt fixes our plates and we sit down to eat. jt has made what she calls braised beef, with potatoes, carrots, and celery, slow cooked in the ALL CLAD crock pot. I calls it pot roast but whatever you want to call it, it was slammin'! it was so good ducats and i had two big plates full. she also made polenta which was just as slammin'! the meal was awesome. i love when jt cooks 'cause she really gets into it. we topped it off with desert. ducats made a sundae with vanilla, nuts and bananas. i had the creme brulee, and jt had vanilla with chocolate syrup. we were all stuffed at this point. we settled into the living room to finish watching the late football game between the bills and patriots. i swear, that tom brady is one fine boy. after the patriots won by some very piss poor calls by the ref we switched over to the last half of napolean dynamite. just in time to see "the skit." so classic. i finally see why everyone went so gaga over this indie film. the shit is ridiculous.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
what's goin' on?
whew, what a week. and with that i've been neglecting my blog which is disappointing to say the least. work has been crazy. don't get me wrong, i love what i do but this is crunch time and there are a lot of things that need to get done and there are not enough hours in the day to complete them.
in a nutshell these are the past weeks haps!
- we won our softball game last wednesday.
- friday night went to tony and damon's for an amazing spaghetti dinner avec wine. was home and in bed by 10pm.
- saturday night went to meredy's and had dinner with her and tricia. we drank wine and danced around the house to old 80's and 90's favorites, taking turns as dj with the ipod.
- sunday was a day of watching movies on the couch. best day of the week.
- this week i've just been swamped with work so i've been pretty low key.
- lost our softball game this week. actually got our asses handed to us. we f'n suck.
- it's friday and i'm dead tired so i don't know if i'll even be able to party tonight, although i could sure use a jack and coke. damn that sounds good.
on a lighter note, the following was sent to me by a dear friend. this is some funny ass shit. it's a little grainy and cuts in and out a little but it is well worth it.
peace out!
in a nutshell these are the past weeks haps!
- we won our softball game last wednesday.
- friday night went to tony and damon's for an amazing spaghetti dinner avec wine. was home and in bed by 10pm.
- saturday night went to meredy's and had dinner with her and tricia. we drank wine and danced around the house to old 80's and 90's favorites, taking turns as dj with the ipod.
- sunday was a day of watching movies on the couch. best day of the week.
- this week i've just been swamped with work so i've been pretty low key.
- lost our softball game this week. actually got our asses handed to us. we f'n suck.
- it's friday and i'm dead tired so i don't know if i'll even be able to party tonight, although i could sure use a jack and coke. damn that sounds good.
on a lighter note, the following was sent to me by a dear friend. this is some funny ass shit. it's a little grainy and cuts in and out a little but it is well worth it.
peace out!
Friday, October 21, 2005
love me some netflix
now that i commute to work by train i decided to give netflix a try. let me just say that i love me some netflix. not only can you choose from a huge library but it is so convenient and quick. i can usually watch a movie a day, half on the way to work, the other half on the way home. last night i started a new movie "Closer" with Julia Roberts, Jude Law, Natalie Portman, and Clive Owen. now i don't know if you will agree with me or not, and frankly i don't care, but Clive Owen has got to be one of the hottest men the acting world or any other world for that matter has ever seen. he is a truly a Hottie McHotster. and i guess what i love about him is that he is just so manly which lends to his sex appeal. he's also got beautiful hands and feet (sorry, it's a slight fetish for me). i've actually seen him in several movies and he's an outstanding actor. and i don't know what they were thinking but Clive definitely should have been the next 007. i had heard mixed reviews about Closer and although it was a little different, i did enjoy the film. i guess it also didn't hurt that Clive was one of the stars. Clive you can ring my bell any day of the week!
Monday, October 17, 2005
fun filled weekend!!!
The weekend was pretty fun filled if I do say so myself, and I do.
Friday - I had missed the train that morning so after trying to catch the train to no avail I ended up driving. And for those of you who know Southern California, the freeways are an absolute nightmare on Fridays. Luckily for me, I was able to carpool with one of my coworkers and we actually made it in an hour and a half rather than the three hours expected. Anyway after dropping him off at Union Station I headed to the pet store to pick up a few groceries for Max. I swear the pet store has become Whole Paycheck, or Costco for that matter. You know the old $100 dollar trick. I walked out of there and was dumbfounded that I had just spent $130 on pet supplies. Now I love my dog to death but damn. After getting home and unpacking my dog groceries I decided to call my buddy Fava to see if he wanted to go out. Of course he did so we met at the Abbey. The evening was going pretty well until I spotted one of my little crushes. You want to talk a about a tall drink of water. I'm 6'4" and he's about 6'9" which you don't come across very often. His name is Dave. Well I mentioned this to Fava who of course was intrigued. I donÂ’t think that he was attracted to Dave but he couldn't wait to chat him up. So I head over to bar to get us another round and Fava makes a B line over to Dave. I could see them through the mirror behind the bar. I get the drinks and head over to them. Fava introduces me to Dave and as soon as he opens his mouth I'm dumbfounded. How can a man this handsome have a voice like this. He sounded like Peter Brady when his voice was changing. I just wanted him to shushy. Don't say another word you just ruined it. And I don't know if I'd classify this as a cock block or not but it was in the neighborhood. IÂ’m keeping my mouth shut from now on. The rest of the evening was a bust. I love me some Abbey but I think we need to find a new spot.
Saturday - Grachie calls and wants to meet to do a little shopping. So I meet her in Hollywood at a shoe store sheÂ’s in love with. Of course I canÂ’t find a damn thing. I decided to head down to another store, and another, and another, each time calling Grachie to see how she is doing. For me it was one of those days when you want to spend a little money and find something new to wear for the evening but can't find a damn thing. When you don't have any money you can find everything you need. We end up meeting at a little restaurant on 3rd called Dough Boys. OMG was it good. I ordered a Caprese sandwich and a bowl of clam chowder. The bowl of chowder was enormous. It came in a serving bowl that could have fed four people easily. I kept telling Grachie that I didn't feel as if I was denting the bowl, there was so much chowder. I loved it but I had to give up. We then headed over to the Beverly Center to see if we could find anything there. I struck gold. I ended up finding two pairs of jeans, a really cool shirt and a pair of boots.
Saturnight - I headed over to Tricia's to pick her up and bring her to her birthday party in Beverly Hills. So I'm dressed in my new jeans and shirt avec boots and am thinking I look pretty nice this evening. I had even mentioned to Grachie earlier that if couldn't find a man in this outfit I would never catch one. I pick up Tricia and she pays me a really nice compliment about what I have on. Again I mention that if I can't find a man tonight, I'm giving up. So we drive to the party and park. As we are coming out of the parking structure we run into two brotha's. One of them comments to me, "man, you gots you some style!" He mumbles on about this and that but basically paid me a really nice compliment. I thank him and Tricia's rolling at this point. We go into the bar "Backstage Pass" and I belly up to the bar to get a few drinks. As I'm standing there the bar manager is making up some concoction for someone and ends up spattering a drink all over me and the new shirt. I just about died. The night was a blast though. We partied like rock stars and had some great laughs. All the fun was over though when it was time to leave and told that the parking garage closed at 12am, it was now like 2am. So I'm running around trying to figure out how I'm going to rescue the car. Grachie had done the same thing abut was able to find us a way in. She ended up moving the cones and we were able to drive the cars out. I swear, what would I do if I didn't have my Grachie?
Sunday - I had invited 11 people over for Tricia's birthday dinner. We had a good crowd. Tricia was a little hung but she was able to pull it out. I think everyone was most excited for the dinner which consisted of my famous fried chicken, collard greens, mac and cheese, and cornbread. We had plenty of wine and great conversation. The only sad part was that I had invited my doggy day care owner crush and he evidently forgot about it. He works very hard and rarely gets any time off so I do believe him although I was a little dissapointed never the less. He left a msg the next day to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Although I haven't spoken to him yet he is definitely forgiven. He's too damn cute not to forgive. And I want another chance to woo him again with my cooking. I swear I'm a freak. It probably was a good thing though because Fava didn't get a chance to cock block me this time. Everyone was gone by about 9:30 and I was passed out by 10. And I look at it this way, there's always next evening!
Friday - I had missed the train that morning so after trying to catch the train to no avail I ended up driving. And for those of you who know Southern California, the freeways are an absolute nightmare on Fridays. Luckily for me, I was able to carpool with one of my coworkers and we actually made it in an hour and a half rather than the three hours expected. Anyway after dropping him off at Union Station I headed to the pet store to pick up a few groceries for Max. I swear the pet store has become Whole Paycheck, or Costco for that matter. You know the old $100 dollar trick. I walked out of there and was dumbfounded that I had just spent $130 on pet supplies. Now I love my dog to death but damn. After getting home and unpacking my dog groceries I decided to call my buddy Fava to see if he wanted to go out. Of course he did so we met at the Abbey. The evening was going pretty well until I spotted one of my little crushes. You want to talk a about a tall drink of water. I'm 6'4" and he's about 6'9" which you don't come across very often. His name is Dave. Well I mentioned this to Fava who of course was intrigued. I donÂ’t think that he was attracted to Dave but he couldn't wait to chat him up. So I head over to bar to get us another round and Fava makes a B line over to Dave. I could see them through the mirror behind the bar. I get the drinks and head over to them. Fava introduces me to Dave and as soon as he opens his mouth I'm dumbfounded. How can a man this handsome have a voice like this. He sounded like Peter Brady when his voice was changing. I just wanted him to shushy. Don't say another word you just ruined it. And I don't know if I'd classify this as a cock block or not but it was in the neighborhood. IÂ’m keeping my mouth shut from now on. The rest of the evening was a bust. I love me some Abbey but I think we need to find a new spot.
Saturday - Grachie calls and wants to meet to do a little shopping. So I meet her in Hollywood at a shoe store sheÂ’s in love with. Of course I canÂ’t find a damn thing. I decided to head down to another store, and another, and another, each time calling Grachie to see how she is doing. For me it was one of those days when you want to spend a little money and find something new to wear for the evening but can't find a damn thing. When you don't have any money you can find everything you need. We end up meeting at a little restaurant on 3rd called Dough Boys. OMG was it good. I ordered a Caprese sandwich and a bowl of clam chowder. The bowl of chowder was enormous. It came in a serving bowl that could have fed four people easily. I kept telling Grachie that I didn't feel as if I was denting the bowl, there was so much chowder. I loved it but I had to give up. We then headed over to the Beverly Center to see if we could find anything there. I struck gold. I ended up finding two pairs of jeans, a really cool shirt and a pair of boots.
Saturnight - I headed over to Tricia's to pick her up and bring her to her birthday party in Beverly Hills. So I'm dressed in my new jeans and shirt avec boots and am thinking I look pretty nice this evening. I had even mentioned to Grachie earlier that if couldn't find a man in this outfit I would never catch one. I pick up Tricia and she pays me a really nice compliment about what I have on. Again I mention that if I can't find a man tonight, I'm giving up. So we drive to the party and park. As we are coming out of the parking structure we run into two brotha's. One of them comments to me, "man, you gots you some style!" He mumbles on about this and that but basically paid me a really nice compliment. I thank him and Tricia's rolling at this point. We go into the bar "Backstage Pass" and I belly up to the bar to get a few drinks. As I'm standing there the bar manager is making up some concoction for someone and ends up spattering a drink all over me and the new shirt. I just about died. The night was a blast though. We partied like rock stars and had some great laughs. All the fun was over though when it was time to leave and told that the parking garage closed at 12am, it was now like 2am. So I'm running around trying to figure out how I'm going to rescue the car. Grachie had done the same thing abut was able to find us a way in. She ended up moving the cones and we were able to drive the cars out. I swear, what would I do if I didn't have my Grachie?
Sunday - I had invited 11 people over for Tricia's birthday dinner. We had a good crowd. Tricia was a little hung but she was able to pull it out. I think everyone was most excited for the dinner which consisted of my famous fried chicken, collard greens, mac and cheese, and cornbread. We had plenty of wine and great conversation. The only sad part was that I had invited my doggy day care owner crush and he evidently forgot about it. He works very hard and rarely gets any time off so I do believe him although I was a little dissapointed never the less. He left a msg the next day to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Although I haven't spoken to him yet he is definitely forgiven. He's too damn cute not to forgive. And I want another chance to woo him again with my cooking. I swear I'm a freak. It probably was a good thing though because Fava didn't get a chance to cock block me this time. Everyone was gone by about 9:30 and I was passed out by 10. And I look at it this way, there's always next evening!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
bring on the firemen
I play on my company’s softball team and surprisingly we pulled out another win on Wednesday night. The team is fun but when it comes down to it we suck. You’d think that working for an athletic company you would be able to find a few athletes who can play softball. It’s not a hard sport, and the fundamentals are pretty easy. Our problem lays with many a team I’ve played for in the past, its coed. Now don’t get me wrong, I love women, but when it comes to softball they need to be half way decent. But the trouble doesn’t start there; we’ve got a few guys on the team who have a few issues. Can you say “field the ball?” And aside from that we rarely have an even number of men and women which ends up hurting us. In the league we play in we play with 10 players, five men and five women. However we are usually short one guy because they don’t show up. So we end up with less hitting power and a whole in the field. And because of the crazy rules in the league we play in, we can only have one more female player than the number of guys in the field. So if we’re short a guy we have to field 5 and 4 rather than the 5 and 5.
My friends especially the gay ones always tease me about playing sports, I guess they think I’m trying to act straight or something. I’ve played sports my entire life and am not bad. If I do say do myself. I made an unassisted triple play last week, and it just so happened that the company President was at our game. He had already spread the news before I got into work the next day. When you’re gay and you know everyone already knows it but aren’t quite sure, it doesn’t hurt to be a little athletic, especially in my line of work. The old boy’s network is alive and kicking. I enjoy playing and it’s a good way to feel like I’m part of the team. Can you say promotion? I also enjoy playing volleyball, tennis, and football. Oh, and the best part of the game was that a girl on the other team that was being a little cocky got a little too excited and tripped over first base and broke her ankle. So of course the EMT and Firemen had to come to the rescue. Let’s just say it’s always a good day when you get to see a handsome fireman.
My friends especially the gay ones always tease me about playing sports, I guess they think I’m trying to act straight or something. I’ve played sports my entire life and am not bad. If I do say do myself. I made an unassisted triple play last week, and it just so happened that the company President was at our game. He had already spread the news before I got into work the next day. When you’re gay and you know everyone already knows it but aren’t quite sure, it doesn’t hurt to be a little athletic, especially in my line of work. The old boy’s network is alive and kicking. I enjoy playing and it’s a good way to feel like I’m part of the team. Can you say promotion? I also enjoy playing volleyball, tennis, and football. Oh, and the best part of the game was that a girl on the other team that was being a little cocky got a little too excited and tripped over first base and broke her ankle. So of course the EMT and Firemen had to come to the rescue. Let’s just say it’s always a good day when you get to see a handsome fireman.
Monday, October 10, 2005
weekend update....
well, let's see what happened over the weekend.
friday night i came home from work, fed max, and then headed over to grachie's to do laundry and watch a movie. so i thought. when i get over there grachie is entertaining an old male friend she hasn't seen in years. i put a load in the washing machine and then head to the store to fetch a little more wine and something to eat. when i returned we had a few glasses of wine and then headed off to The Cave to meet up with a friend of grachie's long lost friend. he was trying to set her up. so we all chatted and drank, and drank, and drank. when about 1:30am rolled around i was seriously whooped. i let the group know i had to go to bed, 5am during the week is an ass kicker. and gotta love The Cave, it's literally just blocks from my house which i love. reminded me of my days in Santa Monica and the Circle Bar.
saturday morning i get up and unpack a few more boxes. i tell ya i have more shit than i know what to do with. i checked emails, and then checked a dating site i'm listed on. i had a little msg waiting for me. i open the msg and all it says is "are you uncut?" not hello, you're kinda cute, i like your smile, i love bald men, just "are you uncut?" so after debating whether or not to respond i send a send a simple "sorry, no!" so i finish up around the house and head over to grachie's (she lives just a few minutes away) to finish the laundry i had started the night before. i proceed to tell her about the msg. her response was classic. "oh my god, i can't believe that, what a jerk, how dare he, it's ok you don't need him anyway!" we laugh about it and go on about the day. she's got errands to run and i need to finish the laundry as we have friends to meet in a few hours for cocktails.
i finish the laundry, head home to shower and change and head back over to pick up grachie. as we're in the car driving to The Standard downtown for drinks on the roof (great place to have a drink), we start chatting and somehow we're talking about the uncut email. grachie says to me, "so did he see a picture of your chest or something?" of course i bust out laughing like nobody's business. i had mentioned to her before that a lot of gay men are obsessed with body image etc so she assumed this is what he was referring to. when i explained that he was referring to my penis i thought she was going to die. the gasp that she made was out of this world. she proceeded to go off even more this time. i just laughed, it's all i could do.
we get to the roof and meet jt and ducats and a bunch of others sitting on sofa's in the roof top bar. it was such a beautiful day. we met some new folks and just chilled for about three hours or so. then the four of us headed down to Pete's Bar and Grill for some dinner. food was okay this time but the service was lacking. i don't know if it was the fact that we had been drinking so we were impatient or that the service was just bad. i definitely go back but i will certainly be cautious. after dinner we said our goodbye's and grachie and i headed to west hollywood to a bbq of some guy she met on craigslist. i was to be her wingman. everyone at the bbq was pretty nice except the craigslist guy. don't get me wrong, he was a nice guy, but didn't talk to grachie at all. tricia and her friend stephanie showed up at the bbq (we needed reinforcements) which was cool. mr. craigslist finally started chatting towards the end of the night but by that time i was done. we had left his house to go to a bar around the corned called Jones with whoever was left at the bbq. so tricia is chatting up this little tiny gymnast guy (tiny tumbler II) which is killing me because she's 6' tall. and craigslist is finally having a conversation with grachie. i'm drunk and tired and had to excuse myself. i headed back to the car and went to sleep. the girls showed up awhile later and grachie drove us home. we'll see about this craigslist guy, but the verdict is still out.
the best part of the night aside from getting to see jt and ducats (absolutely love them), party with grachie and tricia (dangerous these two), was getting to meet stephanie (new BFF). oh yeah, and there was a hottie at the bbq that left early. i think i may have to get grachie to work mr. craigslist for his number. mr. craigslist might be good for something after all.
friday night i came home from work, fed max, and then headed over to grachie's to do laundry and watch a movie. so i thought. when i get over there grachie is entertaining an old male friend she hasn't seen in years. i put a load in the washing machine and then head to the store to fetch a little more wine and something to eat. when i returned we had a few glasses of wine and then headed off to The Cave to meet up with a friend of grachie's long lost friend. he was trying to set her up. so we all chatted and drank, and drank, and drank. when about 1:30am rolled around i was seriously whooped. i let the group know i had to go to bed, 5am during the week is an ass kicker. and gotta love The Cave, it's literally just blocks from my house which i love. reminded me of my days in Santa Monica and the Circle Bar.
saturday morning i get up and unpack a few more boxes. i tell ya i have more shit than i know what to do with. i checked emails, and then checked a dating site i'm listed on. i had a little msg waiting for me. i open the msg and all it says is "are you uncut?" not hello, you're kinda cute, i like your smile, i love bald men, just "are you uncut?" so after debating whether or not to respond i send a send a simple "sorry, no!" so i finish up around the house and head over to grachie's (she lives just a few minutes away) to finish the laundry i had started the night before. i proceed to tell her about the msg. her response was classic. "oh my god, i can't believe that, what a jerk, how dare he, it's ok you don't need him anyway!" we laugh about it and go on about the day. she's got errands to run and i need to finish the laundry as we have friends to meet in a few hours for cocktails.
i finish the laundry, head home to shower and change and head back over to pick up grachie. as we're in the car driving to The Standard downtown for drinks on the roof (great place to have a drink), we start chatting and somehow we're talking about the uncut email. grachie says to me, "so did he see a picture of your chest or something?" of course i bust out laughing like nobody's business. i had mentioned to her before that a lot of gay men are obsessed with body image etc so she assumed this is what he was referring to. when i explained that he was referring to my penis i thought she was going to die. the gasp that she made was out of this world. she proceeded to go off even more this time. i just laughed, it's all i could do.
we get to the roof and meet jt and ducats and a bunch of others sitting on sofa's in the roof top bar. it was such a beautiful day. we met some new folks and just chilled for about three hours or so. then the four of us headed down to Pete's Bar and Grill for some dinner. food was okay this time but the service was lacking. i don't know if it was the fact that we had been drinking so we were impatient or that the service was just bad. i definitely go back but i will certainly be cautious. after dinner we said our goodbye's and grachie and i headed to west hollywood to a bbq of some guy she met on craigslist. i was to be her wingman. everyone at the bbq was pretty nice except the craigslist guy. don't get me wrong, he was a nice guy, but didn't talk to grachie at all. tricia and her friend stephanie showed up at the bbq (we needed reinforcements) which was cool. mr. craigslist finally started chatting towards the end of the night but by that time i was done. we had left his house to go to a bar around the corned called Jones with whoever was left at the bbq. so tricia is chatting up this little tiny gymnast guy (tiny tumbler II) which is killing me because she's 6' tall. and craigslist is finally having a conversation with grachie. i'm drunk and tired and had to excuse myself. i headed back to the car and went to sleep. the girls showed up awhile later and grachie drove us home. we'll see about this craigslist guy, but the verdict is still out.
the best part of the night aside from getting to see jt and ducats (absolutely love them), party with grachie and tricia (dangerous these two), was getting to meet stephanie (new BFF). oh yeah, and there was a hottie at the bbq that left early. i think i may have to get grachie to work mr. craigslist for his number. mr. craigslist might be good for something after all.
Friday, October 07, 2005
that's my jam!!!!!
On the train today the “air guitar” guy was rockin’ out again as usual. Our eyes caught each other a few times and I just had to smile. It’s really funny to see someone who is really into their music but I know exactly how he feels. There are just those songs that just hit you in a way that you can’t control your actions. I’ve been a huge music fan for as long as I can remember. Watching the “air guitar” guy this morning reminded me of something I do. I am known by just about everyone I know for saying “that’s my jam!” They have all told me more than once that I can’t have that many jams, to which I’ve replied "oh but yes you can." So what constitutes a “jam” you ask? Well, if it gets me singing, snapping my fingers, and grooving to the beat, then that’s a “jam!”
Here are a few of my “jams”, you’ll see what I mean. If you don’t have these on your Ipod or in your Itunes, I suggest you get them pronto, you can thank me later.
• Cheryl Lynn – To be real – hands down probably my all time favorite song
• Janet Jackson – Pleasure Principle – nuff said
• Michael Jackson – P.Y.T. - although the Off the Wall album is his best ever, this song off of the Thriller album can’t be beat for me
• George Michael – Freedom 90 – don’t hate George is the shit
• Prince – I wanna be your lover – his first hit, and my favorite
• The Emotions – Best of my love
• Teena Marie – Square Biz – this tiny little white woman has got some serious soul
• KC and the Sunshine Band – Party – my favorite skating tune
• Sugar Hill Gang – Apache Rap – my favorite rap song
• Snoop Dogg w/Pharrell – Beautiful
• Armand Van Helden – You don’t even know me
• Jamiroquai – Canned Heat
• Aretha Franklin – Chain of Fools
• Prince – Housequake
• Bell Biv Devoe – Do Me
• The Commodores – Lady
• Culture Club – Time (Clock of the Heart)
• Daft Punk – One More Time
• Elton John – Honkey Cat
• The Whispers – And the Beat Goes On
• The Isley Brothers – That Lady
• Justin Timberlake – Rock Your Body
• Kajagoogoo – Too Shy
• Kool and the Gang – Get Down On It
• Lisa Lisa – Wonder if I Take You Home
• Madonna – Lucky Star
• Mariah Carey – Emotions
• Marvin Gaye – Ain’t That Peculiar
• Morris Day and the Time – Get it Up
• Prince – Lady Cab Driver
• Run DMC – It’s Like That
• Salt-N-Pepa – Express Yourself
• Seal – Crazy
• Soul II Soul – Back to Life
• Tom Tom Club – Genius of Love
So the next time "your song" comes on don’t be afraid to scream out “THAT’S MY JAM!”
Here are a few of my “jams”, you’ll see what I mean. If you don’t have these on your Ipod or in your Itunes, I suggest you get them pronto, you can thank me later.
• Cheryl Lynn – To be real – hands down probably my all time favorite song
• Janet Jackson – Pleasure Principle – nuff said
• Michael Jackson – P.Y.T. - although the Off the Wall album is his best ever, this song off of the Thriller album can’t be beat for me
• George Michael – Freedom 90 – don’t hate George is the shit
• Prince – I wanna be your lover – his first hit, and my favorite
• The Emotions – Best of my love
• Teena Marie – Square Biz – this tiny little white woman has got some serious soul
• KC and the Sunshine Band – Party – my favorite skating tune
• Sugar Hill Gang – Apache Rap – my favorite rap song
• Snoop Dogg w/Pharrell – Beautiful
• Armand Van Helden – You don’t even know me
• Jamiroquai – Canned Heat
• Aretha Franklin – Chain of Fools
• Prince – Housequake
• Bell Biv Devoe – Do Me
• The Commodores – Lady
• Culture Club – Time (Clock of the Heart)
• Daft Punk – One More Time
• Elton John – Honkey Cat
• The Whispers – And the Beat Goes On
• The Isley Brothers – That Lady
• Justin Timberlake – Rock Your Body
• Kajagoogoo – Too Shy
• Kool and the Gang – Get Down On It
• Lisa Lisa – Wonder if I Take You Home
• Madonna – Lucky Star
• Mariah Carey – Emotions
• Marvin Gaye – Ain’t That Peculiar
• Morris Day and the Time – Get it Up
• Prince – Lady Cab Driver
• Run DMC – It’s Like That
• Salt-N-Pepa – Express Yourself
• Seal – Crazy
• Soul II Soul – Back to Life
• Tom Tom Club – Genius of Love
So the next time "your song" comes on don’t be afraid to scream out “THAT’S MY JAM!”
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
come and ride the train.....and ride it
ahhhh.....public transportation, ya gotta love it. i was someone who rode the bus to school for years and then at 16 i got my drivers license and i promised myself that i would no longer need public transportation, or at least take it only under special circumstances. maybe while out of town in another city say like NYC for example, i love taking the subway in new York. i think my main issue was the bus. it was always a pain in the ass. so now i'm commuting to work from LA to Irvine via the subway and train on a daily basis and i have to say it's actually not that bad. if you've ever driven in LA you know what i'm talking about. crazy traffic at all hours, but morning and evening rush hour is the worst. now i'm someone who loves to drive. i'm one of those people who loves to have his own car at his disposal at all times. but i'm starting to feel ok about relying on the system to get me from point A to point B.
with all that being said, the best and worst part about riding the train is the people who ride along with you. there are a few that really stand out that i think need mentioning. now just like any public place you have to deal with people that just don't quite know how to respect others in close proximity. there is one woman in particular who falls into this category. she's an extremely loud talker, even with my ipod on i can hear her over my music. i'm about to give her the "shhhhhhh!" even the people she's talking with are annoyed with her volume. we all just cringe when she gets on the train. then there is my favorite guy, we'll call him "air guitar." he listens to his ipod so loud that you can hear his music from his earphones. then he gets to dancin' and it's all over. he starts twitching and playing his fingers like he's working a Gibson or something. we also have the musical student who proceeds to do her rifts, and let me just say, she ain't to mariah, christina, or alicia. nuff said. then we have to coworker club. this is the gang of coworkers who are very boisterous and just plain old loud. take it down a notch folks, i don't care what you had for dinner. oh, and then there's shequita (don't know her real name but it works for me). now everybody loves them a loud sista. this is her. just chattin' everyone up like crazy. she's actually really nice but just ghetto. one thing she does that kind of reminds me of Atlanta is when you get of the shuttle bus she gives you the ol' "have a blessed day!" i just love it! and last but not least, the customer service trio. all short and a little too large for the clothes they wear. and can you say cankles? they come in 3 shades, black, white, and asian. the black one is very hairy. she wears these little tee shirts, and her back is always showing so all you can see is hair. the white one is going for the punk look, and has crazy piercings in her lips, and eyebrows, and then these big tusk type earrings sticking out of her ears. the asian one wears sweatpants that she pulls the ankle band up to around her knees. it's just not a good look. i'm not sayin' i'm just sayin'!
aside from the excellent people watching the train is pretty comfortable. it has wi-fi, electrical outlets, and is very low stress. with the price of gas right now, the train is considerably cheaper than driving at this point. those that know me know i'm just being me. very observant and always have something to say!
with all that being said, the best and worst part about riding the train is the people who ride along with you. there are a few that really stand out that i think need mentioning. now just like any public place you have to deal with people that just don't quite know how to respect others in close proximity. there is one woman in particular who falls into this category. she's an extremely loud talker, even with my ipod on i can hear her over my music. i'm about to give her the "shhhhhhh!" even the people she's talking with are annoyed with her volume. we all just cringe when she gets on the train. then there is my favorite guy, we'll call him "air guitar." he listens to his ipod so loud that you can hear his music from his earphones. then he gets to dancin' and it's all over. he starts twitching and playing his fingers like he's working a Gibson or something. we also have the musical student who proceeds to do her rifts, and let me just say, she ain't to mariah, christina, or alicia. nuff said. then we have to coworker club. this is the gang of coworkers who are very boisterous and just plain old loud. take it down a notch folks, i don't care what you had for dinner. oh, and then there's shequita (don't know her real name but it works for me). now everybody loves them a loud sista. this is her. just chattin' everyone up like crazy. she's actually really nice but just ghetto. one thing she does that kind of reminds me of Atlanta is when you get of the shuttle bus she gives you the ol' "have a blessed day!" i just love it! and last but not least, the customer service trio. all short and a little too large for the clothes they wear. and can you say cankles? they come in 3 shades, black, white, and asian. the black one is very hairy. she wears these little tee shirts, and her back is always showing so all you can see is hair. the white one is going for the punk look, and has crazy piercings in her lips, and eyebrows, and then these big tusk type earrings sticking out of her ears. the asian one wears sweatpants that she pulls the ankle band up to around her knees. it's just not a good look. i'm not sayin' i'm just sayin'!
aside from the excellent people watching the train is pretty comfortable. it has wi-fi, electrical outlets, and is very low stress. with the price of gas right now, the train is considerably cheaper than driving at this point. those that know me know i'm just being me. very observant and always have something to say!
Monday, October 03, 2005
weekend recap
so my weekend went something a little like this.
friday - had dinner with grachie, jt, and ducats at a really cool latin restaurant in downtown LA called Ciudad. the food was very tasty and so were the margaritas. great conversation and much laughter. then home to bed to prepare for the big move.
saturday - got up early about 5:30 (can't sleep in anymore), and tried to get some things organized for the move. went to pick up the truck and then headed over to grachie's so she could help me pick out a couple of guys at home depot for moving purposes. this was funny but a little uncomfortable. as we pull into the parking lot we are swarmed with guys waving and smiling to "pick me, pick me.!" you would've thought we the bouncers at some swanky club and people were trying to get through the velvet rope. so grachie stands up on the truck and points to two guys she thinks are up for the task, jose and cesar. they run to the back of the truck, i open the door and shut it behind them. i'm totally freaking out at the point because i know i'm breaking so many laws at this point point but i have to move. so the move goes pretty smoothly, and the guys are busting their butts to get finished. after we're completely finished grachie and sonj run over the store for beverages. they bring back a bunch of water, sodas and a 6 pk of corona. cesar of course wants a beer and proceed to chug that one and about 3 more in no time flat. in all my years i don't know if i've seen anyone drink one beer let alone 4 beers as quikly as this guy did.
saturday night - so after getting things somewhat unpacked, bed put together and kitchen in some sort of working order, grachie and i decide to head over to the Cave for a drink. of course i've not eaten a thing all day and the jack and cokes are just flowing. we run into an old aquaintance and his mate. both aussie guys, both cute, both straight and one is attached. grachie is kind of checking out the single one and we're having a good time chatting. we decide to head to another local spot and on the way we discuss this possible attraction for grachie. i tell her he's cute and all but we both are questioning the pegged jeans he's wearing. i make some comment about maybe he knows something we don't because he travels so much (something to do with bands), and we both just laugh. it's all about dibs with conditions. so we head to the other bar, have a drink and then it's time for timber to eat. we hit mcdonald's and head back to my new place. we ate that food so quickly it didn't have time to get cold. grachie ended up spending the night because driving was not an option at this time.
sunday - worked on the house a little more and and gave max a bath. then went over to grachie's for dinner. she made some incredible fish taco's and we seriously grubbed out.
for those of you who promised to come to LA for a visit, bring it on! I have plenty of room. and since i also hinted about train stories, that will have to be in the next segment. have a great day and keep reachin' for the stars!
friday - had dinner with grachie, jt, and ducats at a really cool latin restaurant in downtown LA called Ciudad. the food was very tasty and so were the margaritas. great conversation and much laughter. then home to bed to prepare for the big move.
saturday - got up early about 5:30 (can't sleep in anymore), and tried to get some things organized for the move. went to pick up the truck and then headed over to grachie's so she could help me pick out a couple of guys at home depot for moving purposes. this was funny but a little uncomfortable. as we pull into the parking lot we are swarmed with guys waving and smiling to "pick me, pick me.!" you would've thought we the bouncers at some swanky club and people were trying to get through the velvet rope. so grachie stands up on the truck and points to two guys she thinks are up for the task, jose and cesar. they run to the back of the truck, i open the door and shut it behind them. i'm totally freaking out at the point because i know i'm breaking so many laws at this point point but i have to move. so the move goes pretty smoothly, and the guys are busting their butts to get finished. after we're completely finished grachie and sonj run over the store for beverages. they bring back a bunch of water, sodas and a 6 pk of corona. cesar of course wants a beer and proceed to chug that one and about 3 more in no time flat. in all my years i don't know if i've seen anyone drink one beer let alone 4 beers as quikly as this guy did.
saturday night - so after getting things somewhat unpacked, bed put together and kitchen in some sort of working order, grachie and i decide to head over to the Cave for a drink. of course i've not eaten a thing all day and the jack and cokes are just flowing. we run into an old aquaintance and his mate. both aussie guys, both cute, both straight and one is attached. grachie is kind of checking out the single one and we're having a good time chatting. we decide to head to another local spot and on the way we discuss this possible attraction for grachie. i tell her he's cute and all but we both are questioning the pegged jeans he's wearing. i make some comment about maybe he knows something we don't because he travels so much (something to do with bands), and we both just laugh. it's all about dibs with conditions. so we head to the other bar, have a drink and then it's time for timber to eat. we hit mcdonald's and head back to my new place. we ate that food so quickly it didn't have time to get cold. grachie ended up spending the night because driving was not an option at this time.
sunday - worked on the house a little more and and gave max a bath. then went over to grachie's for dinner. she made some incredible fish taco's and we seriously grubbed out.
for those of you who promised to come to LA for a visit, bring it on! I have plenty of room. and since i also hinted about train stories, that will have to be in the next segment. have a great day and keep reachin' for the stars!
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