Yesterday, Today, The Past and The Future All Horribly Colliding In One Shot

The party yesterday went all right--well, okay, I fucked it up failing to get reservations. In my defense?

1) I wasn't expecting it to be packed on Thursday night. Never underestimate a $5 pint night within throwing distance of a major party college.
2) I expected 6 people to show up and throughout the evening peaked at 10. So not everybody sat down, or together, and it was like chorus-verse-verse-verse-instrumental-chorus-instrumental-verse. Next year, I'm not planning shit--I got the luck of an Arrested Development cast member. Probably Buster.

But I did get 4 awesome DVDs and the Bill Simmons book, the management was kind enough to fix my heater for the first time since Thanksgiving so I suppose I can't be too perturbed.

Up to LA, back Sunday, pictures next weekish at some point.

Random Thought:
The SI Swimsuit Issue is played out. It was pre-FHM, Maxim, Loaded, and a billion other men's mags I know for 4 seconds a month based off cover only, let alone the increasingly splintered mags appealing to race and age as a unit. It came in February, so it hit a maximum number of East Coasters suffering through another winter. (Unrelated Random Thought: every time I see the word "winter" after 20+ in SoCal, I suddenly turn into Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer. "What is this hail you speak of? I'm just a simple black man who saw a torrent from the sky and became afraid God was choosing golf as a leisure option...") It was once a year, and since SI was the Bible before the Internet ("If there was no pornography on the Internet, there'd be one website left and it'd be called BRING BACK THE PORN"--Cox) that was pretty much it for hot chicks wearing not much.

Internet.

Men's mags.

The proliferation of cable.

chipchipchipchip--like having a bad breakup, a spoon, and Ben & Jerry's. You think that pint's lasting forever and then you hear the scrape of metal on recycled material and it's like WTF!? My late uncle and I used to love playing Keep Away From Mom with it, and now that it's coming out, I find myself barely able to rent a fuck, let alone give one.

Probably because my Stuff got here a couple days ago, and I don't know if you know this, but this Stacy Keibler chick has quite the tush.

Anyway, hello it's me, I'm not at home...etsoforthia. (Sorry, Lance.)

np: "Touch The Sky" by Kanye