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Back on the Blogg… weekend madness

I just can’t wait for a new site to appear so I might as well keep adding to the blog… I keep making excuses for the time I don’t have and they all lead to one thing… (to be discussed some other time)….

For now, I’ll just relive a few things… Spin sessions with more DJs than less are much more spontaneous and fun (who likes playing with themselves anyway…well playing rekkids with themselves)… So 12 and Pop and I got together and fried some amps in a good multi-media session on Friday… Great practice for future gigs..

Saturday we hit the city…I find that if you’re new to the city the best thing to do is get them drunk and hooked up with the locals… So we hit up Tina’s birthday at Butta (watch out for the man with a big cock pic…not for the light hearted) where we had a private party till about 11… don’t know what so private about a paper sign on the door with no list but who cares, I was inviting coo peeps off the street to come join anyway. I would have to say the high light of this place is the juxtaposition of dance/house music being played at a bar with no dance floor AND the theme of this place is 80’s white trash meets acid tripping hippy with a touch of Jesse Duke thrown in. Ya’ll have a good time now and don’t shoot tha pigs!! yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa……

I would have to say the food rocks! Nothing beats the fine dinning of Butter… Creamy mac n cheese served in a paper bowl with a spork, tater tots and for desert SMORs! Now you have to be thinking (as I was) … this can’t be good at a bar… how do you melt the marshmallows? Ohhh Bartender! pour a little 151 in an ash tray..lighter up and fry up those puffs of sugar over a table top flame… mmm good… wash down with a jack n coke or tall can of bud and you can power through any bad night… don’t for get to wipe the sticky goo off your fingers n lips before you start pimpin again.

So several tall cans n Jacks later I ended up meeting to local pinay women that just couldn’t get enough of my boy Godzilla… And wouldn’t you know it… he’s pressed up against the garage door outside the club… I knew it was lust when she showed up with the overnight bag that night… it may be your first Asian woman my friend but it won’t be your last… just enjoy what you can …. ;)

So the evening didn’t come to an end without a ghetto bus ride back… some dude hijacked an airport bus and was giving rides around the city for extra change. So why not… the dude had his girlfriend/wife/hooker whatever with him to sing us all the local hits “Can I get a hot boy!…uhh huh!” and “I wanna bump bump bump” priceless again… I wish I had the digi to show all… next time… just make sure when you take the van painted in patriotically Mexican colors, don’t sit in the puke in the front seat…. the news paper cover doesn’t work too well… yum…

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Roadtrip to SLO

Let’s do an update on A-ber shall we? Sure. Well just about two weeks ago I set up with my boys Nick and Navin to roll to hometown college town of San Luis Obispo… First stop was DTzie! The Stones for a Tri-Tip and a Firestone brew. If you haven’t had a good tri-tip then head to the central coast. The fries, tip, self serve drinks, big screen TVs, the basty and all the charm of dumb college Sophomores. What more do you need?

Met up with some friends still hitting the 7 yr plan and proceeded to binge drink my former college self into a good time downtown that evening. Hitting most of the typical “hot” spots or whatever you can call them in SLO… Frog’s (Frog & Peach ~ a wanna be Irish pub) for a Guinness and to check out the local reggea band…on to Mission grill, formerly Mango’s but a good place to meet the spoiled meets Kid Rock types (yeah I met a chick who’s boyfriend calls himself Kid Rock). Didn’t dare venture into either Bulls or Fratasons (Madison?s ~ although I hear since the remodel it hasn’t kept it’s typical frat atmosphere). However, no trip to SLO with out the local spot at McCarthy’s. If anyone is happiest here it’s Jerry, cuz he stands at the door all day gawking at all the SLO ass…and at his age it’s all good – Don’t be fooled by the reality of it though.

I actually convinced my friends to head over to the old Z club, I mean Ra, well now it’s The Realm. Still owning after a few years… Still coming out of there sick from all the free drinks… I’ve got to abstain next time… Just something about that place makes you want to drink… it couldn’t be the women though…???

Ended up crashing at the no infamous Rock where I got worked at foose. Shit an I used to have a table too.

After some meandering around we headed south to SB. Ahh the land of sun….and….a college…and…what does SB have to offer. I’m not completely sure. I do know that it’s a kick ass party town, well that’s for those in Isla Vista, pizza and beer is a staple, lots of shopping on State St. and of course the beach. We chilled with a friend in the ghetto… She conveniently pointed out all the spots were people were jumped, stabbed, found passed out drunk or just areas not to go. Nice. I love IV.

After shopping, and a few drinks at 634 during the day we met a nice man that let me know I was responsible (my people) for keeping him down. I’ll remember that when my job takes out more money for his Social security and he makes a more money than me (tax free) pestering shoppers on the street. We had a camera but who knows if I’ll ever get copies of the prints and scan em….

That evening we hit two spots. Club 634 again and an old gem turned new hot spot: WildCats (15 W Ortega St.) 634 had the top 40/house/hip hop music/crowd going on. I found myself on stage a few times showing the peeps how to dance and I found I got along rather well with the locals. Spotted a Bart Simpson look-a-like. We cruzed down the street to Wildcats where earlier I had heard some underground beats and sure enough…underground. While in line I met the owner and he instructed us to go around the back. I guess they had reached capacity in the front but were able to let peeps back in on the DL. The place used to be called Club Arson until someone took it literally and burned it down. Now remodled in some gothic meets retro attire… the place is phat. Drinks good. Friendly ladies and good djs (finally). Read Mangazam’s School for the Santa Barbara DJ to get a picture of the crap I had to endure going by most of the other clubs: DJ School

On the way back up the coast we stopped by San Simeon to check out Hearst’s ridiculous representation of wealth…the Castle We lagged on making reservations and ended up on the last tour of the Garden To top it off it was raining and our tour lady sucked. “Ok over here is that big pool with some Greek statues… I think that one is supposed to be Neptune….and over here are some flowers n stuff…”

Over all a good time out from the bay…

Finally I’ll Leave you with this fitting mantra HERE Gotta have sound though…

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Finally and corporate hero!

Won the sales contest at work and now ordered my second digital camera… After much thought and searching I decided I like the Cannon PowerShot:

Canon PowerShot S30Should be on my way to visually bring up the site with personal pics. Also working on a whole site redesign and getting the Archive back and running too… Need the time but I won’t have it unitl I make the transition to New York through this month. It’s on order more to come in a few weeks…..

“Sex. In America an obsession. In other parts of the world a fact.”
— Marlene Dietrich

High School year book Quotes ~ Know how you have to have eveyone sign your book when you leave school and then you never look at the damn thing until after the fact… I just picked it up and found a few jewels in my Senior year book:

“Hey Austin ~ you fineth lookinth Mon tha Fkur. I’m not gonna miss your ass this year couse we are going to be hookin it this summer and doin sum bustas. Remeber, always use a hat! Especially a USC Hat! Peace R-“G””

And

“Austin, What’s up? Well we finally made it. “YES!” I hope you have hella fun in follage (c not f). N E Way, may all your up’s and downs be in bed. #20 (MFDUR) PS. Thanks for never giving me any food!”