From me, myself and I to everyone who comes here or reads on their feed reader – Merry Christmas.
This is the first Christmas of my lifetime that I haven’t spent at my parents’ house back east, and while I do love not being cold and being able to be at my own house right up ’till the day, it’s a little bittersweet to miss the fires in the fireplace and the folks that I’d always get to see when I was in Media.
So, after ill-advised drinks in Brisbane last night, I slept my entire day away today, give or take. I mean, I walked about a little, but just sitting in the room reading and laying about (and following the goddamn Eagles’ squeaker on the interwebs) was my goal of the day. and boy did i win at my goal. I may go out and get a bite to eat in a little while (i realized, while trying to assess why I was hungover this morning, that part of it had to do with the fact that my last meal was dinner on Saturday, and the sandwich on the plane at noon on Sunday probably didn’t count as much as I thought it did. Days off are great for my diet, I guess, although eating less on days ON would be more beneficial, since I only have 2 days off. Ah well.
Anyway, I’ve missed the internet while I was in Brisbane, but it doesn’t seem to have been an awfully eventful few days online or anything.
Happy Sunday/Monday night!
Boy, Howdy! Time flies when you’re living in the future!
Has it really been forever, or just about that? Yes. Well, it’s been tiring, fun, and more than a little absurd, as you’d expect of a tour. Yesterday was one of the best days I’ve had since this tour started, and I wanted to mention it because there are so many days when I’m tired or bored-but-unable-to-do-stuff or simply sans-internet. Yesterday was an unexpected day off here in Perth and because of the time difference between New Zealand and here, I woke up early. Quickly deciding to rent a car, I was just heading out to go wine tasting in the nearby Swan River Valley when I ran into Bobby. He was game to come when I invited, so we grabbed the car and headed out.
I put a couple pics at the bottom of this post, since I had ’em.
From the Unoriginal Title Department comes this, the latest installment of the unoriginal-titled epic series known as Clapboard.
I’m leaving for Tokyo and points beyond, but I’ll be in touch better than ever as long as you email me.
Thanksgiving was spectacular, Scott & Sharon’s visit has been a lot of fun (ask me about 3am steaks sometime!) and the 10 days that have led me to this have been more than ridiculous mayhem in a pretty good way.
Go Eagles, beat Bears today – show the NFL that you’re not the wishy-washy losers that you often appear to be, and make the effort to win something significant today.
I, for my part, will make an effort to be creative and do interesting things, despite the hellish travel schedule and the near-permanent jet lag.
I love you all.
I normally despise most types of sweets and desserts (I find chocolate disusting and don’t get me started on cake, blech…gross) but I cannot resist creme brulee and will order it 9 times out of 10 no matter how full I am… I’m gonna have to check this spot out, sounds delicious…
The lovely folks @ Sardo’s in Burbank have been holding PSK for seven years now. Every Tuesday, porn star Nikki Hunter hosts the evening’s festivities—in which porn stars from near and far (by which I mean between Universal City and Van Nuys) come to sing, drink, and give away free porn. As Dory put it when I mentioned the event to her, you can’t get that anywhere but LA.
Miss Hunter does a spectacular job hosting—managing to make anyone who ventures to the stage feel special (from shy girls to porn fanboys) and she miraculously seems to recognize EVERY porn star that walks in the door (even though the faces change every week). I have a feeling she knows ahead of time who’s coming, but I’d rather believe she has an amazing porn encyclopedia in her head.
Each week Hunter (or volunteers of her choosing) hand out free porn, often starring ladies in attendance that evening. I have a triple signed copy of Mother Load 4, that the lovely Julie Ann autographed that evening (she’s the cover girl and star).
Breaking the tradition of show-sleep-fly-eat-sleep-show-sleep-fly tradition a little bit, I went to see the big Jeezy on the top of the hill in Rio yesterday morning. The trip ended up costing 50 reals because no one wanted to wait, but that was only a few reals more than it would have cost if we’d taken the train. As if in revenge for having been ignored pretty much since I left home, my camera insisted on shooting the mot ridiculous pictures. It rained at the top (“Hey! We ARE in a massive rain forest!”) and was fucking freezing, but it was totally worth it to have had the opportunity to leave the hotel.
Even if the hotel was kind of cool.
Anyway, I’m in the airport now, almost finished with this leg of the tour. Internet has been such a pain in the ass – how do hotels get away with charging $40/day for internet? When, do you think, will I get used to that and just sigh and pay it? Or not sigh and just pay it? Right now, $40 to browse some porn and read bad blog entries doesn’t seem worth it. I’ll he happy as hell to get home and sad as hell that I won’t be staying there very long. I’ll stay long enough to post some pictures, at least.
Happy Sunday, and go Eagles!