8.30.2007

The Worst Weekend Ever: Saturday

I'm transferring some older blogs from my myspace account before I delete it. Enjoy this golden oldie, originally posted 8/30/07:


Okay, Saturday wasn't too bad actually.


Kat and I woke up around 10 or so.  Gary's roommate Jason, who was the only reasonably sane person we had met the night before (and thus he was omitted from the previous blog) had given me a post-it note with some local garages he trusted.  I lost it, of course.


I looked up a shop and called in.  They could get my car diagnosed but they were closing at noon; they wouldn't work on it until Monday.  That didn't help my situation at all, so I resigned myself to finding a shop on Monday.  To a normal person, this would clear up the entire weekend since, you know, there's nothing you can DO about it until Monday.  Me?  I just worry.

8.28.2007

The Worst Weekend Ever: Friday

I'm transferring some older blogs from my myspace account before I delete it. Enjoy this golden oldie, originally posted 9/5/07:

DISCLAIMER:  All of the following is completely 100% true.  Those who know me personally also know I have a penchant for embellishing things for comedic effect.  That is not the case this time.  In the biblical words of Job:  "You think I'm making this shit up?"
Friday, August 24 I was to meet my girlfriend Kat in Las Vegas for her 21st birthday.  She had spent three days with me in L.A. before flying up to Santa Cruz to see some relatives and pick some things up since after Vegas she was moving to New York, which I deduced was extremely fucking far from me.

Kat had hammered on me to get a plane ticket and save myself the hassle, but by the time I looked the cheapest tickets were $250 and I could definitely make the drive (four to five hours from L.A.) cheaper.  Plus I liked the idea of having a car in case we needed to get somewhere where taxis dare not tread.  I picked up Kat's birthday present, a rather nice Sony handycam, and hit the road around 11:30.