HIGHLIGHTS:
Sat.
driving down the 101 and not seeing a drop of rain, making the trip South just under 6 hours
Billy

afternoon beer drinking at Billy's with Logi, James, Emma, Billy and Meg
me

me trying to wake a comotose Billy to tell him that i just flooded their LA (WEHO) toilet
Billy not-waking-up-at-all...me shaking Billy saying "dude, wake up! i just flooded your toilet...WAKE UP!!! WHERE'S THE PLUNGER?!!!" and Billy just totally not responding, me grabbing Billy's feet and tickling them with Logan

later that night.
heading over to Tiny's in Hollywood proper in the crazy dump rain
paying 5 dollars for a Pabst in a can (LA!)
getting the coke-stare from these three dudes at the bar, one of them wearing a neon-bedazzled hoodie...fucking totally gacked out dudes...they looked scary Eastern European.
seeing the girl the coked out dudes were with pick up one of the dudes digital cameras and just totally chuck it out the bar door into oncoming traffic in the pouring rain
seeing same girl get into an arguement with one of the other dudes outside the bar grabbing an acoustic guitar and swinging at dudes head/ and or threatening to break the guitar on the sidewalk
seeing same girl then physically beat the shit out of one of the dudes in a doorway a block down...(he was okay though, he was coke-numb and laughing)
cut to
"this bar is wack, this bar is pre-fab, let's go"
cut to
Billy is totally swerved and wants to drive his car, Meg says "get out Billy," Billy says "hell no," Meg says "Billy get the ef' out of the car..." Billy says "okay"...Billy is in his socks for some reason, it's raining out, Billy doesn't get in the back seat but walks behind the car and opens the trunk and climbs in...from the trunk Billy is shouting "you're all a bunch of assholes! i'm in my fucking socks! do you know how far i had to walk in my socks to pick up the car?! far! really far! assholes! i don't give a shit...buy me new shoes...gurgle...those are my fucking shoes and they're wet! assholes! gurgle...where we going?!"...
we drive to a vodka bar called Lubich...me, James, Emma and Logan get out of the car...there is a line to get into the bar...this doesn't bode well...how the people in line are dressed doesn't bode well...girls are wearing heels (but like, LA heels) and there is 3 inches of water on the sidewalk, dudes are dressed in pastel stripy collard shirts and slacks...Emma

Sunday.
we all sleep in and wake up and eat breakfast and drink coffee and lounge. we end up playing Wii Golf and Baseball and Tennis. Meg

shit talks Logan so hard i think he's going to cry. Meg is the best shit talkin' girl i know. she's amazing and Billy is lucky to have her. Logan sort of warms up to the whole situation and starts giving it back to Meg. Meg takes it but still pretty much clobers Logan with lot's of emasculating jokes about sexual prowess etc...
around 4pm we head Downtown to try and find The Smell and a local bar.
Downtown is amazing. Downtown is like a real city vs. the rest of LA (not hating just saying). big buildings, gusty winds, a bit seedy, nice.
we park and set off looking for the venue. we spot a shady allyway behind two shady bars. we walk down the allyway and spot a warehouse looking space wtih graffiti all over the doors. we decide that this is the spot. onward looking for bars.
we decide not to go into either of the shady looking bars. these are Mexican bars and appear VERY local. we walk past one of the bars leaving the shady ally and see an armed security guard at the door. we think "yeah, let's not go in there..."
we walk to a chi chi bar called Peet's near by...the beers aren't too expensive and you can sit outside and smoke. we get beers and sit outside and smoke. James and Emma and Meg meet us at the bar and we have more beers and smokes and it's raining and cold and blustery out and we're all happy.
reading time is near so we all walk over to the ally where we think The Smell is located. turns out we were right, we see Joseph Mosconi (no photo?) at the door and introduce ourselves...Joseph is a super cool guy and he introduces us to The Smell folks and gives us the tour...he asks if we want to get a drink and we say yes...he says "there's this bar around the corner..." we say "the one with the armed security guard?" he says "yeah..." now that we're with a local we say "holy shit, let's go!"...we head over to the bar...the bar looks more like a cafeteria than a bar...it's huge and there is loud Bandas music blaring from their crazy huge sound system...the place is packed with Mexicans drinking and dancing. we are stared at a lot. we order our beers (Tecate with lime!) and grab a table...we sit and enjoy the Bandas...everybody is staring at us but not in a hostile way...just like a "these gringos must be lost" kind of way...Billy and Meg decide to do some Bandas dancing and head to the dance floor...they dance the Bandas and look good doing it...everybody is happy drinking their Tecate's and nodding their heads and chatting with Mexican people in Spanish "un Tecate por favor" (highschool Spanish natch...)...reading time is near so we leave.
back at The Smell...the place is packed! seriously, we were worried nobody was going to show because of the crazy storm...but no, the place was packed to the brim...Joseph introduced me to Ara Shirinyan



the reading...Joseph introduces me, I read from Rude Girl for about 20 minutes...the second reader Mady Shutzman reads next, Logan reads last...Logan read from Stupid Birds as well as The Singers...Logan was pretty funny on stage...lots of big breathing, foot stomping and forboding stares into the audience...logan read his new two word poem "Vote Obama" is goes something like "vote/ Obama"...the reading is over and people are buying books and chatting us up and we feel great about the whole thing, people are complimenting Rude Girl and talking to me about ghosts and love etc...Joseph then comes up to me and puts some cash in my hand and says "here you go" and i say "what's this for?" and he says "for the reading" and i say "i didnt' even know we were getting paid" and he says "yeah, from the 5 dollar cover at the door"...and i'm thinking "gettin' paid for poetry is the bomb..."
Joseph, me, Logan, Billy and Meg head over to this place around the corner called Bar 107

in the car from Bar 107 Emma was playing Joy Division...we were all singing Joy Division...Logan got offended when i started to improvise the lyrics...he said "hey, don't make fun of the postpunk, i don't make fun of all that hip hop you listen to..." i said "i'm not making fun, it's a homage!" logan was placated...i was very drunk so i was pulling my brother's hair

Logan and i get into our pj's and turn on the TV...i raid the fridge once again finding only BBQ sauce and Kraft cheese slices...i eat that standing up...blegh my poor digestive system...logan turns on some hockey and yells "HOCKEY...GAME OF THE FUTURE..." this makes me laugh very hard because he's totally serious...Logan is in full stink-eye mode...we turn on The Soup and he can't stop screaming at the tv "boo...you're not funny! you're a hack!!! i could write better material in my sleep...boo...not.funny.not.funny.not.funny..." i'm laughing my ass off and Logan looks like he's about to punch me in the face...Logan turns it to The Matrix Revolutions and just goes ape shit "WORST MOVIE EVER...FUCK YOU KEANU REEVES...B.O.R.I.N.G! B.O.R.I.N.G! ANY OF US COULD WRITE BETTER THAN THESE HACKS! THIS IS BULLSHIT...HOLY FUCK I'M PISSED, WHAT ARE YOU EATING, WHAT IS THAT? BBQ SAUCE? I WANNA BAGEL YOU ASSHOLE...MORPHEUS CAN SUCK MINE!!!!" etc...we go to bed (pass out)
Monday was uneventful...more lounging around the apartment, watching Obama videos, drinking coffee with Billy and Meg etc...picked up Emma and James from Jason's around 2 and hit the road for the Bay...did the usual roadtrip I-5 stuff the whole way back: played Yatzee, had a Bonjovi singalong, ate at In n' Out Burger, ate candy etc. arrived back in SF in just over 6 hours...not bad at all...all in all it was a fabulous and much need mini-vacation...huge thanks to Joseph "Ms. Pacman" Mosconi for inviting us down...and thanks to all the LA poeterati for being such supporters...looking forward to seeing you guys again soon.
lot's and lot's of photos from the trip and reading to come...
xoxoxoxoxoxo-John
8 comments:
wow...wish i was younger..........
That is exactly what happened.
I'm only good at Ms. Pac-Man because they have one at my workplace. And I play it every day. I'm not nearly as good as some of the people I work with.
and, john, did you already forget that billy and meghan have DOGS?
it wasn't cat poop. you said "cat poop" twice.
it was long-haired dautsun dog poop.
GET THE FACTS STRAIGHT!!!
AHHHHHH!!!!
oh, and you forgot the part about the security guard telling me i was gonna get my boots stolen if i walked down LA ave.
OH! you also forgot that we saw an ENTIRE rainbow while going over the grapevine. an ENTIRE rainbow. we could see where it started and where it ended! that's NOT SUPPOSED to happen!
there was also travel yahtzee in the car on the way back.
It's Matthew Timmons, not Simmons, and this kicks ass. I want to go to LA with you guys sometime!
shit, i meant timmons! sorry matt!
joseph you're the best i've seen...i can't even imagine what your co-workers are up to...that's like The Last Starfighter shit...
logan, yeah you're right, dogs not cats...but to be fair, they're all just animals to me...i'm allergic to animals.
and yeah, we saw a rainbow in the grapvine...logan's people (the irish) were circle dancing under it throwing chocolate gold coins into the air...it was amazing.
brandon, let's go to LA!
is that Bill and Meg's apartment? Looks super nice, dig the floors. Hardwood, John! I'm jealous.
I miss Bill's drunken stupors. He passes out like no other.
Just a thought - is it the new cool thing for us to not totally hate on LA? When did it become ok for us to do that? Are we betraying our roots?
It became ok when I started dating an LA girl and realized that she isn't a total skeez. LA is fun....well, downtown LA is super fun.
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