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2003-10-06 - 1:12 a.m. there is good and bad in everyone - stevie wonder & paul mccartney saturday night: the rainbow room on sunset we couldn't help but wonder, is "hair metal" glamour back in favor? now, there are always the hollywood rocker types, you know, bullet belts, skin tight leather pants, live fast die young t shirts but there were total nikki sixx clones walking the strip like, a lot of 'em patches noticed first, and once she pointed it out, we realized that she was right they were everywhere viva la rock! while we were drinking a coupla beers, smoking many cigarettes, and eating a super yummy pizza, we got the strong whiff of weed curious it was our next door table neighbors smokin' the reefer, while they ate their dinner curiouser and curiouser i'm no prude, and i like a good "j" like anyone else, but, the fact that it was so out in the open was kinda strange nobody seemed to mind - myself included after dinner and drinks, it was off to santa monica for after dinner drinks with friends, after that, we were off to another bar for some serious drinking, dart playing, and bullshitting i love this bar (which i will not reveal the name of) because of the lively kareoke (sp?), and the fact that you can smoke inside, usually anyway, i was probably on my 5th beer when i noticed one of the cast members of my favorite new teen melodrama, the o.c. it doesn't matter which guy it was (he was just out shooting pool and playing air guitar while his buddy sang a rockin' version of "paradise city") i respect his privacy anyway, that's the thing about this bar, it's like young cute people, older not so cute people, and everything in between matt and i both flirted with this really hot guy who's white t shirt was riding up his flat belly (like mine) when he traced my belly with his finger, explaining how the veins that flank the bellybutton down into the groin, "really turn him on", i practically creamed my diesel's when matt joined in, and they were both kinda touching me, well, well.............. it was nice after the niceness, i needed a smoke, i sat in the last chair, right by the gated door that leads you into the back entrance of the bar, and this super sketchy guy walks in, turns to close the door, and procedes to fall over sideways right into my lap i instinctively raised both my arms cuz i had a cig in one hand, and a beer in the other, so, the guy smashes my nuts with his hand while trying to break his fall lovely by this time, matt's up on his feet, and pulling / "helping" the guy off me, just as he asked me if i was okay, and was asking "the guy" if he was okay, the guy looks down at me, gives me the classic wolf whistle, and says, "hello, sexy", as if he was trying to pick me up, and didn't just stumble in drunk, and fall on top of me now i was up, and in the guys face, nothing major, just like, outta my fucking face, scumbag matt sort of just got between us and moved the guy along or shoved him on his way potato / po-tah-toe when we went back inside, and told patches and jose about my run in, she made some lame joke about my "animal magnetism" ha ha not anyway, we played darts with "white tshirt guy", and he even gave us his numbers, so we could call him next time we came to l.a. "seriously, you two, give me a call", he said hmmmm.... sunday, we went to the flea market at fairfax high, ate at farmers market, and came home a pretty cool weekend, i'd say later.... |
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