Cinco de Kimbo, Kimbo de Mayo
Another early call time for day 2 of the clothing catalogue. Boy, I am not used to this shit. Emily (the makeup artist) and I offered to model for our very own “Muffin Top” line of clothing. No one was interested though.
After the studio shots were done we headed to Balboa Park for some of the fun stuff.
Chris would not stop taking pictures of me taking pictures for their BTS section of the catalogue. You can see how annoyed I am at this point.
I can’t wait to buy this dress! I love the print
After the shoot I met Kim for her birthday celebration at the trendy and hip new El Camino lounge in Little Italy.
And of course they had a donkey there. Naturally! If you have ever been to Tijuana you recognize this immediately… a zebra striped donkey for the sole purpose of silly photo ops. It was great to see Travis! I haven’t seen him in months and he is always such fun. Until like the third day of drinking and then I want to choke him. No seriously, he is a blast and even though we don’t talk very often he is still one of my dearest friends.
I ran into my friend Bob, who I met through my friend Alex years ago. He is a marketing/branding guru and at the time that I met him he was instrumental in coaching the owner of NA and I into branding the company and ultimately coming up with the name Naughty America. Over the last 6 years he has helped us on various projects and I always seem to run into him downtown… we are going to have dinner or drinks this weekend when Alex comes to town.
Ok yeah, this was not a good idea with a 7:30 am call time in the morning. I do want to say, though, that this was the first time since high school that I did not need salt, lime or a chaser after a tequila shot! It was very good… and such a pretty bottle.
I lost count after 4 shots and 4 tallboys of Tecate.
They have little tiny TVs on the bar playing Mexican movies. (At least I think that’s what they were) That is literally smaller than the size of a credit card.
Some lady there had this purse made out of the thingys on beer/soda cans. (I am totally having a brain fart and cannot think of that word)
This is Kim’s friend Laura. I have no idea what is going on, I think someone told us to make mean faces or act mad.
I spent a good half hour or more attempting to get a shot of the airplanes flying directly overhead. This place used to be called the Airport Lounge presumably because it’s right in the flight path. The problem is, the bar is loud and you cannot hear the planes approaching until they are on top of the building and then it’s over in like 2 seconds. This is the best one I could get. I need to go back and hang out there when it isn’t so crowded.
On the way out the candles and the Chiclets caught my eye.
When I got home I ran into my neighbor Jack who was hired at Naughty America right before I left. His pet rat Splotch died yesterday and he was burying him in the little grassy area on the sidewalk. He was nice enough to let me document it and I sincerely hope that I didn’t upset him by asking to do so. (I was a little tipsy and I can be overwhelming if I am excited about something.) Losing a pet is always so difficult and I am sure his rat meant a lot to him. He has two more: Nyquist and I forget the other one’s name.
I know it seems weird and morbid, but it was really cool and I am glad that I came home at that precise moment. This seems to be happening to me a lot lately… this sort of ”being in the right place at the right time” kinda thing. Everything really does happen for a reason. Even when it doesn’t make sense and things seem to suck, you have to remember that.





















ew.
Thanks Laura, I was grateful for your presence. It would have sucked to have had to do that alone. The fact that you documented it is good too. Others who had met splotch can now share in the moment of his burial :>
RIP SPLOTCH
Oh, also, the other ones name is twiddle
Hell of a post, good looking women, alcohol, a rat burial and a donkey, what more could one want.
RIP Mr. Splotch. You, Jack and the boys are in my thoughts.
Glad you had company Jack.