Saturday March 6, 2010

Well since I went to bed at 10:30 I was awake at the crack of dawn. I hit the gym and then met my friend Mike, the owner of Tivoli for a beer and lunch at Funky Garcia’s. They have these delicious little street tacos that I could have eaten about 12 of.

This was the Al Pastor taco, a little spicy for me, but I am a wimp. You should try it.

We had a few beers and a couple of shots of Patron Cafe. Holy shit that does not even taste like tequila!

Kim had introduced me to it a few months ago and I always forget to suggest it when someone is trying to jam tequila shots down my throat. Tequila is the one liquor that I had a bad experience with when I was in high school and cannot get past. I generally only drink it when I am in Mexico because  you really don’t have a choice. Anyways, one thing led to another and Mike told me all about the bartender/restaurant convention in Vegas on Monday. Hmmm. Guess what? I have some free time! Oh really, you have an extra room at the Encore? Wow how convenient! Hey Mike, I am going to Vegas with you and your brothers

I love circus mirrors. My legs look so long and sexy.

The hot bartender named Tracy, go stop in and say hi to her. Plus she has a huge rack…

After a little while, the mo’s called us to Hillcrest and we met up with some of the people from Big Bear weekend and had a snack and another drink at Baja Betty’s. Now at this point, I am in dire need of a nap and need to be ready for my niece Jessica and her bf Blaine to come to my loft and head out to dinner and to On Broadway. We went for sushi at Ra (I always love bringing new people out for sushi when they are too intimidated to order on their own, I steer them to at least one raw roll and they usually love it.) We went to the most miserable nightclub on earth after that where 3 of their friends were kicked out of the club within an hour. I used to come to this place all the time. It was the worst! It’s an old bank and they have turned the vault downstairs into a hip hop room or something, so I took a photo of the actual lock. Mind you Jessica’s friend punched the glass on the thing moments later and got himself escorted out of the building. Good times. Amateur hour!

I love the women’s bathroom here, too. Great lighting.

We ended up going to Nunu’s in Bankers Hill because the downtown club scene was just too annoying for all three of us. Ran into Jason (@sneakyme) and another guy I met a few months ago randomly in a downtown bar and of course, my favorite Banker’s Hill bartender, Doug. Being friends with bartenders is dangerous.

I stayed in bed til 1:30 pm on Sunday and tried to go clean out my office but I was too hungover to move.

UGH.

Saturday 12.12.09

I spent the whole day unpacking more of my shit. I am so over this. And believe me, Kim has been the one dealing with most of it. I am such a pack rat! Gawd! I got my hair done at a place downtown called Dearinger’s that I can walk to. I love not having to drive anywhere, although the rain this week sucked the big one.

On the way home I stopped at Ra Sushi which is not my favorite sushi bar in San Diego, but is edible. (Get the Gojira Roll and the Crispy Spicy Tuna) I ordered a big fat 22 oz beer and a hot sake and waited for my order while blowing up Twitter.

When I got home I took a nap and woke up at 10:00 pm to go out. I can’t even tell you when the last time I had to take a nap in order to go out at that hour was. My co-worker Phil (who I knew back in the scene from 15 years ago from my ex bf Victor) text me earlier saying that DJ Harvey was in town and playing downtown. When I said that I would go and boogie with him, I had no idea I would be in a open warehouse type space and not a nightclub. My instructions were to go to the corner of this and that street and look for the red door. As we approached the building and heard the music through the walls it brought me right back to the early 90’s. Luckily there was a bar and they were serving alcohol or I might not have stuck around. We lost Sandee pretty quickly, I think she and her date had a different agenda. Phil goes by the name Phil Aye in the DJ world and has many many connections. He was like Mr Fucking Popular and pretty much knew everyone! Barry Weaver and tons of people who looked familiar to me (but whose names escape me) were also there. It’s funny how you would spend hours rambling and talking to people and you would learn so many personal things about them and then the next day you would barely remember their first names. I ran into this guy named Isaac who drove me and Stephanie to my very first rave down by the border of Mexico in 1992. It was called Barbarella based on the 1968 Jane Fonda movie. There were giant screens playing the movie and hundreds of people running around this strange horse ranch. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why we were driving this far away to go to a party at midnight with no keg. Stephanie left me alone for about 30 minutes and that is precisely when I discovered nitrous and ecstasy. What the hell else was I going to do with my night and twenty bucks?

Anyways, last night was a blast and I hope that I get the opportunity to do it again soon. I did not do any drugs… those days are over for me. Funny story though, on the walk over there Albert was like “Hey why are you wearing high heels? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in different shoes?” and I retort “Albert, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Can I just tell you that I almost walked home barefoot in the rain and my feet are fucking killing me today? Arrrggggh.

(pardon the shit photos, I haven’t replaced the point and shoot yet)

It was awesome running into Anna! Love her!

DJ Harvey playing for his cult followers