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