Friday April 23, 2010

Today was Sarah and Marc’s wedding! That meant that a ton of people from Boston were in town and we were all gonna get wicked cocked and act wicked retahded! If you have spent any time in New England you would know that people from Massachusetts are often called MAssholes.

I was not the official photographer for Sarah and Marc’s wedding but Ryan and I wanted to shoot it and get some footage under our belts with the new Canon. I was just trying to get back in the swing of things in case I decide to start shooting weddings again. We spent most of the morning with the bride and groom and got some really good stuff. Around 2 pm everyone piled onto a double decker bus and we were shipped to the ceremony site in La Jolla…a place called the Wedding Bowl. The reception was at Marina Village and everyone did a grand job of getting totally shitfaced and provided me with some fantastic photo ops!

 Here you can see one of the very intoxicated guests on the floor as well as the bride and both of the bridesmaids and another guest in the white sweater. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even remember taking this photo until I went through the memory card this afternoon.

 I don’t want to post too many of them here because it wouldn’t be right to show them before the bride and groom see them. I can tell you that I was not able to talk Sarah into trashing her dress. In fact I waited til she was well on her way to wasted back at the hotel and she just laughed at me and told me to stop asking. **sigh**

As you can see I was well on my way to being thoroughly intoxicated as well, drinking white wine straight from the bottle.

After the wedding reception we all went back to the Catamaran (the hotel that all of the guests from out of town were staying at) and shut down the bar. Well, actually a fight broke out and they kicked us out. We ended up in someone’s room and about an hour into that room party I was  kicked out for taking too many photos/filming the guy in the above picture. He was out of hand but so damn funny and the other MAssholes were egging him on. His girlfriend was less than thrilled with my ongoing footage of her boyfriend and asked me to leave. HAHA! Making friends!

Friday 11.20.09 CONTINUED ….

After the cooking class Chris and I went to my new place and I unpacked a few more boxes while we waited for Mr. and Mrs. Late to Everything. Joe and Vanessa picked us up and brought us to the Comedy Store in La Jolla to see Tommy 5tone’s friend Justin Martindale along with some others. (There really isn’t any info on Justin online since he has literally been at this for about 2 months! You will, however, find an interview about him on page 30 of Frontiers magazine, found in the Los Angeles area.) The first comic was named Jerome Cleary and since we walked in during the middle of his set, I can’t really speak about his level of funniness. He was definitely gay and definitely making gay friendly jokes. The second comic was a woman named Jodi Miller who was probably the funniest goddamn woman I have seen or heard in a long time. It’s not very often that female comedians are hilariously hilarious during their entire set, but this woman had us all in stitches the entire time. It might have been because #1) she and I are the same person or #2) she was making fun of women like me the whole time. Either way, this woman (not sure if she was a lesbian or just a fag hag or just plain funny) had some great one liners that I began tweeting. Here is one gem: “Hey you can rape me, but if it sucks, I am going to press charges.” That, my friends, is funny shit. Justin was great, I cannot remember for the life of me one funny thing he said, but on a scale of 1 – 10,  I would give him an 8.

The headliner was a woman named Shawn Pelofsky who was really not nearly as funny as Jodi Miller. I hate to say it, but every single person in our party felt the same way. Keep an eye out for Jodi Miller.

After we got out of La Jolla as fast as humanly possible we decided to trek downtown to the Chee-Chee… this was to be the maiden voyage into the scariest, nastiest dive bar in all of San Diego… just a mere block from my new place. (Insert eerie music here) Every day I drive by this place and see the vagabonds, transients, homeless and downright crazies chilling at the bus stop outside the front door. Every day I think that someday I will get the courage to enter. I have daydreams about walking in during lunch with my sexy secretary clothes on and watching the regulars lift one eyebrow as I demand a Budweiser in a bottle.

Let me tell you how disappointing it was to see a bunch of hipster kids with tattoos on their necks sitting around shooting the shit with their hipster girlfriends. After 2 drinks we went to the loft and had another bottle of cheap wine and called it a night. I have a looong day of drinking and eating ahead of me tomorrow