Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Um, yeah, you could say I've been having too much fun, except I ain't never had too much fun! So Tuesday I went to this industry thing, and finally got to see Metal Skool (because midnight on a Monday is past my bedtime, apparently). Afterwards I eventually made my way to another karaoke Tuesday (though technically I didn't arrive til Wednesday) @ Guy's North, which is fortunately very near my place. Unfortunately, I was painfully hung-over on Wednesday (word to the wise, don't end your night with a "bay breeze," that's all I'm sayin'), only to come home and discover the hot water was out in the whole building. Meaning my only option was to wake up early on Thursday and go to the gym, where I hoped the water heater would be working. Finally made it to The Dive on Highland for drinks Thursday night before meandering over to the New York Dolls/Television Tribute night at Safari Sam's--the highlight of which was Peppermint Creeps, hands down, you don't even know. I think I get tonight off--I hope so anyway, cause this weekend will be filled with my first appearance at the book club I joined in January, kickball practice, probably the Walkmen, and a very special 70s karaoke night @ Guy's on Tuesday. Not to mention laundry and packing for my trip to New York next week!! Am I excited? You bet your ass I am!! Life can NEVER be too much fun!

Hip, hip, hurrah

Three cheers for bizarre sex dreams on Monday morning! Not quite as exciting as bizarre sex on Monday morning, but somewhat less messy.

Less thrilling, finding out your Dad had to have his beloved dog put to sleep--he will be missed (the dog, not my dad).

That notwithstanding, been generally having a good time (even in my sleep, apparently) recently: saw a Dodgers game, went whale watching and finally saw Grindhouse last weekend, and of course made the Tuesday night pilgrimmage to karaoke at Guys in Studio City. Saw Hot Fuzz this Friday (hilarious!) and finally made it to Redwood downtown on Saturday (awesome '80s music, I could have danced all night). Spent Sunday slightly hunover and mostly inert, gearing up for another busy week.

Shit! I almost forgot!

Major announcement lost in all the hullabaloo--Jake and Katie tie the knot in August! Yay! Can't wait to party with the Georgetown gang in Denver at the wedding! And thanks to everyone who called me to discuss this most important development on Sunday, so sorry I only had 5 minutes to chat. We will dish all this dirt and more, soon, I swear!

Easter Parade

Had a very un-Pascal weekend: in observance of Lenten abstention, had a crazy all-you can eat sushi dinner on Friday w/ super-trooper from the OC Carol (took her 2.5 hours to get to the Valley-ouch!) & roomie Allison, followed by adventures in Downtown w/ Linda and crew. Original plan was to hit up El Cid, but dinner did that in. Then we were headed to a random warehouse party Downtown, but when we got there it was overrun with teenagers (despite the fact that I got carded to see Blades of Glory, which was hilarious, I do not count myself in their number) and the door was being manned by a bum, literally. So we went to Bordello instead, which was really cool and is allegedly in an actual house of ill-repute. And the bartenders were appropriately attired for the theme. How cute. Saw some random band playing gypsy music from the '30s which, I was drunkenly instructed by Brian, is the root of jazz. You learn something new every frickin' day. Thanks to Andrew for keeping us entertained even after the music stopped. Saturday was off to a very slow start, but we managed a successful shopping trip to buy a wedding present in the ghetto (that's so accurate, I don't even want to get into it) and a dress for Carol for her sis's wedding (not in the ghetto, thank god). Inadvertently had a mocha and carrot cake for dinner (I swear I thought I'd have time and appetite left for a real meal!) then trudged to Dimples for a couple drinks and about 8 rounds of Happy Birthday (my advice, if it's not your big day and you just want a fun night of watching your friends embarrass themselves in Burbank, go to Sardo's instead). Learned a couple polka steps outside of NoBar before beddy-bye time, finally. Showed up for Prince's fabu bar-b-que in less than stellar shape. Still, couldn't help but have a wonderful time with such an energetic host and lovely company.
I know you think I must be done, but I actually spent last night at the House of Blues on Sunset. I couldn't bring myself to drink a drop and left before the show was over to get home and get some zzz's (also got a parking ticket--boo!). Since there's no rest for the wicked (and I am wicked indeed), I'm headed to not-lame karaoke with the crew tonight. Tomorrow I sleep!