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Wednesday: It's what's for dinner.
Jan. 29th, 2004 02:06 amToday actually was a fluid, productive day at work. And I did not have to kill. This made me happy.
Was supposed to go out and aid Marc and Piers with costuming after work, but Marc was unable to participate due to some stuff that came up, so it was going to be just me and Piers. But alas, Piers ended up getting wrong instructions from some guy, so he wound up about an hour and a half behind where he wanted to be.
So I stalled for time.
I haven't been downtonw Long Beach in a really long time, especially since they've turned the Promenade into...well...Santa Monica. Shops and restaurants galore where the old mall used to be, and lots of new nooks and crannies.
And an oddly placed Walmart.
After walking around for half an hour I decided to stop in at an old standby: Bertrum Smith's Acres of Books.
There it stands, a ginormous USED bookstore stretching over a whole, neck turning, musty of ages Acre. And Yes, I decided to get lost in the looooong, long stacks of used, ancient, and in really good condition hardbacks, and well thumbed, well loved paperbacks.
And I had to show lots of self restraint from buying a complete set of wonderful hardbacked classics--30 books or so, all priced at $3 each. Though unfortunately, you have to purchase the full set (there are a few in there that I just have no interest in reading or re-reading), I'd love to have them. But I have no place to put them. Damn.
Anyrate, I got out of there, and managed to find Piers, and we hopped down to Shorline Village to grab beer and eats at The Yard House. We sat and chatted about games, and writing, and (I swear to god, I don't know how it came up) sex with Dolphins (no monkeys this time), and Alien VD in Sci-Fi (or rather the *lack* of it), and the sexual politics of Smurfs. I think that we weirded out a lot of folks. The waitress was digging Piers' Britt boy Accent, and kept throwing large smiles. Nice.
And then I took Piers on a driving tour of Long Beach, Lakewood, Bellflower, Long Beach, Compton, and then through Downtown LA, and Hollywood. We ended up at The Parlour, and checked out Anthony V.'s new club, Fusion, and grabbed a couple of drinks. Good club, though Piers didn't like the music so much this time around (He dug Hang The DJ's...dunno, I think mainly the same, but hey, each to his own).
Saw a couple of folks I hadn't seen in a while, which was MARVALOUS. Got a quick couple of dances. We called it a night early, and walked with Liz out to her car. I invaded her personal space, and gave her huggage. Got on the freeway and zoomed Piers home (Good guy, he is. Ladies: He's single!).
And then, what's up with all the freeway construction. Jeesh. 101 southbound entrance ramp closed. Yehaw. 10 minute detour. And then hazoom hazoom, Valley to Compton in 30 minutes. Oh yeah. I love LA freeways at night. Good time.
Get home, and have a message to call back this company the next city over about my resume. They want to talk to me! So, maybe...maybe...we shall see, we shall see...
Good day, good evening, and hopefully tomorrow will be good too. I would love to write something profound, and wonderful here, but honestly, sometimes, the best things are the simple things. A good day is worth a thousand good words, and more. Especially when they seem so rare.
Goodnight, and have a great tomorrow.
Was supposed to go out and aid Marc and Piers with costuming after work, but Marc was unable to participate due to some stuff that came up, so it was going to be just me and Piers. But alas, Piers ended up getting wrong instructions from some guy, so he wound up about an hour and a half behind where he wanted to be.
So I stalled for time.
I haven't been downtonw Long Beach in a really long time, especially since they've turned the Promenade into...well...Santa Monica. Shops and restaurants galore where the old mall used to be, and lots of new nooks and crannies.
And an oddly placed Walmart.
After walking around for half an hour I decided to stop in at an old standby: Bertrum Smith's Acres of Books.
There it stands, a ginormous USED bookstore stretching over a whole, neck turning, musty of ages Acre. And Yes, I decided to get lost in the looooong, long stacks of used, ancient, and in really good condition hardbacks, and well thumbed, well loved paperbacks.
And I had to show lots of self restraint from buying a complete set of wonderful hardbacked classics--30 books or so, all priced at $3 each. Though unfortunately, you have to purchase the full set (there are a few in there that I just have no interest in reading or re-reading), I'd love to have them. But I have no place to put them. Damn.
Anyrate, I got out of there, and managed to find Piers, and we hopped down to Shorline Village to grab beer and eats at The Yard House. We sat and chatted about games, and writing, and (I swear to god, I don't know how it came up) sex with Dolphins (no monkeys this time), and Alien VD in Sci-Fi (or rather the *lack* of it), and the sexual politics of Smurfs. I think that we weirded out a lot of folks. The waitress was digging Piers' Britt boy Accent, and kept throwing large smiles. Nice.
And then I took Piers on a driving tour of Long Beach, Lakewood, Bellflower, Long Beach, Compton, and then through Downtown LA, and Hollywood. We ended up at The Parlour, and checked out Anthony V.'s new club, Fusion, and grabbed a couple of drinks. Good club, though Piers didn't like the music so much this time around (He dug Hang The DJ's...dunno, I think mainly the same, but hey, each to his own).
Saw a couple of folks I hadn't seen in a while, which was MARVALOUS. Got a quick couple of dances. We called it a night early, and walked with Liz out to her car. I invaded her personal space, and gave her huggage. Got on the freeway and zoomed Piers home (Good guy, he is. Ladies: He's single!).
And then, what's up with all the freeway construction. Jeesh. 101 southbound entrance ramp closed. Yehaw. 10 minute detour. And then hazoom hazoom, Valley to Compton in 30 minutes. Oh yeah. I love LA freeways at night. Good time.
Get home, and have a message to call back this company the next city over about my resume. They want to talk to me! So, maybe...maybe...we shall see, we shall see...
Good day, good evening, and hopefully tomorrow will be good too. I would love to write something profound, and wonderful here, but honestly, sometimes, the best things are the simple things. A good day is worth a thousand good words, and more. Especially when they seem so rare.
Goodnight, and have a great tomorrow.
