Here are the few photos I took on Friday night.
What I wore.
Had the Bowser’s Pizza with Rippor and ‘Elle before the show.
Deal’s Gone Bad
Commando!
Baby Bro.
Rippor, ‘Elle, and Baby Bro
I didn’t get a single decent shot of The Slackers, but you know, I have a million of those already.
I wish I had a camera. I was just running over to Great Wall on College to pick up some Chinese take out, though, so I didn’t really think I needed it. I thought I would never find a parking spot over there at that time in the evening, but I had some luck. Right there on 63rd, around the corner from the restaurant, I found an open spot on the street.
But after I parked, I saw something that made me pause for a second. On the pole next to my passenger side window, there was a sign that said something about a $48 ticket. When I got out of the car I took a closer look.
The sign said basically that $48 parking tickets would be issued in that area that day between 12:30 and 3:30. Since it was closer to 6, I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. The sign also said check the posting. That’s when I noticed the cities posted “No Parking” sign. Street cleaning is obviously from 12:30 to 3:30, but only the second Monday of the month. Do you have to carry a calender around to know which Monday it is in order to park legally in Oakland?
Apparently not, because when I looked around, I realized that it wasn’t the only sign. Someone wanted to make sure that everyone knew not to park on that section of 63rd today. My first thought was, “What an awesome neighbor!” My second thought was, “They’re doing a good job of depriving the city of revenue.” What was the motivation behind the signs? Maybe it was both. Either way, I thought it was pretty cool.
Just sayin’.
I wrote this on Saturday, but I guess I hit save instead of publish, so it’s not as current and “breaking news” as I was hoping it would be.
It’s the best kind of awful sensation I’ve ever loved, to be in physical pain from practicing. I had my second get together with my band today. We really got into some more of working out exactly how things are going to go together on certain songs. I never thought I’d see the day where someone would be truly impressed by anything I could come up with musically. but Ruckus was digging some of what I came up with on one particular song. I wanted to do back flips, but I think I did a good job of playing it cool.
Even if it wasn’t fulfilling to hang out and jam with those guys, they’re all pretty cool, too. I would probably hang out with them just to hang out with them. They had me cracking up in full gerbil laugh mode. In case you didn’t know, and they didn’t before today, when I laugh really hard, I squeak like a small rodent.
The giggles were brought on by our further attempts to find a name for this damn band and the ruminations on penis jokes that that inspired. The name I came up with last week was so cool that it’s already been taken by a trio in Canada, so it’s back to the drawing board on that.
I’m sure there will be many more stories to tell.
Mom got in on Saturday night, and we spent yesterday together, and even saw my brother for a while. We went to the Winchester Mystery House, because it’s something she had always wanted to do. This was the second time I had been there this year, and it was just as cool the second time around. I love that house, and I still say that I want to be just like Sara Winchester when I grow up.
So, this is going to be a crazy week in a different sense. Lots of family stuff, and probably a lot of running around. We’re going to get me a sewing machine so that I can become just as crafty as Mom. Actually, that’s not humanly possibly, I don’t think. My mom is pretty damn crafty. I just want to be able to make a curtain to cover the ugly bars in my bathroom and some cushions for my window bench. Maybe I’ll progress some day to making some clothing.
Also on the agenda is going out to eat at places my dad wouldn’t want to go to, like for Indian. I think it’s hilarious that my mom wants to do this. It just goes to show that it’s always good to have some time to do your own thing, even after 37 years. Yeah, they’ve been married that long. I don’t know if that gives me hope or scares the crap out of me, to be honest.
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