Tag: Monkey

Vida de una Chica Soltera y Loca

I haven’t written anything over the weekend, because I have been traveling again. On Friday night, Ripper and I went down to meet Elle’s band in Tijuana. It happened to be Elle’s birthday, and we thought it would be a lot of fun to spend the evening with her and the boys in the last place I thought I’d ever be.

We flew to San Diego, cabbed to the border, walked over the border, and then caught another cab to the club where the band was playing. The club was something. It apparently used to be a very large cinema, but there was a fire that gutted the place, and the roof was destroyed. They cleaned it up, put up a stage, and voila, an outdoor music venue. We kept saying how this would never happen in the states, because of all the insurance and permit issues.

The opening band was this local ska-punk band. I never did catch their name. It was pretty cool. By the time the band went on, I was feeling pretty damn good. The band played a rocking set, and we were all pumped. When the gig was over, we set out to paint the town and eat some tacos.

We stayed out until the sun was almost coming up. I feel confident that I have seen and done what there is to see and do in Tiajuana at five in the morning. As you may expect, it’s not pretty. It’s also not quite as bad as all that either. It’s almost comedic. I’m not going to go into the specifics, because I don’t see the point. It wasn’t scintillating nor was it scandalous. It was just Tijuana.

The next day, we hoofed it back to the border, and along the way, some some of the other sites of the city. Including a lot of junk for sale on carts, some art, some roving musicians, etc.

Over all, I’d say it was a great experience in that it was an experience. Something I had never seen before, something I couldn’t have seen elsewhere, and something I never thought I would see. I’m glad I’ve gotten to this point in my life, where I have the opportunities to be spontaneous, and to do these unexpected things.

I didn’t tell my family that I was going, but I called Momser afterwards and told her I’d been. She thanked me for not telling her so that she wasn’t worried.

I went, I saw, and I didn’t get mugged or arrested.

Also, I accidentally had a bit of the tap water and nothing bad happened to me.

No pictures with this one, ’cause those are just for me and my friends.

Thank you!

Last week, I hit a milestone and broke a record with this here little journal.  On Friday, I set a new daily page views record.   The next day, I broke 10,000 page views since I moved to WordPress.

Here are some highlights from last week:

  • The Monkey Kids returned to the drive-ins.   An old tradition was reborn.  We caught a decent flick, and the train went by TWICE.
  • Also Wednesday, there was more piano barring.   I even sang a little. It’s was JMR’s birthday, too.
  • Friday was Maldroid at Bottom of the Hill.  Had some giggles with the girls, and managed to survive the sweltering heat.   Thank heaven for Pali’s passport application, which we made into a fan during the Maldroid set.   The guys busted out some sweet new tunes, too.   Oh, and there was a little bit of after party action at K4’s pad afterwards.   It was all about the Slurpees, Soap, and Gently Hot.  Oh, and A Grand Worth of Dildos! (Best Band Name EVA!  If my band didn’t already have a name . . .
I really appreciate your readership, and I hope you continue to enjoy my thoughts, musings, and silliness!

Throw Open the Shutters

Normally I’m not much of a open blinds kind of girl.  For one thing, my apartment is right at street level, and my windows are only a few feet from the sidewalk.    With my front window open, anyone walking by can look straight in.   I’m afraid they’ll see my soul.   (hehehehe – I kill me.)   Point being, I don’t usually have the blinds open, because I don’t really want the world looking in at me, and my fifty pairs of shoes scattered throughout the place and the piles of laundry on the window seat that I haven’t put away.  I’m also not much of a morning person, so I want to stay in bed in the dark as long as possible.

This morning, I’m feeling a little different, though.  I don’t really know why, but right after I got up, I felt like opening the windows.  And not just the back window by the kitchen, which has the blinds up the most.   I pulled the blinds up on every single window I got.  And I even opened the windows above the computer as I’m sitting here.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me.   Maybe it’s because I woke up, and my allergies seem to have abated in the night.  Maybe it’s because I got to hang out with the Monkey kids a little bit last night after Cinderella.  Maybe it’s because I told Baby Brother about my latest harebrained idea, and he thought it was pretty cool.  Or maybe it’s because I got to let out some of the yell I have in me last night (more on that later).

Any which way that it is, let the sun shine in, and let ’em look if they’re walking by and want to be nosy.  I’ve got nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from.

Fuck it all.

Just sayin’.

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night – Starry Plough

This past Saturday I trotted down to the Starry Plough in Berkeley to see S.O.L., Monkey, and Los Hooligans. Beforehand I talked to Momser about how my life is changing. She was telling me that it was a grieving process (in more than one way) and that I needed to respect that and allow myself to go through it. She suggested a short wake, where I raised a glass to the life I knew, bid it a fond farewell, and accept its passing. I decided to celebrate life past and present with some very good friends, and, you know, beer.
I took many photos throughout the evening, but unfortunately didn’t remember that I had my
camera until after S.O.L.’s set. I really enjoyed their set, and was really intrigued with how they’ve changed over the years. I hope they play again soon, so I can maybe give it a closer listen.

Kelly made it out Kelly

Adam was on top of his game
Adam Looking Hot

I was looking my best (SYKE!)
So Cute

RAYMOND!!!!!
Raymond and Me

AJ showed me an iPod full of pictures of his family (Side Note – have I shown you the pics on my iPod?)
Me and AJ

I really like this Dark and Mysterious Curt
Curt

Hi Sarah!
Sarah

Micah was holding it down
Micah Drumming

Dustin Monkey
Dustin

Brian Monkey
Brian

I guess I didn’t get a picture of Dan or Donelle playing, but I got Adam dancing
Adam Dance

Los Hooligans
Los Hooligans

Donelle Grooving
Donelle Groving

Curt doing Artibella with Los Hooligans. (I saw you with a fella)
Artibella - Curt & Los Hooligans

Adam & Donelle
Adam & Donelle

An artsy fartsy pic I took, through the looking/pint glass.
Wake

Some may go, but I think these friends are here to stay.
Me & Adam & Donelle

Fare the well, old life. It was more fun than not while it lasted, and I’ll miss you terribly.

Wanna Hang?

OK – to be honest, I don’t really know who all is reading this. That being said, this might not be such a good idea, but I’m going to let you all know where I will be next Saturday night. Hopefully all the Mark David Chapman’s of the East Bay region will stay home.

At any rate, long time friends, and even longer time rockers Los Hooligans (Fresno, CA) and Monkey (San Jose, CA) will be playing, along with close acquaintances SOL (East Bay, CA) at the Starry Plough next Saturday. This promises to be an excellent show, and I promise to drink at least one beer. Los Hooligans don’t play often, so it’s always a treat when they make it to the Bay Area. (Yes, it’s capitalized. ‘Cause I said so.) So, if you’re in the vicinity and you want to hang out and hear a variety of takes on the sounds of Jamaican ska, please stop by.

Starry Plough Flier