so concludes another day

continuation of the day...

passed out and woke back up. things felt better. i seemed to be in a little bit better head space.

or so i thought.

we (myself, jake, the amazing lambert and emily) went to go check out 111 minna to prep for our next gig this coming friday. i'm super pumped about it...this place is pro. (big pun just came on....he's still not a playa...foo). so back to 111 minna. this place is amazing and i can't believe that we have the oppurtunity to play there. are we ready for it? no. do we deserve to play there...somewhat. i say somewhat because we have some skills in our band, yet i agree with certain members that there is a lot more for us to accomplish still. however, if you were to base this on the heart of the band, we would be playing shoreline or madison square garden. the amount of love i have for the guys in the band is immense. i got to hang with jake after 111 minna and we did some shopping in sf.

oops. spent some money there...not the smartest move, but i will figure something out, i usually do, and since i really didn't get presents from my dad or mom, this will justify it (at least in my mind).

got home from throwing the Benjamin's about and cleaned up a bit...then tried on some of the new gear and heading over to 643 A Castro st.

we watched "the number 23" with jim carey...

that shit was weird. it's kinda interesting the way his character slowly loses control of reality and falls deeper and deeper into the depths of madness. it was eerie to watch. (smashing pumpkins on now...nice)

got home, old roomie was here, wrote her a check....kinda the last goodbye between us. it felt awkward, but not in a bad way. she and i always got along and our lives just took differing paths.

all in all, the only important thing of my day was realizing that michael mcdonald owes me a spooning session and must wait at my beaconing call....

mmmmm.

ok. time to empty the tivo.

a night of fast times and easy men...sort of

ah the joys of running into old friends...

started the night out at casa kirchner watching the pats game, but more watching my band mates enjoying themselves and the chicken wings. it's always fun to be with those guys outside of practice.

following that debauchery, i picked up the lost and wandering zach borba to continue the festivities with some more drinking (what else am i good at?)

with borba in tow, we did our fair share of rocking numerous bars in the castro and soma. zach and i went to college together and worked together while we were undergrads. he is a trooper...and his laugh is contagious as a motherfucker. a brief list of topics discussed are below...

boobs
chicks
his girlfriend and her great ass
why i kept running into guys i've hooked up with
crazy homeless people
drag queens (cookie dough & heckleena)
pizza
pizza
beer
and me shaving my head to win a brittany spears lip sync contest (don't worry...i didn't shave my head)

we ran into a former love of my life jeff who was at the gas station in the castro. the nice thing about jeff, other than his charm, great looks, sense of humor, smile, etc....(i swear i'm over him....really) is he always has great stories about large black women. case and point...last nights story:

i was on bart and there were these two large black women, and one of them farted and the other says "girl...it sounds like you have mickey mouse up there."

priceless.

we returned home after 2:30 and passed the fuck out. winner of a night.

next day:

drove zach to bart to head back to the east bay. came home and blogged like an 8th grade girl. hot.

Everyone else seems to blog, so why not I

My first blog...(in a while) so i should probably fill you in on the goings-on in my life at this juncture of my life...

25
living in the city
playing drums in a band (hence the title of my blog)
single
gay
tall

that more or less sums up me.

as i write, i should be working on revamping my resume but i just can't bring myself to do anything...i don't know where to start. my current job is at the college i went to and i really just sort of fell into it. that's awesome. the problem is, i don't know how to get out of it...

i love my job, but i want to get out of college (figuratively speaking). yes, i graduated in 2006, but i haven't left. it's time for me to leave...

i guess i will utilize this blog to chronicle the journey that is my life....