Monday September 26, 2005
Hello from sunny Oakland. It’s only like 8:15 in the morning here, and nicodemia and I are about to start packing for our camping trip. There will be pictures, oh yes.
Actually, the old boy is sleeping right now. ‘Twas a busy day yesterday, though. Topped off with some good beer and deep dish pizza.
We also got to see the infamous Bloom and his bride-to-be, Monique, as they hosted a Jack Daniels and Oreo party. Oh, I’m sorry, there were chips and salsa there also. This was back on Saturday, mind you.
Then there was my flight into San Fran. It was bad enough that the in-flight movie was Herbie: Fully Loaded, but I figured at least I could ogle Lindsay Lohan’s boobs, right? Wrong. After 20 minutes of providing a crappy picture, the projection system (a remnant of the early 80’s) cut out for our section of the plane, leaving only the red bulb on. Amazingly enough, some people watched the whole thing like that. To me it made an already unwatchable movie even less appealing. So Lindsay, because I know you read this blog daily, I’m sorry. I’ll have to stare at your tits another time.
One last thing. Never get drunk the night before you have to fly, no matter how hard your already-drunk posse insists. It is not worth it.
Hello from sunny Oakland. It’s only like 8:15 in the morning here, and nicodemia and I are about to start packing for our camping trip. There will be pictures, oh yes.
Actually, the old boy is sleeping right now. ‘Twas a busy day yesterday, though. Topped off with some good beer and deep dish pizza.
We also got to see the infamous Bloom and his bride-to-be, Monique, as they hosted a Jack Daniels and Oreo party. Oh, I’m sorry, there were chips and salsa there also. This was back on Saturday, mind you.
Then there was my flight into San Fran. It was bad enough that the in-flight movie was Herbie: Fully Loaded, but I figured at least I could ogle Lindsay Lohan’s boobs, right? Wrong. After 20 minutes of providing a crappy picture, the projection system (a remnant of the early 80’s) cut out for our section of the plane, leaving only the red bulb on. Amazingly enough, some people watched the whole thing like that. To me it made an already unwatchable movie even less appealing. So Lindsay, because I know you read this blog daily, I’m sorry. I’ll have to stare at your tits another time.
One last thing. Never get drunk the night before you have to fly, no matter how hard your already-drunk posse insists. It is not worth it.














