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Here are some pictures I took in San Francisco. I’ll make a set of them later and add descriptions and all that. It was a fun time. I’m still writing about it trying to make it interesting for the masses.

Anyhow, since I took a vacation day from work today I decided it would be an opportune time to pick up my instruments that I left at my mom’s. So I got my acoustic and electric guitar as well as my saxaphone (tenor that is). Hot. I also got me a Busy Bee’s sandwich while I was in Pedro. No one makes a better sandwich here in LA. No one. Go there. 24th and Walker.

Just got in from SF. Thanks to ohmeohmy and everyone I came into contact with for putting up with me for the weekend. Especially last night after 4 Jager shots, 2 tequila shots, 3 Sapphire tonics, 6 or so beers and 3 or so glasses of wine.

And for those of you wondering: yes. I did get stood up. What more to expect from this mug? HA!

A more complete report when I can work my brain around this.

I’m almost ready to head off to SF for the weekend. I need to finish up a couple of things here at work, then it’s time for that oh so fun drive up the 5. I’m hoping to get to the destination (which is ohmeohmy‘s place) around 10pm. From then, I don’t know. No plans. Moop.

The only thing is the wedding tomorrow, the reception, and then meeting D___ after the reception for drinks @ the Eagle. But that’s it. If things get a little stale, I might head out Sunday afternoon. If not, perhaps later. I don’t know.

But I am armed with jackets, sweaters and a scarf. Ha! Smell you assholes later.

Mambo sightings a flourish this weekend. Unfortunately neither Roomie nor I sighted (?) her. But we still hold out hope. Thankfully she can hunt, so we’re not too worried. We just want her back.

Anyhow, I’m up in the Bay Area this coming weekend. It’s probably going to be frigid as all hell there. As Mark Twain said, “The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” Right.

While I’m up there, I get to see meeschievous get hitched, go out for drinks with the vault manager of our SF facility at The Eagle. And hopefully some other stuff. Yay!

It’s been a while since I’ve been to the:

Ton’s of fun to see The Cold War, ohmeohmy‘s band. More pics here.

This motherfucker was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He decided to photograph the process of getting the tumor removed. Yes you do see his brain. It’s the most fascinating thing I’ve seen in a while.

It reminds me a little of when I went in for a liver biopsy back in 97. I insisted on seeing the part of me they took out. Everyone thought I was crazy, but I was very demanding. If it happened now, you bet your sweet bippy I would photoblog that shit!

Lots of things on my mind lately. Mambo is still missing although neighbors have said they’ve seen her around. So I’m hopeful and not as desperate as I was last week.

I really hate the fact that I really want to go shopping, but I don’t have the appropriate funds. I really do need to supplement my income somehow. One of my employees said I should do a webcam thing. Ha! People will pay for me to turn it off!

But I have an itch to buy goth clothes. Like a goth circa 1983. And shit-kicker boots with buckles. Someone stop me before I start cutting myself. Ha!!!

Mambo is still missing. I put up signs in the neighborhood yesterday so hopefully she turns up. Roomie and I are really worried. Quelle horror!

The screening of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary was fun! Except for this cunt who first cut in line in front of us then ran in front of our blanket, flailing her hands about with the remnants of her cheap ass wine. When I yelled out “excuse you” to her, she had the nerve to yell back at me. Whatever. I hope her breast implants rupture and she gets cancer.

But overall the people were very cute. The walking fashion disasters (always referred to as DON’TS) were just hilarious. Anna, klikitak and I had a ball making fun of those.

It is muggier than an armpit right now. I live in fucking Southern California, not Louisiana. This weekend in Vegas it got up to 116 degrees. Even that is better than the current conditions here in Burbank now.

To make matters worse, one of my cats Mambo is missing right now. I’m a wreck right now.