And on the eighth day, I rested.
I’ve been back East for seven days, and until today my schedule was packed tighter than an Asian’s pussy with appointments, people to see, and things to do. Today was the first chance I had to just relax and take it easy. The only problem was, I thought I was going to need my father’s car to get around town today, so I had him wake me up early so that I could drive him to work and take the car. I soon realized that my mother was not working today, so I could have slept in and used her car. Once again, I wasted an opportunity to get a full night of sleep.
I had a bagel for breakfast. Fuck, these local bagels are so much better than anything I’ve consumed in the last year. I want to freeze them all and bring them back with me so I have something delicious (and free) to eat for the next few weeks when I return to Los Angeles. I’m not kidding, LA Jews have no idea how to craft a tasty bagel. After my bagel I drove my sister to the mall so she could make some makeup appointment and shop around for a bathing suit. I think there was another purpose for our mall visit, but I cannot remember what it was right now. I’m tired.
After a few hours of relaxation, I got a call from Ken asking if I was ready to drive him, Alex and Adam to the airport. I picked him up from his house (he even remembered to give me the special packaging we ordered for the Obscure References CD-r’s, the doll!), threw his suitcase in the trunk, and headed for Alex’s house to meet him and Adam. The three of them were being flown to Amsterdam to perform with a Jewish-themed band at some sort of children’s festival. The main personality in the band was that MILF I mentioned the other night, whose CD is pictured several entries below this one (the bagel CD/jewel insert design). We sat and chatted for a few minutes, and then drove to the airport. Ken slipped me $20, which I thought about taking to the liquor store, but decided to stick in my pocket for safe keeping. I returned home and picked up my sister and father, and the three of us had dinner at a diner in the town where my father works. It was good.
More relaxation after dinner, as Ken was gone and Jack was busy with one of his wink-wink meetings. He swung by to pick me up at 10:30 and we drove to Borders to look at some books, but I refused to purchase anything. He bought a book on becoming a movie producer. He then dropped me off at home, and I watched “Top Chef”, like a total fucking loser.
I would not say that today was boring, but it certainly was not my least busy day yet. At the same time, it was the most vacation-like day I’ve had yet, because it was completely unstructured. I think I’m better off not scheduling my life, because even if I plan something cool and exciting for myself I always dread going through with it as the event approaches. I’m not sure what that says about me other than I’m probably really lazy…but it’s certainly a weird trait I have. Nevertheless, I’m quite excited about tomorrow night’s planned drinking excursion in the city. I’ve spoken to ten or fifteen friends who have sworn they would stop by to pay their respects to me on my last real night on the town before my flight. I’m sure there will be lots of pictures to share then. Speaking of which, Lindsey and Sam sent me a few pictures from the other day, so if you’ve noticed some links to pictures of me in this paragraph, those are what you’re seeing.
Stereolab – Harmonium – (buy this album)
St. Louis Jimmy Oden – Going Down Slow – (buy this album)
Derek Lamb – The Money Rolls In – (buy this album)
Spider – Midnight On The Nile – (buy this album)
Jerusalem & The Starbaskets – Fields and Strings
