i was lucky enough to have a group of friends come down from the City to stay with me for the weekend...after a somewhat later than ideal arrival we still managed to get out Friday nite and have some good times...overall it was a great weekend and it's always nice to see and spend time with good people. per the usual, highlights:
- Happy Hour
- dinner and strolling
- the awaited arrival
- Ed's no gentleman
- taking Grover for a fast ride...and just getting to know Grover all weekend
- first-timers to Los Angeles
- the dood in shorts and sandals...well, sandals after going barefoot...at the club
- Los complaining that the DJ wouldn't play T.I., only for "Whatever You Like" to be the next song
- the cougars
- throwing down on the dance floor
- "Armenian" burritos & Beerfest
- morning jog
- Foxy's and pinkberry and laying out a bit
- rolling caravan style in milo & Grover
- the Getty and the competing songs and the funny tram ride
- cold beach
- tag-teaming traffic
- Los: "Lou, do u got any Cheez-Its like last time?"
- the Rock Band rotation
- dinnering up with some good Sangria...but NO cheese breads!!!!!! (WTF???)
- meeting up with Jeremy for a drink
- dancing it up, again
- "Whatever You Like" (again)
- Carlo showing some moves
- Los getting wild
- Atonement and Old School
- Roscoe's [with Jeremy too!] & pinkberry
- Los' Feliz shirt
- finally getting the right street for the Hollywood sign
- hosting and spending time with people I love
- somehow fitting 4
- all the laughs and jokes and good times
- the keeping of traditions...and introducing the traditions to others
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as my late nite post last nite indicated, i find myself mentally preoccupied much of the time...something lurks and quietly nags. it's there, tho its presence is not necessarily always felt. the weekend added some additional weird element to it...and after the friends departed and i realized this week brings the end of monday nite dinners with my brother in law...well, a certain sadness hit that could only be stemmed by passing out from exhaustion, with the exhaustion itself playing some role in the feeling...as i found myself on my bed the other nite, full of thoughts and hopes and wishes...thinking about some of the things i want in life i felt a small sense of total disillusionment with myself and the silly life i lead. i have much to be thankful for...so much that it makes me almost feel guilty for ever being down in the dumps and having woes of my own...for wanting some of the things i want in life.
it's hard to explain...and i guarantee this sounds weird and like much more than it actually is in reality. it's just funny to realize that you have a lot, that there is so much good out there...but to still want something else. i guess the best thing to do is to be thankful for what you've got and let the rest take care of itself. and it always seems to do just that somehow.
* tonite's pic was taken by either Laura or Meaghan
** the current Top 5 is based on tunes rocked out to as we cruised around this weekend
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