A cursed day in Hollywood

I watched the first epsiode of True Blood today. I'm considering marathoning it since I now have free time.

Eugene, Stef, Jun, and Kate picked me up. Kate is Jun's cousin who was also in their play. The plan was to go to Rose Tea Garden and interview her for their DVD. I set up the scene really nice. But they need a boom mic.

They've also fired their actress Anieszka because she's fucking her artist roommate who's 50 years older than her in exchange for free rent.

At Stef's house, I found out what they thought about Carlomar, Guro's 2nd in command in Filipino Martial Arts (FMA): Eugene's surpassed him as he's published and doing web design while Carlo's "still playing with sticks."

Went to Pigs and Whistles, a pub in Hollywood, to watch some open mic featuring Stef's friend Tien. They had Sam Adams Summer Ale on tap ... But when they poured it, nothing except foam came out and they were like, "Sorry." I had to settle for Guinness. I didn't tip them. They dogged me. I didn't care.

The first comedian got pissed off that nobody was laughing at any of his jokes, so he bitterly ended it by picking on Stef and Tien, implying that they've taken a bunch of cocks. Eugene then scared him away that he left! This one singer who was Filipino recognized us as Filipino, so he sang one of his half-English/half-Tagalog songs. He gave us his CDs entitled Ernie in Denial. Tien did her covers of Weezer's Say It Ain't So and Paramore's Misery Business on the piano.

I accidentally kicked over this chick's guitar case. But she was timid and OK about it. She ended up being the best singer. I hit her up afterward. Her name's Aliya Hashemi from Seattle and she's only been here for four months.

Eugene still being pissed at the first comedien then triggered him being pissed about how Stef gets hit on a lot. And I was pissed at that cock tease of running out of Sam Adams when they tried to pour it for me. So the only thing that made it all better was some Pad Thai at Sanam in North Hollywood.