I was supposed to participate for a press conference for The Forgotten Jewel, that film that I was in. But had no idea it started at 2:30PM. Stayed at home instead marathoning True Blood.
Did my 2nd day of my current heavy lifting regiment for pull muscles.
Then it was off to pose as a Basketball fan again at the 35er Bar for what was called "Game 7" between the Lakers and the Celtics. I didn't understand the significance of "Game 7" until later ... when riots broke out on the news to "celebrate" the Lakers as Champions. Damn, I would hate to think what would've happened if they lost.
Security didn't even want to let me in because it was maximum capacity, but when they saw I wasn't going away, they let me in on the condition that I stay downstairs and unseen. Unfortunately, it was just Ben and Robert (whom I met last Tuesday). Robert's sister, Becky, didn't show up. But I can't wait to bust a #3 to her tomorrow. Mike and Tiffany couldn't make it because Mike had to work. Alex showed up later, having the same problem with security, but managed to talk his way through them.
Later we played pool over some burgers and Newcastles in the downstairs area of some diner called Jakes'.
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