Well, that was one hell of a drunken night. Brock Lesnar beat Frank Mir to be the undisputed Heavyweight Champion. Guess Pro-Wrestling's not so fake after all :-)
Carlos has a dart board now. I managed to hit the bulls-eye once! That's TJ, Angie's husband, posing next to it. Erik says that his nephew, Chris, took a pic of me at EDC when Michael and I were seated on that spinner ride. I gotta see that.
Party ended when Carlos was doing his melodramatic drunk gimmick again (God, that better not be a pattern) and Michelle was trying to put him to sleep.
Angie and TJ said they'll find me on Myspace.
Random notes:
1) When I mentioned that I was just going to "fire up the porn" when I got home, Angie mentioned that she exposes her breasts when she's drunk.
2) Michelle and Angie kiss when they said goodbye.
Go figure.
I texted Guro to confirm if there was class today. No answer.
I woke up at 9:30AM today to give Guro a chance to text me in case we were training. Then I slept until 12PM. Nothing.
Mark texted me while I was supposed to be in church. He was in a melodramatic mood, which I haven't seen from him in a while. Something about making sure we're still boys and that he's got my back if I ever got into a fight with strangers. Sounds like a bad ecstasy trip. Anyway, he needs me to teach him how to fight. We've arranged for training on Thursday.
I visited Brian at the GNC. Suddenly we saw Datu approaching. I think he had his shirt off (nothing new), exposing his belly, but this time with permanent marker drawings along his arms, and Brian motioned for him to put his shirt on before entering the store.
Ryan (me): I'm gonna go get some food.
Brian: Don't leave me alone here with him!
Datu walked in wearing the same thing he was wearing yesterday. He had just got out of jail! Again! They got him for indecent exposure, public drunkenness, and drug use.
Datu: I was showing my dick.
Brian: Why were you showing your dick?
Datu: I was drunk. I was jacking off.
Brain: Why were you masturbating?
Datu: I was on cocaine. I cummed at the same time the police arrived. Kids were videotaping me. They said I was sick.
Looking at his papers, I learned his last name is Ikram, he's officially 5'4, and his occupation is a cook. He also found out for the first time through his police report that he's half Iranian. He asked for water and Brian told him to ask one of the nearby stores for a cup, clearly a diversion to get him out of here. Just as he was walking out, Brian's co-worker, Emily, came in and Datu was catcalling her, "Hey! Cute guy here!"
Brian: He's gonna get arrested again today.
Ryan: Can I go now?
Brain: No!
But Datu never came back and we guessed that, according to past trends, he got arrested again already.
Apparently Iam's performance got moved to 5:00PM. I went home to finish the last of my chicken adobo and went back to watch Iam. He sang such songs as Madonna's Crazy For You (which I have not been able to get out of my head since then), the Beatles' Eight Days a Week, Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire, Elvis' Love Me Tender, Cat Stevens' Wild World, and a lot more.
The security guard who arranged this - I think his name is Artin - approached me about possibly performing as well, mentioning the possibility of around $30 in tips. I expressed that I play, but don't sing. He clarified that I don't need to sing.
Brandon, who works at the Red Robin and who took piano classes for a little while where I practice guitar, stopped by with a big dude. The big dude coincidentally knew Iam. Brandon was wearing a Max Muscles jersey. I asked him where he got it. He revealed that he used to be a bodybuilder from age 16-20 (he's 26 now) and that Max Muscles was one of his sponsors, but he hasn't lifted seriously in the pst 6 years, which is why the jersey looked big on him. And then they went to watch Bruno.
Before Iam was almost done, mom and I went to eat at Zono Sushi in Burbank, where Eve (formerly an employee at Zono Sushi in Glendale) is now working during the weekends as she told me maybe a few weeks ago when she randomly found me at GNC. She wasn't there, though. They said she works mornings.
I went to the gym to get yolked.
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