I had a dream last night that my former FMA instructor sarcastically announced to me that he was opening up a dojo. I think the sarcastic attitude was a reflection of how in real life I fired him. End of dream.
Mommy and I went to visit Tolentino, who had been evicted from his house and was now living in the motel across the street. 1) I don't fully comprehend the project that he's been working on, but A) he's been writing to President Obama, B) he's trying to set up a meeting with the Prince of Dubai, and C) he's already received a response from Chelsea Clinton. 2) He showed me the left Boxing glove that my distant relative Manny Pacquiao gave to him, personally adressed in signature - the same Boxing glove that knocked down Oscar De La Hoya!
Not bad for a guy who's living in a motel across the street from the house he was just evicted from. Not bad at all. Oh, and I finally found out that the reason his voice sounds the way it does is because his vocal chords were accidentally nicked during a surgery.
I actually had Jack in the Box for the first time since 10/17/10. Same meal, but with a Hi-C whereas I just remembered that I used to get it with a lemonade. It's been that long.
I stopped by the Law School open house in Glendale, but only to ask how to send in my letters of recommendation and inquire about the academic calendar before taking off.
At the mall, Jessica was working at American Basics and is renewed in the database. The Adelle look-alike was working at the "i Play & Talk" vendor booth. It looks like she washed her hair today. She happened to be running her fingers through her hair as I walked by. That detail is so in my database. Hypothetically, it would be so hot if, while she was in a hypothetical cowgirl position, she ran her fingers through her hair that way.
Then it was off to a Bar and Grill in Burbank to work for Paul and Martha's band. I haven't seen them since last 7/4/11. Paul bought me a Guinness on tap. Wow, those go down the esophagus very smoothly.
PAUL: We saw Journey when they first hooked up with Arnel Pineda and all these Filipinos were there to see Arnel ... and they just sat there and didn't move. It was the calmest concert I've ever been to!
Bad news: I definitely need to replace my almost-10-year-old battery as, despite being fully charged, it died 25 minutes into the performance. Good news: I had an inexplicable 6th sense to bring the power adapter and the sound man had an extension chord. Bad news: I ran out of tape while they were playing Heart's Barracuda. Good news: The band wasn't happy with how they played it anyway. Good news: They continued playing overtime and I got paid overtime.
PAUL: (Regarding Journey's drummer Dean Castronovo) He can sing, play drums, and his name's Casanova ... I hate him! Even I wanna suck his dick! [Author's note: He's joking, I think.]
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