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Tim Gunn Book Signing:Â A Timeline

Saturday, April 28 2007. Climate: warm. Mood: slight hangover, overall malaise.

Mission: Book signing event for Tim Gunn’s (from Bravo’s Project Runway)Â new publication - “A Guide to Quality, Taste, and Style.”

4:53 - Mikey arrives in what we locals refer to as “The Whale,” translation: San Diego.

4:55 - I make a beer run. I purchase Negro Modelo and Pacifico, in honor of all my mexi homies.

5:02 - “They taste weird”… Mikey’s comments while eating the black bean and corn chips I serve him as nosh. I disregard the comment.

5:03 - 6:20 - Channel changing between the NFL draft, the Padres game, and a basketball game… cannot recall which. Mikey following the scores on his BlackJack at the same time.

6:22 - And we’re off. Destination: The Obelisk Bookstore in Hillcrest, aka Gay Town USA.

6:30 - We arrive. There’s no line at the bookstore quite yet. There is an unsaid feeling that we don’t want to be the first in line. He’s cool, but not THAT cool. We kill time in a housewares/furniture store next door. Don’t buy anything. Mikey shows me what he got my mas for ma’s day… “really? …cool.”

6:35 - A small crowd builds at “The Obelisk.” Mikey and I make our way inside to purchase our books, admiring all the boy-on-boy paraphernalia while waiting in line. “We should get that for dad. He was in the navy, right?”

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After reading about this product on three unrelated websites in the span of ten minutes I was sold. According to the Ritual website…

“Just two drops of Nature Calls in your toilet prior to doing your business obliterates all odor. This truly revolutionary, plant-extract-derived solution doesn’t just cover up unpleasant smells, it eliminates them… (Say goodbye to the courtesy flush.)”

So… having schooled my ex in the benevolent art of courtesy flushing I purchased him a small gift. I must say, I am a bit of a Doubting Dolores on this one, but I await his testimonial with baited breath and plugged nose. Such an invention could change the world, boys and girls.

aaaaand, we’re back…. there seems to be a theme going on in these posts… stool and muzak. i’ve already touched upon the former, so i’ll take a turn with the latter. (btw… papa loves mambo… the scene where marty’s on the hoverboard behind young biff’s ride and the song is playing on the radio, they go through the tunnel and he loses radio signal… boo yah!) anywho… so, mikey wants me to chat a bit about the John Legend/Corrine Bailey Rae concert I went to on Tuesday at UCI Bren Center. It was stellar. Moving on.

Amy Winehouse. She has a face best hidden behind a paper bag, but damn the chick can sing. She’s Shirley Bassey meets Lauryn Hill reincarnated into a tatty, foul mouthed, jewess brit with the face only a mother could love. Check her out. I dig her. Like a grave. Just close your eyes so you’re not distracted by the incongruity between the horse face and the kick ass voice.

Amy Winehouse - Rehab

so… my brother requested i start contributing to the loft… for my debut, i think i’ll chat a little about the interesting night i had last night. met up with a couple friends for happy hour. drank a couple toxic margaritas. we all went back to his place to sober up a bit before heading home. somehow “sobering up” turned into “i’m gonna run down to 7-11 to get more beer.” long and tedious story short - i’m puking by 10:30, passed out by 11:30, and hating life at 6:00 this morning. and, to cap off my already miserable wednesday morning, another wave of nausea hits and i’m getting a toilet facial again. now, i consider myself a pretty experienced drinker. i went to ucsb, i survived. but not until about 6 months ago did this “morning puke” thing ever effect me. i had heard whisperings of the morning after purge, but it didn’t make sense to me. day after alchopoops - sure. i’ll buy that. but puking? the day after? why? i’m fairly certain i purged the vile stuff the night before, what’s left besides shame and regret? a day of reckoning apparently. i gotta get back to my gatorade. happy hump day.

oh, and mikey - your stools will be delivered in 2-3 days. mikey loves bombo!