Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters

So, this past weekend saw myself and Kelly going out, first for a bite at Sushi Kaiho (which is just down the street from me) and then off to karaoke way the fuck out in the Valley at a joint called Guys and Dolls, a real dive bar that I only picked 'cause Hawk (our usual guy from Liquid Kitty) runs karaoke there Friday and Saturday nights. I was originally afraid it was gonna be far as fuck, but Yahoo said it was only a half hour and we actually made it there in less time than that. Anyway, like I said, the place is a fuckin' dive, but apparently the drinks are cheap. So I grabbed myself a Smirnoff Ice and played for the crowd. Kelly sang pretty damned well when she got her confidence up and I'm hoping one of these nights I can drag her to the Kitty, 66, or Ground Control. *shrug* We'll see.

The good (and dominant) portion of Saturday was movie day. Well, it was for Kelly and I muscled my way into her fun. Took me even longer to get to Costa Mesa this time than it did last time. It was nuts. Found out that the way to avoid the $2 charge for the bus is to get on after you take the Green Line to it's eastern end instead of jumping on at the 7th St/Metro Center at the Red Line. Live and learn, I guess. Still, I eventually made it down there and, after a terribly tasty dinner at The Yardhouse (didn't even know they had one over in Costa Mesa), we saw Chronicles of Riddick, which wasn't a bad Sci-Fi movie, but seemed a little too big of a story for the main character.

The shitty (and earlier) portion of Saturday consisted of Universal telling me to go fuck myself (again). I expect an official postcard with a middle finger on it to show up by the end of the week. *yawn* My fault for choking in the interview, I suppose. I sounded like an idiot. Between this and the Starbucks debacle, I'm 0 for 2 this month. Blah.

Sunday it was Thea's play, food at Hamburger Hamlet, and The Stepford Wives at the Chinese. This movie once again proves that dark-haired chicks are hotter than light-haired chicks at least 90% of the time. Sadly, it doesn't do a hell of a lot else. Wait for video or cable, folks. Oh, and fuck the Chinese with their $11 movie tickets. Fuck them up their stupid asses.

*yawn*

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	Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 57567 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2004-06-14 4:45 AM Never Let It Be Said I Was Untrue Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative Read/Post Comments (2) So, this past weekend saw myself and Kelly going out, first for a bite at Sushi Kaiho (which is just down the street from me) and then off to karaoke way the fuck out in the Valley at a joint called Guys and Dolls, a real dive bar that I only picked 'cause Hawk (our usual guy from Liquid Kitty) runs karaoke there Friday and Saturday nights. I was originally afraid it was gonna be far as fuck, but Yahoo said it was only a half hour and we actually made it there in less time than that. Anyway, like I said, the place is a fuckin' dive, but apparently the drinks are cheap. So I grabbed myself a Smirnoff Ice and played for the crowd. Kelly sang pretty damned well when she got her confidence up and I'm hoping one of these nights I can drag her to the Kitty, 66, or Ground Control. shrug We'll see. The good (and dominant) portion of Saturday was movie day. Well, it was for Kelly and I muscled my way into her fun. Took me even longer to get to Costa Mesa this time than it did last time. It was nuts. Found out that the way to avoid the $2 charge for the bus is to get on after you take the Green Line to it's eastern end instead of jumping on at the 7th St/Metro Center at the Red Line. Live and learn, I guess. Still, I eventually made it down there and, after a terribly tasty dinner at The Yardhouse (didn't even know they had one over in Costa Mesa), we saw Chronicles of Riddick, which wasn't a bad Sci-Fi movie, but seemed a little too big of a story for the main character. The shitty (and earlier) portion of Saturday consisted of Universal telling me to go fuck myself (again). I expect an official postcard with a middle finger on it to show up by the end of the week. yawn My fault for choking in the interview, I suppose. I sounded like an idiot. Between this and the Starbucks debacle, I'm 0 for 2 this month. Blah. Sunday it was Thea's play, food at Hamburger Hamlet, and The Stepford Wives at the Chinese. This movie once again proves that dark-haired chicks are hotter than light-haired chicks at least 90% of the time. Sadly, it doesn't do a hell of a lot else. Wait for video or cable, folks. Oh, and fuck the Chinese with their $11 movie tickets. Fuck them up their stupid asses. yawn Next! Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top