Small world / What else?
By the time you read this entry, I’ll be on a flight back to New York.
Decided to fly out to Los Angles to surprise my brother for a party he was throwing. Left on Thursday night to spend the night at the rents. Usually pack pretty light but when my mom saw my near empty bag, she put in several pounds of homemade food into my bag.
Me: You’re crushing my clothes!
Her: Oh, you’ll be fine. (Shoving in a brick of sticky rice) Wear some of your brother’s clothes.
Even though it was pretty early, the airport was packed. Funny thing was the guy in front of me in the queue looked familiar.
Turns out it was a guy from my wrasslin class from a while ago. He got injured and I’d not seen him in years. Small world.
After a plane trip surround by Chinese people and one really annoying guy, arrived in LA just before 11AM.
Guy: (furious) If I weren’t gay, I don’t think you’d say anything. We’re having this argument because I’m gay.
Me: (rolling eyes) Dude, we’re not having this discussion cause you’re gay, we’re having this discussion cause you’re a high-grade moron.
Afterward, was making some pizza for my brother when he walked in.
Him: What are you doing here?!
Me: (laughing and drying hands) Well, you did invite me to the party…
Later, met up with Caffeineguy and his buddy Paul for – what else – some rum at this place called Patterns Bar. It was for a girl’s bday and it turns out, she was a former New Yorker that I knew. Small world.
Paul had to run and I was fading fast so after some hearty handshakes and a hug or two, called a cab and went back to my brother’s pad. Went to bed thinking of my wife and the California sun.
There’s more but I’ll tell you tomorrow.
Location: On a leather couch in LA
Mood: beat, beat, tired
Music: if you find me one, I’d love a picture of the California sun