April Partying

Well I know it's been almost a month since I've last posted. I've been doing a lot of traveling this month with my homeboy who just got back from Iraq. We spent the first weekend going out to clubs in LA and Pasadena. We went to this club called Cinespace or something like that on Hollywood Blvd. It cost $10 to get in, so we were like cool, we can handle that. Then we ordered 2 SoCo's, that's Southern Comforts. The bartender said $20! I told her we just wanted two drinks, not the whole bottle. So we paid the money and cried into our watered down SoCo's. The club was ok, but it was very "Hollywood". I don't really like Hollywood clubs, because people go there more to be seen then to have fun. I miss Texas clubs, because in the South people go to clubs to have fun. It'll be 110 degrees in the club, everyone is drenched in sweat, and nobody cares because the music is hype and everyone is having fun dancing. It's not about who has the best clothes or the best car or who is famous and not famous. It's about who has the most teeth and can play the banjo the best. Look at me making fun of my roots with stupid southern stereotypes. I'm so LA now. The next night we went to this club called Q's in Pasadena. Here's what sucks about going out with a black friend, they grab onto the first fat white chick they see and dance with them all night. So my homeboy is dancing with the same girl all night, and it's very hard to look cool dancing by yourself next to them. I learned not to wear black to the clubs anymore, because people start mistaking me for a bouncer. And it doesn't help when I start kicking people out of the club and acting like an asshole, because I'm pretending to be a bouncer, and we all know that most bouncers are assholes on power trips. The next night we met up with one of my homegirls at a bar called Yardhouse in Pasadena. There was some party there for one of her sorority sisters. So me and Kiyo (my homeboy) went and sat at a table with some strangers. It was a couple of frat guys and some other sororiety people. The sororiety girls pretty much ignored me and Kiyo because we weren't in a frat, and therefore, obviously had nothing interesting to say. We attempted to make small talk, and they bragged about being a bank manager or something. What was funny was that they didn't ask us anything about ourselves. I started getting bored and when I get bored I make fun of people. Well some people got offended and now I'm the rude dick who will never get any sororiety friends now. I'm on their banned list or something. Now what will I do when I need to listen to egocentric, boring people talk about themselves? Oh wait, I live in LA, I guess I won't have that problem.The next week we went up to Sacramento to kick it at UC Davis, where Kiyo graduated from. That week is kind of a blur because all people do is drink up there, so when in Rome... drink till your liver dies. It was their annual picnic day, so people start drinking at 6 AM. When we got there at 11 AM, people were already drunk. Wanting to fit in and look cool, I got buzzed by 1 PM. It 's weird walking around buzzed during the afternoon. I now know what it's like to live like a celebrity. I even went to a frat party up there, which I would usually never do, because I don't mesh with frats too well, ya know, being an individual and all.The next weekend we went to San Diego. My other homeboy from high school, is stationed there in the Navy. If you ever want to feel like a loser, go out with military guys and introduce yourself. Kiyo is like I'm in the Army, just got back from Baghdad. Ed, my other homeboy, is like I'm in the Navy, just got back from the Persian Gulf. I'm like, I'm in the Neighborhood Watch. Just got back from East LA.The first night we went to a house party for one of Ed's friend's birthdays. A bunch of high school people showed up and I felt really old. I felt like a chaperone. I didn't know who to talk to, the people at the party or the parents who were there. The next night we went to a club in Tijuana. Stayed till 5 AM. It was crazy. It was like a southern club. Everyone was sweaty and going crazy, but it was fun. I did my first mosh pit thing, almost got tripped. I got pushed really hard and had to refrain from kicking that girl's ass. After getting back, we drove straight back from San Diego to LA. Ever want to hate life and feel miserable? Party all night and morning and then drive for a few hours. So Kiyo left earlier this week back to Texas. I had a lot of fun, but it's time for some recuperating. On Wed., I had to drive to SF for an audition on Thursday and then drive back Thursday afternoon. It's for a film called the Gridiron Gang with The Rock and Xzibit (from Pimp My Ride). Hopefully I get something in the film. It's a football movie about kids at a Juvenile Deliquent Center. The only thing that worries me about not getting it is that they want us to look 17 years old, and I don't know if I could pull that off. I have a baby face though, so hopefully it worked. The casting director seemed impressed and said I was really prepared and did really well. She even gave me a hug cuz my reading was very touching at the end. So who knows, hopefully I get something, because I need some work and money. If I don't get something soon, I'm going to have to get a job, and that would suck. I know this was a long blog, but it's a month worth of stuff. If you read this far, congratulations. You really need to get a life though ;) jk.