"Did I lock that door?"

"That door" being the front door to my restaurant. I asked myself that question when I exited the freeway, right before I got home. I didn't know the answer, so I turned around to drive the 15 minutes back to work to check. Turns out I did lock that door. This all happened between 1230a & 1a.


Attention NY Friends

I'm thinking about visiting. Maybe in August. Too many people lately have talked up your city for me to not want to visit. If you'd be willing to let this SoCal kid crash on a couch for a couple days, I'd love you forever & ever.


Head... getting clearer...

I've been in a cloud for the last day or so. Last night's post has preoccupied me for the better part of today. The troublesome posts were deleted. Forever. Never to return. I couldn't think of the best way to make amends without deleting them, so I just deleted them all. I read all my posts from around that time, and I just sounded like a dumb kid. I'd like to think I've done some growing up since then, and part of growing up is knowing when you're wrong. Right?


Cyber-stalking & Jew Guilt. Two great tastes that taste great together.

Last night around 230, I had a bombshell dropped on me regarding something I hadn't thought about in nearly 3 years. In the past, I made some comments in the heat of the moment, slept the bad thoughts off, and kept being a happy guy when I woke up. Now, things I said are coming back to haunt me because I made a joke that was later taken out of context. I've said before that personal blogging is a cathartic endeavor for me. Now, I'm reaping the rewards of said catharsis. I really don't care to get into specifics, since too many people have already made my life and my past their business. I wish the circumstances that drew the new attention could have been different. I also wish I didn't feel so violated as to how I was discovered. Yeah, that's where the cyber-stalking comes in. But I guess that's the curse of the internet; there's no place to hide. Especially if you use your real name in your URL.

I've been a peaceful guy these last few years. Most people I know think of me as mellow. I would say I try to be calm, but that's a lie. I don't try anything. I'm just an even-tempered man. I said in a blog last month that I'm a firm believer in karma. I'm trying to figure out where I'm at now, because of this business. I had a pretty good day today (which may get it's own post), so maybe the universe is already balancing itself out. The last thing I needed was one more thing to lose sleep over, but it came my way just the same. Maybe it's a good thing my insomnia kicked in last night & tonight. Gives me time to repent and to figure out the appropriate way to make things right.

All I want is peace.



Currently Reading.

I've been reading a lot lately. I finished "Sirens of Titan" on the plane back from AZ. Finished it on the runaway at John Wayne Airport, actually, waiting to deplane. I've just started "The Wild Trees," a narrative non-fiction novel by Richard Preston, about exploring the giant redwoods. It's pretty amazing so far. Preston was on The Daily Show a couple months back, promoting Wild Trees. It's about the first guys that climbed to the top of the 30-plus stories tall California Redwoods in 1987 (I think). I'm about 5 chapters in at this point, and it's been a great read so far.

On deck is the new Michael Chabon novel, "The Yiddish Policeman's Union," then "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater," yet another Vonnegut. Also, Fight Club (finally).

Broken Hand

Well, not quite broken, but really fucking hurt. Strained a ligament in my right ring finger today in Aikido. Or I sprained the ring finger. Not sure which. I gotta see a doctor soon. But I'm one-handed for a little while. Too bad, since I have a concert tomorrow.


Saturday, July 14, 2007

60 Days from today.

I'm out of here within 60 days.

On a side note, anyone looking for a roommate in OC would do well to speak up.

The 10 "Inside the Actors' Studio" Questions.

Inspired by Bernard Pivot and made famous by James Lipton, someone posted this someplace else, and I stole it and claimed it for my own.

1. What is your favorite word?

2. What is your least favorite word?

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?

4. What turns you off?

5. What is your favorite curse word?

6. What sound or noise do you love?
Quiet. As in "peace and..." Also, raga.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?
Babies crying.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

9. What profession would you not like to do?
Mall security.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"Hey, man. Glad you made it." Then God slaps hands with me and hands me a cold one.


It's official; Both Long Bros. have graduated from College.

There's not much more exciting for me than to see my little brother, who's spent the better part of the new millenium in college, graduate. Yesterday was awesome. I'm so proud of Jonny for sticking it out all this time and getting his damn degree.

It was 110 degrees during the ceremony. Thankfully it was inside. I got a lot of shit for wearing a longsleeved shirt (w/ french cuffs) and a necktie, but I looked damn good. We went out for an amazing dinner last night, too, at steakhouse called "Remington's," attached to some hotel. It was fantastic.

Last night was another night of heavy drinking. I tried to take it easy. Not hard to do when your $.50 Coronas are warm. I still had 8. Well, 7.5. And a Jell-O shot. It wasn't that delicious, but I normally like Jell-O shots, so it was bearable. We both ended up in our proper beds, full of "California burritos." That's steak, guac, and french fries. Yes, fries. It was perfect drunk food.

It's nearly go time for me. We're trying to figure out the plan for today. Maybe some lunch. Jon & I are itching to get to the Indian casino and play some cards. My flight's at 730. Expect lots of pictures when I get back. I'm up past 170, I think.



I get wrong numbers from the above number all the time. I'm sitting on Jonny's couch, enjoying my post-dinner food coma, when I get a call.

"Hello, is Elizabeth there?"
Me: No, young man. You have the wrong number.
"Well, how come you always answer the phone when I call for Elizabeth."
Me: Because it's my phone.
"No it isn't. Whatever." *click*

If anyone ever gets the infantile urge to make any prank/crank phone calls, feel free to hit the above number as often as possible.

Day 2: Graduation Day

Today's the day. And we drank a lot last night. We're gonna drink a lot tonight, too. I (re-)met all of Jonny's friends last night. Big ups to RJ & Mike, who're awesome. Learned Jonny's AZ nickname, too, which I was surprised I didn't already know. I won't share it here. Jon's friend John is here, and our Uncle H is on a plane in from LA. It's gonna be an awesome day today.

Also, I took 56 pics yesterday. Should be some good ones today, too.



Gone to Arizona. See you babies Friday.

In 6 or so hours, I leave damn hot Anaheim, California for motherfucking hot Tempe, Arizona. Jonny's graduating from college on Thursday, and moves back in on Sunday, so we're gonna head out & celebrate. Also, I'm gonna drink. A lot. I'll be back Friday to get a little sleep, then to a huge morning at the Z on Saturday. Have fun without me. Also, I'm on US Airways flight 656 when I fly home solo Friday night.


I saw "Lucky You" last night.

It sucked. If you're looking for a way to pay $10 to waste 2 hours of your life, look no further. It stars Eric Bana & Drew Berrymore. Also, it's about poker. Remember how Rounders was a good movie about poker? This movie was made for the girlfriends/wives of guys who like to watch/play poker, so they could get them to take them out to spend money on a movie. It's like they took two movies and mashed them together, leaving all the unnecessary bits in the middle. B-O-R-I-N-G.


Pics from Vegas

Photo Set from Ryan's Bachelor Party.

They're all benign pics, I assure you.


Work happenings

It looks like I'm continuing to make my way up the ladder at Z's. I was told by my boss tonight that he wants to take me off serving shifts indefinitely, so I can bartend and manage as much as possible. And it looks like I might become the bar manager once my official training is done. This is gonna mean lots of work, and lots of work means lots of money. Sweet.