Friday night Gretta had invited a bunch of people to one of Rob's gigs. I wasn't sure if I 'd know anyone else there, but I first ran into Cheryl on the way to the front door of this 'dive-bar'. What a coincidence. We then ran into a few other poeple we knew. Rob was drumming in some band, along with Jamie, who was Cello-ing up the performance. It was pretty cool. The singer was OK. Nothing American-Idol worthy though. You could tell that he was really into it though. Rob was pretty versatile in his abilities too. Drums, chimes, tambourines... you name it, he probably has used it at one time that night. Jamie was pretty suite too. Its not to often you see a Cello in a band. She was shak-ratte-n-rolling all night long. I tried to take pictures; I don't know how many turned out, but if any did, I'll show you. Most people who knew Rob and Jamie left by the second band. We stuck with it though for two more songs, but it was getting to crowded for my comfort, so we left. Cheryl didn't have a ride home so I offered to take her, and on the way I decided to try to impress her so I took her to Wendy's. I thought it was great. (when leaving the bar, I we were across the street in my car when we saw what looked like Gretta walking alone down the street and then she turned around a corner. I felt this actions was questionable enough to warrant an investigation. So we drove down this shady street which this Gretta person went down. We didn't see her, so I got nervous cause no cars were visibly starting either. The next option was for me to turn down the next alley. I did and then saw a group of people. I didn't see any questionable activity, but was still prepping myself to leap across my car to someones aid. But luckily Cheryl had precision eyesight that night and identified one of the persons as her to-be hubby, Rob. It was tense fir a few seconds though.)
On Saturday I 'accidentally' slept until 11am. I drearily hopped to my daily duties of Pancakes in the morning (Mmmm) followed by my morning shopping run. I was going to shop for a nicer sweatshirt/jacket, but Nothing came of it though. I went to Costco for a few things. I did so with caution due to my last visit there. Realizing it was a Saturday afternoon, I was ready to use my shopping cart as a weapon, just to get back at the jerks there at Costco. It rained in the afternoon, and I got to use my fancy new umbrella as I walked my Costco Hot dog back to my car.
In the evening we went to see a movie named Atonement. It was interesting, I guess. My biggest problem was that it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. And that they showed some dudes brain fall out of his head. After that though was the highlight of my weekend. ME, CS, JPT, & L-Train went to California Pizza Kitchen! Ohhh, I had been looking forward to that for a long while, and it was Soooooooo Gooooood! But on the way out JPT made US stop at Stans for Donuts. Another 'Mmmm Mmm Good' moment.
I spend most of the day trying to paint, but ended up watching a lot of TV. I realized that last week I said I'd be done by this Saturday, but ...oh well. You can't hurry art, right. In the evening I ran into Cheryl and we were thinking of doing something, like watch TV, but then we bumped into Jeff, who was just looking for a way down to the Movie theater to watch something, so we all went down together.
this is a little shout-out to Silvia: On Sunday after church I realized how nice of a person she was. She came up to Jeff and I talking with Rick and told him that she just gave [a large sum of cash] to some needy person who was at our church that day. Not only that, but the lady needed a coat, so she now has Silvia's coat too! I was flabbergasted at this, and was to in shock to question her actions. Rick, instead of being upset or nervous (she apparently gave away joint money of theirs) understandingly said, "ya, she looked like she needed it." I have lived to may years to be 'nice' and 'sensitive' to peoples needs I guess. Now, I have given money to people, but typically, its come back to bite me in the ass. Like giving money to a needy girl, where 20 minutes later I walked by again, and she's drunk off of 'New' alcohol that she didn't have when I walked by previously. Also, having worked a little bit for the city of LA, I know that there are enough Free clothing, and Free Food places (missions, churches, organizations) for 'Bums' to get stuff that they can be picky, so they just need to beg for their beer and drug money. But anyway, Jeff as well was surprised at how generous of a person she is.
So after church there was an Oscer viewing party at Cheryl's place. Danny brought ballots over and we all voted on who would win, and of course Cheryl won. A few of us think she cheated. We're not sure how, but she must have an inside scoop by working for E somehow. We all brought treats to snack on too. Then Mike and I watched The Chronicles of Riddick late into the night, all while I painted.
Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery
I'm listening to Soundgarden right now.
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I thought you might have mentioned the homeless man walking around with his pants down right outside the front doors to CPK as we waited to be seated, though I suppose this is just one of your many crazy encounters with the homeless people of Westwood Village. I thought it was quite memorable, especially when I realized that what I thought was his underwear was actually his bare skin.
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