2005-03-13 - 2:48 a.m.

tonight was quite interesting. lizard and i went to chinatown for a night my friend throws. entirely eccectic evening. we are at a chinese jazz and supper club, so theres old chinese workers, big bellied afro-american jazz musicians, and upstairs dorky, young white kids with electro machinery. i had sweet and sour chicken downstairs with my new friend tippi, the bartender. she's from thailand. really nice woman. lives in los feliz, wore a smooth, shiney gold tank blouse. then we met the old chinese run who seems to run the manor, he had this dope american indian gold coin ring. *i need it*.

we go upstairs to the show. the one group we saw was sick. i haven't seen anything like it. the night is a drum machine night, keytars etc... the group consisted of three highschool boys, tall skinny, authentically dork miles beyond where most dorks hault. like napolian dynamite, drunk, two hits of crack, bouncing around.

the lead guy was a in short, peach colored pants. that should be your first clue. he ran around grabbing and caressing all of the guys then jumping up on the couch, summersaulting ending on his back, ass int he air "fondling" his person. if you didn't feel fired up after watching them, you are a dead human being. and their music kicked.

after lizard was having some serious driving issues. she was tapping out. it scared me. spacing so hard i wondered if she was even partially "there". we actually talked about it and where as i'd normally be frustrated with her, i had immense compassion. it freeked her out to be like this becuz it is the way her mom was, and she spent some time in the ward. i love the girl. we got really close. closer, as if that could happen. we have such good communication now.

then i went to this party of a host that would make anyone human envy the harjesus out of the couple. i hate to say it, but he's this adorable, gregarious, down to earth, dynamic italian prince. literally, not figuratively or jokingly. his wife is stunning. and she just turned TWENTY ONE. arg. goregous and her mom is this incredibly ballsy, accomplished, progressive woman. just amazing. the party was at their loft and it was packed. i ran into some peripheral friend. met some yugoslavian who was too forward in his outgoingness. not very refined. said the word tits. they had one of those old school photobooths which was cool. i went for a drink next door at the neighbors and his pad was just as ill, and he was cute and i believe we might of had an eyeballing moment. i could ask the mutual friend about him, but he should do that, which i'm all too sure he won't. that covers it really. splendid evening. i'm trying to behave, and i'll probably land at four a.m. again and have quite a time motivating tomorrow. i really feel sunk by how much i want to accomplish on my weekends. i also have a client tomorrow which completely cuts up my day and irritates me. do you see how over it i am and how much i want tthis new job?? let's all put in some good intentions for good news on monday. :*)