Plays Well With Others

A Thrill a Minute …

The last few days has literally been a rollercoaster ride. So, let me start with Friday night and then work my way through to today. I dont believe in making up past entries if I miss a day, so this will be a combination.

Friday night, I went out with my friend Jill, who is currently living in San Luis Obispo and going to school their for her masters. She comes down from time to time and hardly ever lets us know when, so this was my chance to see her. She told me not to let anyone else know about it, so we had a quiet dinner alone.

She’s been having some personal problems regarding school and trying to figure out her life. All of her life she’s wanted to go into a science career and lately she’s just been feeling confused about the whole situation. I’m sure some of us can relate to the feeling of confusion when it comes to choosing a career goal.

Anyhow, we went to a nice Italian restaurant where I live and talked the night away about all the things that are going on with our lives. I dont know why, but Jill has always come to me when she needs to talk about things. I think for her, Les can be too hard to talk to. Not that he isn’t a good listener, just that he doesnt understand some things at times and having to explain things can be frustrating. Andrea on the other hand, isn’t really a good listener and is quick to judge, so talking to her will just either upset you or make you mad.

Thats where I come in. Not to say I’m the best person to talk to, but I’m willing to listen. Anyhow, she ordered veal which she said was very very good, and I ordered pasta with scallops and a white sauce also very tasty. For dessert, it was Tirimisu for Jill and a creme puff for me. I can never eat good desserts because everyone puts nuts all over everything, so I’m left with simple things, like ice cream and cream puffs and of course my favorite dessert, cheesecake.

Saturday was my big trip to Los Angeles. I thought I’d have time to call some friends I have in the area, or my cousin who is lost somewhere in LA, but it turned out that I had little time for anything social.

I set my alarm for 6AM on Saturday morning, and ended up waking up on my own at 5AM. I always do that when I know something is happening the next day. I got out of bed, got myself dressed and cleaned up and was out the door and on the road at about 6AM. After a stop at the bank and filling up the gas tank, I was on the road, mapquest printout in hand. As the printout stated, eight hours to go.

I got on the freeway and began my trip in the opposite direction, not because I’m an idiot, but because thats the way to get to the freeway leading to LA. For the first few hours it was fine, until my radio went out and turned to honky tonk something. The funny thing is that I found myself humming along … damnit. My mama has a gunrack, and man she’s fine, when she gits mad, she’s the angry kind … la la la la.

So, driving for hours on end, its a great time to realize how bored you are. Just kidding, actually its a good time to people watch and do some thinking. You see the entire road from San Francisco to Los Angeles is two lanes both ways. This is also the main road used by semi trucks, so you can imagine being caught behind one of those for three hours driving five miles per hour. Well, luckily they tend to pull over to the right lane, so the left is free and clear. The speed limit is set at 70mph, and its a long ass drive on a long ass road. Sounds like a country song doesn’t it. A long ass drive on a long ass road, I’m gonna go crazy and blow my load, uh huh, uh huh … Erm, sorry, I haven’t had much sleep in the last few days.

What I did realize is that no matter how fast I was driving there was always someone willing to tailgate me. Here I am going about 90 miles per hour and this lady in a freakin’ huge ass black mercedes “everyone look at how important I am … Im a very little lady driving the largest mercedes known to man and I like to show everyone by driving two inches from everyone’s bumper”. So here I am driving 90 miles an hour, 95 miles and hour, then 100 miles an hour and this lady is three inches from my back bumper. She is bascially giving me the international sign for move your ass over or I’ll run you over. Of course, I’m stubborn and wont move my car out of the way for some bitch with a complex. So, the options running through my head were to either take my foot off the gas and let my car coast until we slowed to about 5 miles per hour, or to just slam my brakes on and let her crash into me. Because I was in the middle of nowhere, and had to get to LA, and the fact that if she hit me at 100 miles per hour, I’d probably die, I decided to let the car coast. Finally, after fifteen minutes of sitting on my tail, she changed lanes, gave me a dirty look, cut me off and headed for the tailgate of the car in front of me. Everyone needs a challenge I guess. Because you know, it’s important to make it to LA, ten minutes before I do.

So, I continued driving and listening to the station change from country to hard rock and then back to country and then to hard rock again. My mama’s … … gonna kill you because your a sleazy … boyfriend with a gunrack in his car … whose a punk rocker son-of-a-bitch who eats the heads off of … … thats why I’m a country boy. Quite the interesting entertainment on a long ride. You have to entertain yourself somehow.

So, I drove for another hour or so, stopping for gas once at some hole in wall town. Well, town might be over glamorizing it. The town didnt have homes, it was just a McDonalds comined with a Shell station, an In-and-Out burger joint and another couple of gas stations … oh, and a Taco Bell. Anyhow, I stopped at the Shell station, filled the gas tank, put some air in the tires and was on the road again within a few moments.

I jump back on the freeway and within ten minutes ,”mama road rage” is behind me on my bumper. Again, I’m going at the speed of sound and this lady is on my freakin’ tail. Thats not what pissed me off though. I mean the bitch can do whatever she wants with her life, but her kids are like freaking popcorn in the car. They are unbelted and all over the place popping up and down all over the place. So, lets just say this lady loses control of her car going at 100 miles per hour and the thing flips over. There are her dead kids laying all over the road in pieces because she’s a moron. Finally, “mama road rage” passed me up with one hand on her steering wheel and the other whacking at her kids.

I finally hit the LA freeway system and it was only a matter of moments before arriving in Beverly Hills for the Freaks and Geeks event. As I pulled off of the freeway to turn onto Santa Monica Blvd., the song by Sheryl Crow, All I wanna do is have some fun, I’ve got a feelin I’m not the only … as the sun comes down over Santa Monica Blvd. came on. I thought it was totally appropriate.

I drove through Beverly Hills for two hours looking for a parking spot and finally drove past the “Parking Lot Full” sign and asked, begged and pleaded for a spot. The nice parking people, allowed me to take a spot I had passed as I entered. At this point it was nearly noon.

I headed up the elevator to the Museum of Television and Radio where the event was going to take place. The event was for the fans to watch the final six unaired episodes and to get a chance to meet the series creator Paul Feig and Judd Apatow. To my surprise, the entire cast also came down, and so I was able to meet with them also. You can read all about my experience at the event at the link above. You can also see the script I got signed at the link above … its really really really cool.

When it came time to go home, I slept for a few hours got on the road back home and five hours six hours later, I was in my own bed asleep. I did call my mom on Mother’s Day, wished her a happy day and told her I was so tired I just needed rest. I had flowers delivered to her on Friday morning, so that she would have them for the weekend.

I’m still in PC hell. I’m getting better though. I now know where everything goes when I download and lose it. There is a folder called My Documents where I guess is the place where things are set to go. Also, some things end up in a folder called Accessories. Why that folder, I ask. Hmm, good question.

So, to all you snobby PC users … what the hell is wrong with you people. This is not user friendly. It takes me ten times longer to do something on PC than it does to do it on a Mac. Computers should be easy to use. If I wanted to be a programmer I’d be one and getting paid a hell of alot of money for it. I’m artistic, creative, I dont like having to waste my life away trying to program a computer. Take this for example. To install a program on mac, you click on the installer program and your done. On the PC, I have to actually try to find the damn program. Goto Start, hit Run, hit Browse, search through tons and tons of folders or the name of the installer that closest resembles what you are looking for “SDFASASD.exe” … hmm, okay that must be it. On a Mac it would say PHOTOSHOP INSTALLER, but you PC people must be more intellectual because its so obvious that SDFASASD.exe is the installer program.

Okay, I should stop bashing on the PC’s. I’m working off of very little sleep, so sue me.

By the way Tim, thanks for singing me “happy 200th entry”. We have to stick together.

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