September 20, 2016

Toilet and trash can analogies (Las Vegas, NV)

After spending a few days driving around its back roads and state highways, I've concluded that Nevada is one of our most beautiful US states. 

It's incredible. Some of the places I visited looked like the surface of Mars or some other austere planet. By day, a billion identical rocks, all doing the same thing they've been doing since before humanity existed*; at night, glimpses of reflected deer eyes and thousands of hares, some bent on suicide by car. 

The firmament, seen from the mountains—I visited tiny Austin (pop. 192), snaking around hairpin turns in the middle of the night—is lousy with stars. I could see the Milky Way. I didn't stay long because I was worried the size of the whole thing (made apparent all at once) would overwhelm me. 

But Las Vegas is a toilet. My hotel has a sharps receptacle in the men's room for diabetic paraphernalia. Coming to Nevada to visit this place is like visiting Yellowstone so you can see the trash cans. 

* What event, I wonder, would qualify as the most interesting thing to have happened in those rocks' presence? They've been there for a long, long time. Outrageous comets passing overhead? Dinosaur battles? A visit from meandering Cthulu?

September 14, 2016

Back in the Saddle (Portland, OR)

9:46 pm. Luck House karaoke. 
Table full of losers is watching their sole female sing that stupid Queen song about wanting to ride a bicycle. I fucking hate that song and I can't tell what the woman looks like because of the lights. 

I'm here in part because I want to be; but in part because there's a pair of good-looking women I was kicking it here with a few weeks ago. Not at the same time, of course—those days are gone, unfortunately. But I didn't seal the deal with either one, so here I sit. 

Went out with a sort of unpleasant young woman last night—more tedious and not to my standards physically than anything else. Not a bad woman—a girl, really, at 23—but not very exciting. Rather looked like Jonathan's old gal, Pizza. Not my type. Nothing came of it. 

It sure is a lot of rednecks in here tonight. Why is it that so many people (who think they can sing really well) sing shittily in the same way: a sort of yelping, almost a moan, sort of performance?

10:30 pm
I'd almost completely forgotten that non-chord formed by two chicks (who can't sing) chasing the same note simultaneously. I'm listening RIGHT NOW to two blondes just, like, annihilate "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaac. 

February 21, 2015

At Lucky House, pre-karaoke (Portland, OR)

Got back from Eugene a few hours ago. I was there for the log show. Family Day (Saturday, the last day of the show) was as trying as usual. Those people are fucking vermin. 

Kate got her car repossessed. Naturally, I'm now stuck walking the dogs for the evening as she scampers off to New Boyfriend's place to evade responsibility for the night. Granted, she *did* watch Big Chester all week, but still, I fucking hate walking/dealing with those beagles. 

Really I'm just mad that her and New Boyfriend insist on bullshitting/bait-and-switching me on [redacted]. Why do people make up that kind of thing? THEN AGAIN, I suppose The Lord helps those who help themselves... Still, I don't wanna walk those dogs. 

E.B. stopped calling. Guess I'm not as charming as I used to be. 

January 14, 2015

"Minimal guilt this morning" (Welches, OR)

At a resort in Welches, Oregon. They don't have a bathtub, but everything else is good. Got my drank on last night with E.F. We got loaded and then I drove us to a real bar after the hotel bar closed. Had another drink with the locals, and then as we were leaving, this random chick who worked at the hotel invited E.F. and me to [redacted] with her in her car. We did. I pretty much controlled myself. Minimal guilt this morning.

Gotta show tonight. Other band's called No Gentlemen. Why is that so familiar?

January 10, 2015

"I thought I saw a fly!" (Portland, OR)

Gem to concerned interloper at B-Side patio last night, after I smashed a bar glass on the table: "I thought I saw a *fly* on it."

Texts from J.N.S. to me after she left my house in a huff at three a.m.: 

"I hate Daniel"
[various similar stuff]
"I accidentally sent [redacted] the message about my purse and then I thought I was talking to him"

Ha ha! Guess I shouldn't work so hard to alienate people. 

Also, so hungover. I be at Biddy's right now. Got a Birds In Basket in front of me. It comes with sausage, and the call the sausage a "pub banger". Makes me think of a "club banger" like "Turn Down for What", but they're obvioudky very different animals. 

January 5, 2015

Awful hangover day (Portland, OR)

Woke up yesterday with a terrible headache: extreme self-hatred, bad headache, the whole thing. It lingered all day and into the night. Nevertheless, I:
  • Breakfasted at Tabor Tavern with Katie and Jeff. He's not such a bad guy. There have been a few red flags, but maybe I'm being overprotective of the kid. I had the breakfast sandwich with a salad. Bellisimo!
  • Practiced with Pat and Jonanthan. We sounded pretty good. I wasn't feeling very steady on my feet (due to the hangover), but Jonathan brought some pizza and it had a restorative effect on my system. It took several tries for me to get all the way through "Bad Teacher" for some reason.
  • Went to Uzbekistan Grill (on 184th and Burnside) with Dan and Christy. I got the Uzbek Plov and a glass of Russian Kvas. If anyone ever asks you, Plov is good, Kvas is okay, and people are crazy. Good time and conversation with the dynamic—and adulterous—duo.
  • Put myself to bed at eight or nine. I started watching the second season of Small Wonder on my phone while nursing the headache and laying under my blanket with the dog. Jonathan texted a few times to invite me to Pizza's party, but I couldn't bear the thought of more booze.
  • Took a Klonopin at ten-thirty and was out like a light by eleven. I woke up this morning at seven-something and hit the snooze two times. Blessed sleep! Nepenthe!

January 3, 2015

Accidentally broke the Proteus (Portland, OR)

Drank a bottle of wine at rehearsal last night. Fucked A.T. in the dressing room of her store this morning. Drove home, accidentally broke the Proteus. Now laying in bed with the dog. Karaoke later tonight, I guess.

Utter, endless tedium.

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