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Still photo, not playable!


About three years ago, my friends Jake and Garrett had this idea to make a movie about saving my life. From what? I don’t know, severe depression? Odd, since both were also susceptible to such emotions. I just watched the rough edit and I have to say it’s great. It’s more about our friends lives when we all lived in Arcata, CA. I promised Garrett I wouldn’t show it to anyone else yet. I’m giving him input and hopefully it’ll be done soon. I’ll keep you posted.

I thought of this review at work today, forgetting that my last review was phone related. Must be something in the air today.
Cell phones have not only created a means for people to get distracted while driving, as well as annoy others in public, they also give people a new excuse to stop working all together.

I’m often asked by friends and relatives, “Why haven’t you called me in a while?” I’ve even had a good friend get extremley angry at me because I haven’t been returning messages of his (that I never got). Anyway, I know now why I don’t call these people. I absolutley hate talking on the phone. Anything longer than a few minutes, and I start getting anxious, banging on things, rolling my eyes, not paying attention to what they’re saying. It’s just…blech. My mom goes on about what’s happening with the family, a lot I’ve heard already. My best friend is a master at spewing out incoherent nonsense and yelling at me when I don’t respond, sometimes lasting for hours.
Maybe if I wrote them all more letters, I wouldn’t have to call them.

Skeleton crew. Thought it would be hell. Totally didn’t suck. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m getting sick.

I was running errands this morning, feeding my friend’s cat, washing bird shit off my car, etc., and decided to stop by Fred Meyer. I need a new wallet and a lamp fpr my room. The overhead light is too bright at, say, 2 am when I just want to read. They didn’t have anything i liked in either category, excepy this lamp that was shaped like a monkey holding a lantern, but it was like 60 bucks. I decided to keep shopping, since I was there.
When I checked out I looked at what I bought: A steak, some marinade, a sack of potatoes, a bottle of champaigne and a copy of Scrabble. I thought “This looks like I have what would be a really great date.” But I didn’t have a date and it made me a little sad. But I finally had my own Scrabble, wich I’ve been wanting for a couple of years.
When I got home I put the steak in the marinade and noticed something odd. You know those rectangular stickers that are magnetized to set off alarms when you steal them? The STEAK had one in the wrapper! yeah, it was a $10.98/lb steak, so it makes sense, but I was a bit suprised.

The day before the wedding I was recovering from my blackout the night before. I don’t recall feeling very sick, just tired mostly. Josh and Bethany came over to the friends’ house I was staying out to prepare food for the next day.
It was informally called a “grilling party” wich I thought, like the bachelor party, was a misnomer since those that live there don’t necessarily like a lot of people coming over. They marinated tofu and chopped and grilled up vegetables while I sat around. That night was uneventful. We rented Reno 911 season 3 and ate waffles, eggs and sausages, the real, big, good, spicy kind.

The next morning came and I couln’t wait to get dressed up. I love dressing up, I just never have an excuse to do it. If I have total control over my wardrobe, and since I’m not a child, I do, I can clean up real nice and can still maintain my impeccable style. This time was no exception. I looked good.

The weather that day could not have been better if Josh and Bethany had a weather-controlling machine. It was clear and warm but not hot. I had on nothing but polyester, save my socks and underwear, but still didn’t break a sweat. This was incredible since it had been reaching the 90’s and 100’s in California at the time.
Thw wedding took place at a river, staring at the picnic table of the neighboring disc golf course. Seeing everyone ther in one place was like a dream come true.(Except Ryan Pintar wasn’t there and I’m ddomed to guilt for eternity. Y’know, Kaydee wasn’t there either and she lives in Arcata!)





There was a procession with all the guests marching to the river bank where Josh, Bethany, Garrett and others waded into the water to begin the nuptuals. I’m not even going to try to describe Garrett’s, um..speech? What do you call that part of the wedding, where the precher does all the talking? anyway, the part that sticks with me is something along the lines of :”The key master has found the gatekeeper.” Since I’m sure the ceremony will be available in digital format soon, thats all I will say about it.
The crowd then returned to the picnic table where food prepared the day before was presented on trays and whatnot and guests proceeded to , well, eat. The kegs were tapped, and I found out only a couple of days ago that it was Stephanie (my roomate) who actually attatched the taps. I was impressed, not because she’s a girl, but becaus eI didn’t know she had such a useful ability. I couldn’t do it….

Well, I realize now that I don’t have it in me to continue and the goings on of the reception will have to wait. There will be no review of the after-party. To find out why, read what happens at the reception when I get to it.

Part 1

I always refer to the wedding of my friends Bethany and Josh as a hippie wedding. In all fairness it was more of an unconventional wedding, not so much resembling modern hippie culture even if there was pot and tofu there. Enough about the wedding, I’ll get that. This first part of the review is in regards to the first night I returned, once again, to Arcata, California.

Bethany^
After 3 hours of sleep and twelve hours in a car my roomates and I arrived in Arcata. I was dropped off at where I was staying and only minutes later my best friend, who still lives in California, had broken out a bottle of wine. Not being a big wine drinker, I don’t know what it was but it was red. We split two bottles of the stuff before taking off for the pre-wedding party. The term Bachelor party had been used, but I knew before hand this wasn’t going to be the case. First of all most of my guy friends would rather party with everyone, guys and girls, than watch a two-bit (that’s all any of us could afford, anyway) ho shake her titties around.

Jenny Bradley^
After buying provisions, KC split for home (he had to work early) and I proceeded to the party. I knew almost everyone there, said hellos and gave hugs, but waited to say hi to Sagar last. I hadn’t seen Sagar in about two years and I wanted to hang out with him so I had to get through everyone else first. God, the rest of the evening was all drinking, getting high and catching up. As the party dwindled there were a few of us left. Me, Sagar (who was staying at this house), Jenny Bradley (who, for some reason I feel the need to use both her names when refering to her) and…god I don’t remember. I think Josh (the groom) was still up and about when I left. The problem is I don’t remember when I left. I remember walking up the drive and that’s it. Yup…I blacked out. Sagar would later tell me I just disapeared without saying anything. I do that sometimes.

Sagar^
The next thing I remember (and this is the good part) I was trying to open someone’s front door. Whos? I have no fucking idea. In a daze I kind of looked around. The sun was up and this old man was on the side walk behind me and asked “Are you sure you’re ok?” I take this to mean that he had asked me before, but I don’t remember. I said “yeah” and stumbled in the direction I thought I should go. It was 7am. I got back to where I was staying but my friends work at like 5 am, so I just slept on the hammock in their yard until 10 when KC came home for lunch. He let me in and I slept until 3pm. I knew it was going to be a good weekend.

Me (duh)^

To Be Continued….

Normaly I don’t work on Thursdays, and when I do work I work until 10:30 pm. Latley it’s started to suck. Because of my vacation this week, I had to work today, but only until 7pm. I only got mad ONCE today! and I was able to suck it up within 1/2 a cigarette. If I can get them to give me a day like that every week (it shouldn’t be too hard) I bet it would do wonders for my disposition. It’s hard to get a date after 11 pm.

Once upon a time. Man, was it fun.

(Thank you for exusing me for using such sophmoric humor…but it’s totaly true.)