:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Thursday, October 03, 2002 ::

When it rains, it pours. That's what my mom said.

...and you know what? You got that right Jeannie! I got 3 job opportunities in 2 days... all of them conflict of course! I got hired Monday by a restaurant, applied to my favorite jazz bar on Tuesday (have a feeling they wanna hire me!), got a call for a guitar teaching gig at a music school today. Then, I started training for the job at the restaurant today! In 4 hours I met 3 Raoul's, an Armando, a Jose, a Manuel, 2 Jorges, a Roz, a J.P., uh...I forgot everyone else's names...so I called everyone "man" tonight. Even the ladies- just kidding.

(I called them "baby")

It was trippy to be working in a restaurant again- and this is a huge one at that- 4 times bigger than the last one I worked at. I felt like I was on display...plus, there were people watching the Baseball game so they kept shouting "Go! Go!" which I of course heard as "Goh! Goh!" and I kept turning around to see people shout at the TV. I guess I work at the place "where everybody knows your name".

I woke up today sick...I started to get sick yesterday (sore throat) and I kept denying it until I woke up this morning...I felt it in my bones and soul- there's no mistaking when I'm sick. So what did I do? I went to the gym and fought it like a man. A 96 year old man. I felt so feeble... brittle...

Then I went to work- it was actually kind of fun, just about everyone there is really cool and friendly/helpful/talkative. There are over 100 employees there, so many a brain to pick. I get a free meal every night during my break- anything I want! Plus 2 beers, which I passed on because I am sickly. Since I didn't get tips I vindicated myself by ordering a ceasar salad and $26 Filet Mignon "medallions"- medium rare. It was Mediocre... and rare of me to be eating such an expensive steak. I like the word Medallion- esp. when used to describe meat. If a Cow or any bovine-like person ever pisses you off- threaten to chop them into medallions and wear them around your neck.

I had a craving to hear the Monkees the other day for some reason... maybe because they were my favorite thing to watch on TV as a child. "Wake up Sleepy Jean" reminds me of my mom. Why? Cuz she's a Daydream Believe-ah and a HomeComing Queen! Love ya mom.

:: Ol Man Factory 10/03/2002 12:21:00 AM [+] ::
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So I saw Elvis Costello last night at the Paramount theater in Oakland w/Huw "Food Network" Thornton. We knew we had balcony seats in section "g", it sounded promising to avoid the hassles of dealing w/people pushing and shoving you around on the floor... so we took our time to get there. Turns out that our seats where like 7 rows back from the very back of the theater (we estimated the capacity of the venue to hold 5,000). The people on stage looked like 3 inch dolls... we were kind of dissapointed. Until he started singing. Man, I can't put it into words- but his performance transcended the distance... for a few songs there was a hush over the audience- it was the sound of 5,000 peoples souls listening as one. Then suddenly, I heard it-
"Scott, Scott! Hello? Hello?"
This lady in back of me was actually trying to have a conversation on her cellphone! I moved my head forward a bit, and fortunately was able to focus on the music again.
Then she got another call,
"who is this? Hello? Who is this?"
I wanted to ask the lady for her number. Then I wanted to call her during the show and tell her to shut the FUCKUP!
I just prayed that she would hang up, I didn't feel like starting a scene, especially during a beautiful Elvis song. It just amazes me that some people are so dense.

Anyways, it was an amazing show and afterwords, we met up w/some friends who were at the Burlesque show at Bimbo's in North Beach. I guess we missed a lot of T&A and authentic vintage style burlesque performers! Our friends where raving about it- Playboy was there and pin-up queen Dita Von Teese was there w/her pasty boy/it-friend Marilyn Manson. Why do all the creepy guys get all the hot chicks?

Best thing overheard as we passed by a bar on the way home:
Girl (to girl friend): "Come on! Put down your beer, you're NOT getting laid, LET'S GO!"

:: Ol Man Factory 9/29/2002 07:00:00 PM [+] ::
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