shaky

they (oh the elusive theys! everywhere, everyone, yet no one...) they being construction workers are ripping up the road behind me, making the court house sway a bit and shake. i can hear vague twangs of gee-tar and some deeper man singing coming in from the windows (which i think we all learned were not bullet proof when judge weller was shot through his window).
this weekend was fucking weird. so much for the calming down thing.

friday went to nikki beach to go see biz markie-borrowed a dress and heels and was about 9 feet tall all night. kept waiting and waiting for biz markie to take the tiny makeshift stage infront of the pool, to no avail. finally walk over and see that the so-so dj was actually biz markie. so glad i did not pay the $20 cover to see that, thank god for friends that know everyone in this god damn town.
whoa, there goes the building moving on me again. it's making feel drunk or something.

after nikki beach, went to pearl, which is really just all city live with white walls covering the fake-ass tags (i'm told "winger" is one of them) on the walls and instead have dangling white fabric where burning man chicks in white bikinis twirl around, to a better dj than biz markie.
finally leave grand sierra resort, and go to a friends where the beer is free, as is the top ramen.

saturday was chapel's one year anniversary, which means i got black out drunk (which never happens. still horrified) and apparently had a 5 minute long conversation with cassie that i have no recollection of. oops!

sunday was my friends b-day and of course, the stars aligned and he picked nikki beach for us to all go to again. i seriously have stayed away from that place for like the 2 years it's been open and i've been mocking it only to find myself there twice in one weekend. sometimes i love love how ridiculous things are. like us getting vip passes and standing in the sand where there's a famous football players and boys dressed like team zissou, later followed by weird round table experiences (every table in the god damn restuarant was filthy) and the night ending with all of us in a hotel suite that had been turned into a night club complete with a dj and dancing green lights. seriously, weirdest weekend ever. jeez louise. oh, and swimming in the pool was awesome. i hadn't done that in so long.
tonight is another b-day bash...oh, its hard to concentrate with all the drilling in the background.
basically, last weekend was totally weird and i made off with a stolen pair of team zissou's shorts, salt + pepper shakers, towels, and a lotion and single cup instant coffee mix. there's nothing more than i love than stealing from hotels. so guilt free!