Advertisement
Published: October 12th 2006
Three muppets
Rizzo casually mentioned this was where the Rat Pac used to drink. Charming place, still as was, dark dingy, a real mob hang. (I think)Okay, so I left the last blogg off with a few farewell photos and some people aghaust at the nerve of my putting 'that' photo on the world wide web (what ever Mum, you know you loved it!). I have also worked out if you click on the first photo you can scroll through the photos one by one and they are bigger with better detail....enjoy.
Destination 'A' was Los Angeles baby yeah! I kind of like La-La land now. First thing that comes to mind when i reflect on La La land? Boobs! Eveyone has got additions, EVERYONE, you can even take out a personal plan to cover payment , I wonder if you could ony afford half if you could get one done now and the other later...what? It doesn't stop at boobs though, our (Dan and mine) chaffeur /tour guide /alcoholic, Jason Rizzo, took great delight in opening the local rag and pointing out a particulary peculiar plastic surgery offer, drum roll please....anyone keen on Vaginal Rejurvination? Feeling a bit saggy in places that may need up keeping...wink wink nudge nudge say no more. Okay so once you got past all that, alright, you never get past
all that, so once you stop staring at all that, you really see LA. Rizzo was fantastic, Rich you know all about it. He whizzed us around all the tourist spots so as to let us then languish in the early Spring sun during a happy hour. I swear to you, Rizzo knows how to find a happy hour! Not only that but; mexican food, deep fried chicken dripping in maple syrup, people watching and appropriate LA drive talk "orl come on" beep beep beep!
Horriblist part was saying goodbye to Dan at LAX, but before I could even get into a black and white movie moment of finally playing the heart broken damsal, Rizzo had whipped me away told me to dry up and headed straight for.......ROCKSTAR SUPERNOVA final recording. I shit you not! Rizzo's fabulous friend Miriam (say hi to Miriam for me Riz) hooked us up with tickets to watch my all time favourite show, oh yeah! The previous night I was spotted by the paparratzzi mingling with two of the rockstars, like those photgraphers are soooo in your face I couldn't even connect with Toby through mind transmittions, he like sooo wanted to. That was
my best Paris Hilton talk. But I managed a smooch from one of the contestants! But yeah, Rockstar isn't that big a deal in the US, so one last thing on that topic, the 'larger than life' rock chicks in front of us at the recording! There were three roundish 'groupies' who had home made signs from a note book measuring all of A4 size, they screamed so fricken loud they got all the camera time and just when I thought I had seen it all with the hand and finger signs thrusted into the air in a horn sign, one of the girls nearly collapsed when she realised that she had left her 'rock glove' in the bag. I don't know how she did it, but she managed to keep screaming and waving her right wrist at the stage while reaching into her bag and putting on her glove. With sensational bottom lip biting action she was complete! Boo-ya.
Charmed Rizzo, love you you big loiter! And just to complerte the madness, Ms madness herself rolled into town, Rach Cooke, well I'll be! Anyone for a be-wah? Fabo seeing you monkey, hope your tour with the coolest band
Venice Beach
A very eclectic beach of mad fun. Everything had a beautiful colour to it; people, buildings, beach, some may say auras...we popped out right in front of the part of beach where the big men pump that iron. 'Blackseeds' (free advertising, new CD out doing the US tour blah blah blah) worked for you and you managed to avoid damage control responsibility long enough to involve yourself every so often!
After a week in la la land I was off to Washington DC to see Mr Hazzard and Mr Rademacher, who after being through Asia for the past 6ish months were now starting to get back into Western life and normal toilet habits, well maybe for one of you anyway...
The Washington area is really really beautiful. The street and Avenues that I was driven around were wide and lined with big leafy trees. The houses had ample property around them with both Brent's and Gordon's family homes having a foresty area out the back with squirrels and deer, and I believe I saw a woodpecker at Brents!
After missing my flight (lets not go there) and being bitten by Rizzos old and temperamental dog, poor Gordon picked me up after waiting a wee while longer than he had intended so it was straight back to his families country home where I was to be based for the next two weeks. For those of you
Also a frequenter at Venice Beach
This is also where Jim Morrison wrote the song 'Hello I love'when a black girl walked past him while sitting on Venice Beach. I salute you Jimmy. Go the Doors revival. who are wondering from what breeding do two such intricate indivuals come from, here is a brief synopsis:
I had many a family meals at the Hazzard household. Mrs Hazzard, Karen is a role model of a lady who holds the family together through her uncanny ability to remain sane amongst three robust and unique males. Greg, the younger of the Hazzard off-spring (I know there are more) kept me entertained with his infactuation with all things British and devotion to... soil. Greg managed to bag a Polish beauty, Justyna who also lives with the clan and is a silent force. Mr Hazzard, George, is something else! What a host, just when i thought I had all the tricks along comes the tricky trickster of all. Pool playing, history toting, vino drinking (when not on tablets of some description ) companion for all occasions. Thanks for all the breakfasts too! A round of applause please for the Hazzards, Grade A coolness, you people out there I recommend looking them up if you go through DC!
Then theres the Rademachers. Shiiit, where do I start? This household is a 24hour non-stop shop. Brent's dad Glenn, works night shift and
Who are those cuties?
Look past us and you'll see Santa Monica Pier with all the bells and whistles including a Ferris Wheel - ooooohhhh. has, well what seemed like no sleeping pattern - seriuosly the man didn't need sleep hes a legend. Cats! two of them. Sushi and silky, yeaaaaarrh Sush. These two cats need a write up equal to the great legend himself. The cats are as different as night and day, Sushi is a social slut, squirming and teasing around your legs purring and nudging into you then - WHAM, she strikes, well apparantly thats how it goes, but I only saw Gelnn and Brent tease her until she naturally retaliated (just calling it how I saw it guys don't bite ;o). Debbie, Brents Mum works until 9ish at night and is a real sweetheart, and boy does she love products (Sam, she is interested in Triology can they get that in the States) Between Brent and Glenn's 'discussions' that made them sound so incredibly similar, Sushi warnings, coffee drinking and lipstick, I was constantly doubled over with insatiable laughter. A big shout out to you folk for being the most classic combination of humour within a family dwelling!
What did I actually do in DC apart from observe these families!? I was just getting to that...I spent a lot of
Hollywood Im coming to getcha!
Sad to say after all my galliant efforts I wasn't discovered! I'll be ready to come back to NZQA anytime now - ummmmmm, don'y hold me to that! time with Brent during the day while he was job hunting (sorry to be such a dependant pain), so we got around to local spots like Bethesda where a lot of chat went down and much needed face to face catching up with the main man Brent-astic. I met a couple of his very good friends, Aaron and Cara who own one of those Rolly dogs, Rocky (that dog took an outrageous leap at me and head butted me in the knees. He didn't even reach a downward arc to start his descent, he just leapt and flew two inches straight into my knees 0 sensational). I was introduced to Chipolte (?) fast food mexican styles and got stuck into American burgers, fries and beer and slurppies. Brent also showed me Georgetown which is old brick styled buildings and quite an up-market area with the Potomac River creating the perfect water front for drinking in the sun and oogling the infamous Watergate hotel. During the week, Aaron drove Brent, Cara and myself to Ocean City beach where Brent's family have an apartment. Have alook at the photos, very fun filled day that started a bit sketchy the previous night for
Brent. But in brief; grid-iron instructions, blinding people with my obnoxious white legs (okay entire body), deep fried twinky bars, crocodile feeds, ice-cream, cheeky seagulls and a mammoth amount of food!
Gordon selflessly sacrificed his Fridays so that he could have long weekends while I was in town. The first weekend was taken up on friday night with going to Cara's birthday which wiped us all out on saturday so on Sunday the boys took me to the Great Falls for a spot of nature and brief walking to the river wher we sat and pondered...stuff, as you do.
The following weekend was a bit special! I went to New York and yip I couldn't stop saying 'muwerder in the furwerst, cwuffee and New Juwersy Turn Pike' and I have photo of the Jersey Turn Pike sign! So fricken cool! Boy do you feel like an ant in this giant of a city. My god they build em big round there! I can only imagine what it must have been like working or standing under the former Twin Towers. Gordon and I managed to see most of what New York had to offer but there was an absolute
See I didn't lie!
Rach really was there! Riz, were you cock-eyed again cause that photo sucks, but is definitely better than the other option - Rach its coming your way! bliss of a moment when he announced to me that he had got us tickets to a broadway show, the Lion King. I was in Pig Heaven (wink wink Mum - her favourite saying). Afterwards we managed to get rather drunk and found ourselves in a piano bar of a rather twisted variety. For starters I am unsure why I thought it was normal for a waiter to be monopolising the microphone while wearing an apron that - ehemmm dad has (yip, the one of the statue of David with the drawn on anatomy in the right place) but it wasn't even that, he had classic frizzy /shaggy black hair that was also kind of wispy down to his collar with a fringe an inch too long over large glasses, this complete with his dying swan act at the end of singing Bohemian Raphsody kind of made me do a double take. Turning right I saw a microphone stuck to the bar, you know, just in case the other bar tenders want to join in the singing?! We met Burke (?) the Barritone and Daniel the realator from Vegas who couldn't say anything without a 'get the fuck out of
This was us playing tennis!
We really attempted to play tennis but Rizzo found another Happy Hour. (don't start with me Mum, this one had frozen strawberry daquiris!) here' at the end of it. on reflection we were definitely in a gay bar, and thinking back they all knew my name and hang on a second I was directing what songs were to be sung. Gordon meanwhile was being chatted up by Burke in response Gordon thought Burke was in a broadway play yadda yadda yadda - confusion! New York hotdog and New York pizza the defintie way to go on a nasty littel hang over and a bastard behind the eyes!
I can't say enough thanks to Rizzo for driving us for nealry 10 hours in LA traffic in hot pursuit of wetting the pellet during a happy hour! Brent for letting me bust into your life just when you were trying to find normality, well a job at least (lets not get too hasty here!) and Gordo for spoiling me absolutley rotten. Anyway you know how cool you all are.
Sheesh, this is a longy, I'll give it a break for now. So Im in Portugal getting my proverbial kicked by the Dutch (just kidding Andre) everyone is top-notch but you'll have to watch this space to find out just how much...but for the
You are way too hot for life!
I put this up especially for you Rizzo casue I made you stand there for so long until I was sure I had the trees in your reflection. I am sure you don't mind - I know you are infactuated with Don Johnson. doubting Thomas' amongst you here is a sneak prview...
Advertisement
Tot: 0.079s; Tpl: 0.015s; cc: 8; qc: 28; dbt: 0.0453s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb
Gordon
non-member comment
Hats Off...
For coming to see my humble roots and current home, for taking to the clan, and to wrecking beyond repair what was once a normal sleeping pattern. Always welcome. Rock on p.b., rock on...