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Hooray for tuesday
16 October 04 ¦ Permalink ¦
Tuesday started with lunch, shopping and a pleasant visit with a really old friend.
We used to work together at a museum in Westwood. It had been over 6 years since we had seen one another. She looked the same which was a nice relief.
It’s disappointing when you don’t see someone for a while and they look awful. Usually, it ends up making you feel old as well. Is that a completely selfish thing to say?
I had a very tasty dinner at The Kitchen in Silverlake with J2 and intended to head back home after we finished. I didn’t want to stay the night because of the long drive.
While dining, I received a call from Ken Stringfellow (me=huge KS fan). He was in town touring with REM and had emailed about phoning, but you know how it is with Bigstar(s). So, I wasn’t holding my breath.
Obviously, the call was a surprise and since I could not pass up a chance to hang out with him, I decided to remain in LA a bit longer. Of course, I did call J1 to see what she thought and she ordered me to stay.
Knowing I was going to stick around town, J2 insisted I accompany him to a lawyer fundraiser in West Hollywood. Explaining he was only going to do some light mingling there and that was it. I agreed and drove.
The party was dull. So, we moved over to the regular bar. J2 did the drinking (I was driving). I attempted to have one drink, but stopped myself mid-sip.
Better judgment kicked in, as I’ve had one too many crappy experiences with alcohol lately: one drink, and I’m wasted.
Amazing, but true. Then again, I don’t weigh much over/under 90 pounds. So, it’s not that astonishing. (Now that I think about it, why do people act so surprised when I state that one drink gets me drunk?)
Ken did call and was actually within walking distance of the bar. He joined me there and it was very cool. We sat and talked for a bit. I felt extremely spacey and didn’t act like myself at all.
Funny, considering how I was completely sober. But, I suppose, sitting next to the talented Mr. Stringfellow is nothing short of intoxicating.
During conversation, Ken predicted The Smiths would reunite for at least one show in this lifetime.
So, only time will tell if ‘Ken-stradamus’ is right.
He also said The Posies would be touring like crazy in 2005. Very excellent news indeed. I believe it’s when the new Posies album will come out too.
The recovered details are a bit cloudy in my mind. There was an excessive amount of excitement in my brain and body, which apparently shorted out my hippocampus (the part of the brain responsible for memory).
Not to mention the constant screaming in my mind of Oh My God! It’s Ken Stringfellow!, figured into this, I’m sure.
I’ve been a huge Posies fan since 1990 and wrote my first fan letter to Ken back in 1991.
Needless to say, being with Ken was unequivocally wonderful (well, for me that is).
After Ken departed, I ended up hanging out with J2 and his friends at the bar. We were there until they kicked us out. It was late.
I had entertained the idea of getting a room and leaving LA in the morning. But surprisingly, I wasn’t tired at all. I was still buzzing from hanging out with KS. So, after taking J2 home, I decided to drive back down to La Jolla.
J2 was a dear and actually kept me company on the phone until I approached Del Mar, making the drive much less lonely and dark. Thankfully, it sped by.
(Ken took the picture on top of us.)
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J2 wants me to come back up to LA on Tuesday to attend an Augusten Burrough’s reading and then see Earlimart play later that evening.
We both love Augusten and Mr. Espinoza; and well, J2 loves them both a heck of a lot more than I do.
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