sweet night in Pasadena

I just ate two burritos and nachos with beans and salsa. Downed with a diet sunkist, and green guacamole. Maybe a stir of sour cream. Tonight I drove to Pasadena and watched a screening of Father of Invention, with Kevin Spacey and Camilla Belle. I ate popcorn and loved the film. Then I walked for an hour around the downtown of Pasadena, admiring the closed shops and looking in on local bars and restaurants. I eventually snuck into the back of a swanky red and black bar that hosted a live band playing some kickin tunes. I sat at the counter and ordered a PBR, learning soon after that they were only $3 for a twenty-four ouncer. (I think some call that a Tall Boy.) Everything smelled the floral cold gustiness of New York. the band sang with such energy, I was clapping and pounding my feet to the riffing violins and electric guitars. the lead singer a girl with butch-cut hair, skinny like a little boy. It was a solid band, tight music and an unusual flare - only, like most bands I could tell they weren't huge. There was, as always is, a little missing from the vocals. Unless you're Johnny Cash, you got to have range.
But I was grinning and clapping and dancing along. Soon my 24 ounces drained to zero, and i skipped out of the back to look at the glimmering stars. Down the road a ways, I was on the telephone to my lovely Betsy, Candice, singing to her and sounding like an original wanker, strolling through the streets of Pasadena. Getting to my car, I kept chatting, munching chocolate chip peanut butter cookies, and steering my rickety purple beast through the streets to the 210 freeway. Onward I trucked and chatted, a nice distraction from my otherwise radioless drive. (If you didn't already know, I traversed 400 miles of the California state last night sans radio, with nothing but my out-loud thoughts and the occasional buzz of a telephone text message. My Grape Vine trip was the best part, the crystal stars and an upset stomach really set the tone for me to arrive in Los Angeles!)
I ventured from the freeway for a cruise by Bell, where a 7-layer burrito, a "fresco" bean burrito and some fresco nachos supreme eased the effects of 24 ounces of Pabst in my belly.
Now I'm in shorts, sitting in the comfortable pale light of Dan's aunt/cousin's daughter's bedroom. I am going to get my own place soon, even if it is a cheap living room. I don't mind. I just need something of my own, something to call my home. I like to cook, I like to clean, and I'd like to have a home to come home to. It's not that hard to do, and it's something that's been missing. I had some homes, but they came and went in their due times. Now it's my turn to seek out another place to live. I love too many things to be boggled down by unnecessaries like feeling homeless and stressed.

Love the lovers, Love the life L-O-V-E Love

mikie