The club was actually really cozy and I could see how it would appeal to musicians. They had a pretty well stocked bar, comfy sofas and drink tables against the walls and a prominent stage with curtains and all.

This was my first time catching Severly Misunderstood. I’m not a big punk rock fan but I have to give it up to Kevin and Bob for putting on a sizzling show.

Jeez. Next we’ll have peace in East Timor?

While we’re on the topic of East Timor. The word Timor, translated in the Timorese language Tetum, means “east”… which would ultimately make the name “East Timor” sound a little awkward… don’t you think?

The people of Timor would probably laugh their heads off if they learned that I just claimed rain in LA. “Pfffff! You call that rain?” For a country that gets 1400 mm of rain a year, the 0.005 mm of dampness we got this morning would probably be labelled imposter rain or pussy rain.

And they have a point.

All I know is that I won’t be betting my kidneys that it rained today as I didn’t hear any thunder, see any rain or lightning…. nope…. no pitter, patter, pitter, patter, rumbling sounds in the sky and all that good stuff. All I know is that on the way to work, I could see the bottom of the car in front reflected off the road…. and the air today was so thick with moisture you could catch a water-borne disease by breathing the air. Actually, the air today kinda reminded me of the time I got back from a weekend in St Louis, stepped into my Waugh St. apartment and realized I did not turn off my humidifier before leaving.

I was stubborn at first, refusing to run the windshield wiper on my way to work. I mean, it wasn’t raining. Why use the wiper? Drops continued to accumulate on my windshield to the point it got too thick for me to see. I reluctantly flipped on the wiper. It swung left and it swung right. Now I really couldn’t see shit. Paper mache.

Those of you who know me also know that I wash my car…. ummmm… on average once a year. I normally welcome heavy rain with open arms since it saves me the $5.75 I would have to otherwise spend at the car wash. I do not, however, welcome lethargic, half-hearted rain mainly because it eats into that even coat of silky dust on my car’s skin, leaving its complexion looking like open pores after a cold shower. The way a car is dressed reflects a lot on the owner of the car and today, I had to deal withthe consequences my car looking neither clean nor dirty… as though it were confused… lost… or still in search of its identity.

And to make matters worse, the new rain coat formed an adhesive base that changed my car into a giant piece of scotch tape, vulnerable to everything in its path. I think I’ll adopt a highway.

I knew before hand that there were no paper towels in the restroom but I persisted on splashing water on my face. I’ve not been clocking in enough hours of sleep for the past few days and the rejuvenative power of cold water was absolutely essential for me to staaay awake.

After drenching my face I jutted my lower lip out and blew air upwards in the direction of my face. The cooling effect of air dancing on the wet surface of my skin was really enjoyable but it then sank in that I could not wait in there all day to wait for my face to dry. I thought of using toilet paper but I didn’t know if it would leave little stray pieces of pulp smeared all over my face. A shirt sleeve is always an option but I decided to be civilized today and stick my face under the hand dryer.

The main cause of my lethargy had to do with my camping trip the day before.

Tip to working professionals: Don’t go camping in the middle of a work week.

So why this crazy act.? Well, Bob was in town with his eight friends; Muriel, Lucas, Valerie, Josee, Victor, Patrick, Snow White and some other guy… Steven I think.

Well here’s how the story goes. Muriel owns an agency that specializes in Language Learning for Foreign students. This time round, almost all the participants in her program are from Quebec, with exception to Lucas who is from France. Well, after meeting up with the gang at Venice Beach, we headed for a campground up in Valencia.

Camping LA Style
This is what the Valencia Travel village Campground was like. Three swimming pools, a jacuzzi, a huge gas-fired campfire, a massive laundry room, a video rental store, street lamps, children’s playground, combination-locked restrooms, soda machines and the distant hum of the Golden State Freeway.

Why I’ll be zonked tomorrow
Well the Quebec bunch will be spending tonight at my place.Including Hui Chin, there’ll be a total of 11 people sleeping in my apartment tonight.

And the day after
Because Thoms’ coming into town.

And the day after the day after
Because Thom will still be in town.

I spent Friday at Arena, this pretty gay and drag populated nightclub with two dance floors, no age limit and no alcohol. Highlight of the evening was when I got kissed on the right cheek by Becker, this girly guy in a tank top and Britney bicycle pants. It was really yucky and his lips were really wet. My skin stopped crawling two days later.

The Key Club was really fun on Saturday and the cage was as entertaining as ever. Especially cool this week was this GQ model guy taking a metal grinder to the metal undies of my favorite dominatriX chick. Her crotch looked like the Fourth of July each time the grinder kissed her metal underwear.
After the Key Club, Hui Chin and I took a stroll over to the Body Shop. I had always wondered what it would be like bringing a girl to a strip club. I guess it was pretty awkward having Hui Chin there because I had to contain my drool within the four walls of my cheeks. Aside from that, it was really cool.

On the way back from the Body Shop, Hui Chin and I decided to stop by Ralph’s to buy $20 worth of powdered milk for a milk bath.