Last night was supposed to be all about breakfast for dinner and watching In-Demand TV with Frank. But then Chris called with tickets to the San Diego Area Music preparty to the awards, so I, being the great friend that I am, so totally ditched Frank to schmooze with some of San Diego's finest. We got there late, but beyond some acoustic guy, some spoken word, and some random awards not fit enough for the ceremony tonight (ie. 'best rock hair'), there really wasn't that much more than the schmoozing. So I made up for that with the copious amounts of whiskey I drank ensuring that I didn't remember the name of anyone new. But thanks to my new camera phone, I've got pictures to prove some of it:
Jose Sinatra and I in a passionate embrace:
Nate, FrankT and I before we stalked them all the way to Landlord Jim's downtown:
I forget these peoples' names, but they seem nice enough ;)
And, my beautiful date:
After Landlord Jim's we made our way back to Scolari's for open jam night and, lord help me, we played Warehouse. When we could barely walk a straight line we thought it was a good idea to get up on stage. It wasn't.
After Jack-in-the-Box and a gallon of water and a lil' rest on Chris' couch, I finally made it home after 4. Today isn't going to be as fun as I would like it to be. Blech.
Oh, and I met some peeps from the Buzzkill Romantics. Even though I was drunk, annoying, kissing her ass and trying to hook up a show with them, the guitarist seemed really nice and was appreciative that I post their music. I LOVE this song:
Listening to: The Buzzkill Romantics - Pretty Girls Need Friends Not Lovers




Is that that guy's real tongue?!?!?
Posted by: Jimbo Baby | October 05, 2004 at 12:19 PM