Ariza’s Where Are You?
We were at El Prado last night when we noticed that Ariza’s wasn’t at their spot; this scared us. Emosweater made note that it hasn’t been there for the passed three days, so that made it even scarier. So if anyone knows what happened to Ariza’s or where they went – I can only imagine that their presence on that street wasn’t exactly legal, especially when squatting meters – please let us know. It’s hard getting good Mexican food for that cheap without having to chase trucks and deal with restaurants that cater to, well, ya know, people who don’t really know real Mexican food. Ya know, people who think Baja Fresh is something of a heroic staple. Seriously, WTF.
Ariza’s, where are you!?
In an attempt to pay homage to the great Taco Truck/Trailer and also to get a fix for some good tacos, I made some tacos at home using left overs, looks nice right? Wrong, it was just…ok. The meat I used was seriously just some left over stuff that was sitting around. When it comes down to it, the salsa and the meat make the meal. Anyone can chop up onions and cilantro and flip corn tortillas over heat, but the “meat” of the meal comes from the, well, meat along with the salsa. And Ariza’s uber spicy tomatillo salsa was the icing on the already delicious cake. I might actually cry right now.
Tags: Ariza, Cooking, El Prado, food, Tacos One Down, 11 More to Go
Months that is. Not that this is a countdown, but I can’t freakin believe it’s February already.
Three years ago I was teetering on a relationship with a long time friend; it seems like I just sent her home on a plane last week. I remember as a kid, everything felt forever. Everything felt like it was taking too long to get there. Road trips, birthdays, Christmas always felt like it was a brutal countdown and now I’m wishing for time to slow down so I can try to attend to all the matters that need addressing.
I feel like Lucy when she and Ethel are at the chocolate candy assembly line. At first things start at a nice pace, but then things get wonky fast and she can’t keep up and starts eating the candies she can’t wrap – and if I have to explain this bit to you, you’re in serious need of some I Love Lucy time. It’s classic for any generation.
Well that’s what’s happening. Things are getting eaten and it’s starting to make me feel sick and overwhelmed. We have all these trips and adventures planned for this year and month, not to mention our usual barrage of weekend mayhem.
Here’s to not being too overwhelmed that we can’t write about it.
No Excuses
Make no mistake. We shouldn’t have stopped writing, whether people were reading or not, it doesn’t matter, the idea was to put forth content, to push ideas and share stories and it all stopped.
I can’t promise anything, I can’t promise things will change, I can’t promise that we’ll be different – but we can try.
We can only look forward to the things that are to come, we’re still taking shape and we’re still trying to figure things out and most importantly, we’re going to try.
Hopefully we’ll find that voice we’ve been trying to hear, find that song we’ve been trying to sing, play that game we’ve been trying to play and work that job we’ve been trying to work. After all, the idea was adventure, sharing thrills, frills and even the shrills.
2010, here we come.
Twilight: The Chick’s Star Wars
I’m sure about now, a buttload of females have seen, are seeing or will have seen Twilight: New Moon and will find themselves with internal conflict on whether to side with the vampires or werewolves. Now I know this little tidbit not because I saw the movie or read the book, but because Burger King made a commercial about it.
I’m not going to break anything down, I’m in fact going to keep this very simple. A friend of mine made a very good point today. If a guy can geek out about Star Wars and have a ZOMGLIGHTSABERS moment, then a girl has every right to ZOMGMYEDWARDS!
I don’t like it, but I have to be fair. After all, the women in my life tolerate my WoW, Zelda and SciFi’s. I can give them them their Twilights.
Tags: Geeks, Star Wars, Twilight P90X is Not For Fat People
Is there anything that will decrease the mass of your legs? My thighs are so big squirrels bring me their nuts to crack. Seriously, I wake up in the morning and I see them all at my porch with those sad squirrely eyes, holding up their nuts.
Gawd there’s a nut joke in there somewhere but it’s too early to crack one.
Anyway, I saw some of the routines for P90x and said, FUCK THAT. You have to be ripped to begin with. It’s like those damn Pantene Pro-V commercials where the women have immaculate hair. It’s like they picked out women with already gorgeous hair to do their commercials to say, hey you can have hair like this if you use our product when those women who are in the commercial already have flawless hair to begin with.
Yeah, whatever, YOUR MOM.
I’ve known a few people who have already gotten injured, some incurring a wrathful trip to the doctor, from P90X. I’m not saying it doesn’t work, I’m saying, it really does work, but you can’t be a fatass and go into it all EXTREME!!1.
I feel like I need a six pack before I can work on the 12.
Gawd I want beer now.
And for fun:
Seven Thirty
That’s the time I walked into my house this morning after last nights shenanigans. I’ll write more about it later, I just needed to share. Life is good, especially when you’re having fun – despite my busted nose.
Parking Lot Parties and Porta Potty Prevention Policies
Time couldn’t have been any slower than it was yesterday. Watching the time tick at what seemed like half the pace of slower than slow was torturous. That uneasy, antsy, nervous energy that makes you shake your leg in unimpeded pedi-strokes makes the trek through the time shift of forever feel forlorn in unforgotten futility.
Fast Forward. Emosweater was standing by his car as mine pulled up, I lucked out and sniped a parking spot in the wonky plaza where Good Microbrew & Grill sat. All he had to do was make mention of $3 beers and flash me a photo of a burger with a halo of crispy fried cheese singing praises of wonderment to make me strong arm through that nasty 10/110/101 orgy of fat traffic and see for myself. My stomach was whimpering its fugliness that feeding time was due hours ago so there was high priority in me kicking its face in with a good old fashioned burger.
We were two of five and the hostess, who refused to seat us because the rest of the party wasn’t present suggested we romp a tiny table and musical chairs our way up and play table tango until the rest of the team arrived. The five of us were finally there to combine our lionbots and have a Voltron of a time.
Four rounds of mystery beers and an Exorcism Burger later we time lapsed the night time streets to El Prado where we indulged in playing guessing games with the bartender, let the ladies ladle wine and lounge in leisure while the men decided crafty beers and clinky cheers were standard fair for our nightly affairs.
With Ariza sitting in our stomachs and sobering up in parking lot parties the night time ne’rdowells did nothing but needfully bring time to its knees. Emosweater literally got shit on his pants from prancing too close to porta potties and a decision came my way that peeing between two cars is cover enough to make me go camouflage.
Congratulations this is our 100th post.
Tags: Adventure, Ariza, Beer, El Prado, Good Microbrew & Grill, Silver Lake, wine It’s F-ing Friday
It’s been an active morning so far. Dropped off my roomie at LAX for his trip to DC, grabbed a real cup of espresso, it’s been awhile, my friend is a new aunt and I’m looking forward to Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving/ Harvest) tomorrow – which means good home cooked eats from ma.
I’m in good spirits. Fall has come with a nice breeze here on the Westside, it’s a bit warm and I can only imagine it being much hotter out east of here, but the air is dry and the mornings feel crisp. I love that feeling.
Like dancing lights and daylight fireflies there’s a brightness to these mornings that make me appreciate life and all the goodness it has to offer. So I have one request for all of you guys today: Go out and make something happen. It doesn’t have to be epic, it doesn’t have to be a crazy bar hop with brawls and killer hookers in between. It just has to be something that makes you feel like you’re living your life. Watch a show, play some music, start your book, throw a party, get drunk with your family, take your friends and hit up the best fuckin burrito that you know of, it doesn’t matter, embrace everything that is life right now.
Seriously, it’s fuckin Friday.
Go out and make something happen.
Tags: Friday, life, Music