For m' boy's birthday yesterday, I began the evening with a lovely mooshy greeting card, which he seemed to love more than anything. I think his mama brought him up on mooshy greeting card sentiment. Hehe. Since his custom converse are slated to arrive on Monday, I had to include a picture of his gift-to-come:

...and I also promised a trip to Magic Mountain in the near future, since he's been dying to go lately. I've decided that one half of me really enjoys rollercoasters and the other half makes me want to hurl whenever I think of making that 2 mile-per-hour crawl to the top of rollercoaster hell. My fear of heights is worsening with old age. Heh.

After presents, we headed out to Hollywierd for a short band practice. Is it just me or are people in fucking Hollywood fucking insane...like completely? Haha. The more I avoid the place, the more I adore it and absolute abhore it at the same time.

Post practice, we headed over to The Rainbow and waited a freaking hour for our food to arrive. The Linguini with white clam sauce was spectacular as always though. Yum.

Last night was the first time in a while I didn't drink anything at the Rainbow (designated girlfriend driver), which left me quite perceptive to the fact that the place was filled with yummy 30-year-old women gettin' their thang on and bursting out in their group renditions of En Vogue. What the hell, people? It's the fuckin' Rainbow not American Idol! Sheesh. We did happen to meet a couple cool guys outside by the bar though towards the end of the night, but OF COURSE, they weren't from around here. Hence, the niceness.

Tonight, my parents have to decided to take us to Benihana's in Encino for the boy's continued birthday celebration:

I love this theatrical food stuff. Flying shrimps and knives, volcanos of onion ring fire... haha. It's great and the boy's been wanting to go since his niece and nephew went to a similar restaurant in New Orleans on their last vacation.

Tomorrow, we must brave the depths of hell -aka- an outdoor pavilion in the middle of 100 degree sweltering weather to witness the big hair metal 4th of July extravaganza with Poison, Cinderella & Slaughter. Despite the long-ass drive, $10 bottles of water, the mile hike from the car to the venue UPHILL, the need for 8 lbs of sunscreen and no chance of looking "hawt" for the sake of comfort and coolness, I'm rather excited! Hair metal shows are among my most favorite concerts to attend. Possibly my MOST favorite. It's just all about having fun, being cheesy, jumping around, singing and screaming loudly and pumping those fists and lighters in the air.

Seriously, people...what could be better? =)

Right now, I'm wearing zebra mary jane shoes.
They are the most fabulous things since... my furry cheetah mary jane shoes.

I'm also scanning RANDOM photos from my past that I dug up from my old bedroom yesterday. Wow.

Amy & Jade photo shoot.

My band (at the time) and I with Imperial Drag. I look psychotic! Haha.

...and for you lovely Maroon 5 fans:

We knew these boys when they were Kara's Flowers back in the day. Played a show with them and even enlisted Mickey Madden (bass) for a photo shoot (featuring Jade as well). Who knew years later they'd turn into pop radio Grammy winners!

... and before Brandon Jordan was the punk rock revolutionist of KillRadio:

...he was a nice boy playing my sparkly guitar in my parent's living room, playing in my band, writing amazing pop songs about spacemen and going to Third Eye Blind concerts.








Here's a few more of fellow band mates of my old band, Shrinking Violet:










Good ole Spankthenun at the old school Record Outlet:








...and finally, Mr. Hot Pants Himself - Steven McDonald (Redd Kross):



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Wow, is it horrible to admit that my younger years just fucking rocked? Hehe. This was a fun little stroll down memory lane. I may have to make this random-pictures-from-my-past posting a regular occurance.

Thanks for sharing with me,
Britty

How was your weekend?

I'm pretty exhausted. On Friday night, the boyfriend made it home from work just in time for us to rush over to Studio Suite to see Ekphrasis play at around 11:45pm. Hung out with until about 2am, hit up some long avoided fast food and passed out around 3am.

On Saturday, we decided to have a few friends over so we spent the day cleaning up the place, which makes the apartment look even huger than it is. I love coming home to a clean, organized house. I also did the 3 Mile - Walk Away The Pounds exercise video which I am still so incredibly sore from. Picked up a couple $5 pizzas, wings and a bottle of Jack. I ended up being the only girl at our little shindig surrounded by a bunch of long haired rockers. And Brian. Hehe. I wasn't complaining. Until I made the hugest mistake of eating barely anything and consuming a few drinks of orange juice and vodka. A few drunk-off-my-ass Myspace and text messages later, I ended up darting for the bathroom and eventually passed out half naked in our bedroom. HAHAHA. Don't ask. Apparently, the boys didn't depart til around 6am but I was long passed out by then. That's the last time I drink anything with nothing in my stomach. By the way, if I sent you a silly drunken Myspace or text message, forgive me but I'm sure it was in some sort of loving context. Ha.

On Sunday, I woke up with the worst hangover known to man and spent all day curled up on our gargantuan leather couch until about 8pm where we dragged our tired arses over to Frankie's for some take-out dinner, bad VH1 reality specials and to take a sneak peek into Frankie's new album - freaking amazing! He also played us some songs that he would like us to work on and they sound really great. He also pulled out a CD of my old band, Shrinking Violet which was a freaking blast from the past and came up with the idea of re-doing "Outside The Inside".

*Phew*

Today, we will be celebrating Father's Day at this nifty steak house, Flemmings and then back to the diet. I've actually lost a bit of weight from just cutting out a handful of foods and adding at least 4 days of exercise to the week. Gotta keep that going. On Thursday, we're off to Cleveland for Steph & Tom's wedding, which I cannot wait for. I adore weddings and it's just amazing to see 2 friends join together in a wonderful ceremony and celebration. I'm a sap.



Well, I better get back to work. xoxo.

Did you know you can fully customize a pair of Converse on the official Converse website?

Mr. Frankie told me and the boyfriend about it when we saw his super-duper-specialized Chuck's at rehearsal the other night. They looked awesome and the boy LOVED them so I kinda copped the same look (Thanks Frankie!) and customized a pair for him for his birthday:



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Fuck yeah.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't read my blogs so I should be safe posting this here. Haha.

I had the privilege of hanging out with/ seeing Enuff Z Nuff and Chip about a month ago. They were fucking incredible live and Chip is one of the most gracious and caring musicians I've met in a LONG time. He's just a great person and am so happy to have befriended him. I am such a late bloomer sometimes when it comes to REALLY getting into some amazing bands (i.e. Enuff Z Nuff, Cheap Trick...). I know I've driven a couple friends crazy for being so delayed in loving certain bands. What can I say? I come from race cars and cock rock. Haha.

There's nothing like a little Billie Holiday in the morning to start the day right. 
... and then some Cheap Trick to rock your ass off.

=)

My friend Frankie just informed me last night that you can design your own Converse on the official Converse website for about $20 more. How freaking awesome is that?

Go to: Official Website.
Choose: Design Your Own.


This gives me ideas.

xo.

Well gee, it's been about 7 months since my last blurb. I am comforted to find my same friends still posting. I slightly miss this and I really should post regularly again. I need to hone the writing skills I once (allegedly) possessed.

I was recently asked to write a review for the new Cheap Trick album, "Rockford" that was just released on Tuesday for a great local online and print music magazine. Did I mention how fucking amazing this album is?

Dear lord!
I have not updated in over 4 months.
I somehow grasped a whim to sign onto this thing amidst pure boredom.
I don't know how I drifted so.
Probably the Myspace.

So much has happened.
But most of you are on The Myspace to know of this.

I now reside in Sherman Oaks in a cozy little ... BIG apartment with the boy. It's everything I've wanted in a new abode. We've truly lucked out. And have also cursed ourselves to Cup O Noodle for the next year. Oh well. (hehe)

I find myself a tad homesick but not as bad as I imagined. It has only been a few days, however.
It is always time to move on to newer endeavors and new chapters in life.
But I still had a wonderful time living with my family. And memories to fill a large book.

In further news, the much anticipated Beyonder dinner/sleepover was postponed. I am forced to occupy the new apartment from 10am-8pm tomorrow and a Beyonder sleepover is NO Beyonder sleepover without a full evening of drunken indoor debauchery and a recovering breakfast the morning after. I was truly looking forward to this but I know we have many more to come.

So. Life is interesting.

Fuck Yah.

Rawkin out... again... woo...




My only regret:



I'm missing this! Seriously. I'm so sad. I want my Tom Keiffer. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

hi.

getting sick.

an evening in T Ho never sounded more splendid. plans for a drinkin adventure with two of my most favorite people in the whole world have been postponed. i love you guys and see you soon. this rawkin n rollin is wearing me down. hehe. i must recover for Saturday evening however. the BFF and i are partaking in our first girl's night out in a long time. much needed. split decision between a nice din and drunken protrusive video watching -- or Faster Pussycat at The Whiskey. both sound equally fucking fabulous. one safer than the other.

things:

• One of my favorite bands ever ever ever ( The Posies ) are releasing a new record after a loooong time. I couldn't be more thrilled.
• Remember "Rockstar"? Yes, we still speak  although the conversations aren't half as ridiculous and fun as they used to be. Oh well. I suppose Protrusions must subside at some point. He informed me the other day that he's playing guitar for Jason Falker for his next two shows in LA. Pretty neat.
• My best friend is filling in on drums for a band ( Toxic Twist ) who will be opening up for Faster Pussycat next weekend. How fucking rawk n roll is that??? They're all gonna wanna eat her up!!!
• My bf just left a message on my voicemail  calling me a 'sugarpop sweetheart lil spring roll'. Hahahaha. Dude. He rawks.
• A BOBA store miraculously appeared in our suburban little town. There is a god.
• I am freakin addicted to Poquito Mas' Nature's Grill Quesadilla. Cheese man. The freakin cheese and mushrooms.
• I have recently sprouted a deep love for dirty martinis. Wow.

Elegantly Wasted.
052605

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This is awesome. Stolen from Mizz Sandra Starr:

I had an exceptionally wonderful day with the boy yesterday.
I just felt the need to share.

We did little more than corner ourselves in my large cheesy leather couch and talk.

I felt myself growing and changing just a little bit.
I never really took into consideration the outcome and sacrifices of sharing your life with an aspiring touring musician -- accepting the risk of months and even years with him a billion miles away. For those of you out there who find yourself in this role now (Ms. Michelle), I am curious to find out how it works for you.

We talked about this and a lot of other things and something happened last night that made me realize

This relationship won't always be easy. and there will be difficult situations.
but he could very well be worth it. And the end goal is so positively significant.
Never in my life have I received so much respect and admiration from a "boyfriend".
His support in the goals I'd like to attempt in my life is amazing and I only hope I can provide the same respect and support as this moves forward.


OK.
::end mooshy sappy shit::
I'm done! hehe.

Woooo.


...also. my hair is now turquoise.
and i have a hickey the size of Manhattan. haha. hello junior high. ♥

can't wait to rock tomorrow.
2 new songs.
and two magazines (hopefully) coming to review and photograph us.
Yah.


..so. an evening at home, not sure what to do with myself..

I've had mention to me a few times over the last few weeks --

I looove to read your livejournal to learn about all your rawk n roll adventures. - but you haven't been writing much lately...

Mmmm I miss adventures. It's been a while.
Although, I and we are still out and about causing somewhat havock on the Strip.
Somewhat.
But yah. A little different now.

So, hmmm. ( New things: )

Vegas was a blast.
Was eagerly taught Craps & Black Jack - won lots o money. Kinda.
Eventually sent it all back into Vegasland by the end. Hehe. Atleast I broke even.
Downtown Vegas rocks!!

Spent the day with the boy's friends from Ohio - and the girl he once dated.
She was nice. Very mid-western. Boyfriend was a cop.
I didn't feel like the resident circus freak or anything. Haha.
But nonetheless, had a decent time.

Too much information : 151-Rum-Banana-Daquiri-and-cheap-table-drink-Vegas-induced-romping rocks my world. Haha.
Sorry.

Um. What else?

• Boy joined an awesome band called Elegantly Wasted. Reminiscent of that kind of rockin and blues-ish LA Guns sound. Me likey.

• Pink Slip are set to be on the cover of Rock City News by the beginning of next month! A nice sessy picture and a little article inside. Woo!

• Ok I need to get my tattoo touched up already. I keep putting it off. Who's going with me? I may be in danger of getting another one, however.

• Getting bored with my pink hair. Any suggestions?

• My birthday bash is coming soon!!! My birfday is May 4th. I want to have debaucherous craziness at The Rainbow. Is everyone who's coming free Saturday, May 7th???


xoxo.

Vegas this weekend with the boy!!!
Meeting a couple of his friends, one of which he used to date. All I have to say is she better be a hot a licious mutha. Know what I mean??? I dunno if it's just me but I'd rather have a boy's ex be hot than mediocre as to boost my somewhat interesting self image into thinking that I must be in that hot category as well. Haha. I know. Shut up.

So,we're leaving Friday night after a triple date at The Rainbow with boy's friends and my BFF and her boy, which I'm looking quite forward to.

I mean, cmon, I look nice and respectful right???




Hehe.
(By the way, that's not the boy, that's my guitar player partner in crime in Pink Slip.)