i'm not too sure about this sauce. mackenzie and i agreed that this was the least exciting of the three sauces. it's chunky and yellow/orange in color. mackenzie says it tastes like chutney. i don't think there's any spice to it at all.
mack and i think that this was the best sauce out of the three bottles. not only is the bottle art cute, the sauce is very tasty. it's like a mix between Tiger Sauce (another very good sauce) and Thai Sweet Chili Pepper sauce. and it's very hot.
oh god. the title don't lie. i wouldn't say it's 100% pain when you eat it. it's like 90% pain. it's similar to an Asian chili sauce (the texture reminds me of the Indonesian hot sauce). but it is 100% pain when you take a #2 on the toilet. . . for days.
ho hum blah blah blah. am undergoing a creative block.
Mercury, the planet of great ideas, is entertaining Pluto, the planet of power, giving you an astrological thumbs-up - and in some cases, a burning bush. not bad for a monday horoscope. here's a great idea: i would like to make a living in progress and positivity. in other words, love. in other words, the ultimate power.
two days after millie left for l.a. (i miss you mills!! you're funny!!!), the planned/spontaneous tour of oliver, lee, chris, chany, paul, jon, dan, danny, and mike to the cote d'azur commenced. i like to think that i'm a gonzo-photo-journalist. at this point though, it's still too early to assess how this trip was for me - i've got more photographic details than my my mind can handle, but nonetheless i was stoked on having the opportunity to catch up with old friends and making new ones.
some preliminary thoughts:
a woman i met yesterday made this statement, "california has turned into a police state."
i imagine that if california were a "police state" i probably wouldn't have had the luxury to be as lazy as i were and maintain habits such as smoking a joint while driving through the city, saying anything i want while conversing on the phone, and walking around my apartment naked.
hey, some people aren't necessarily great conversationalists, and needless to say, declaring california as a police state doesn't help the champagne go down easily. but it did make me realize that as i don't understand the experience in living in such an environment that i don't have a lot to complain nor worry about in comparison to those who do maintain progressive lives in places with so many boundaries to their personal freedoms.
jesus christ. what am i talking about? this is when i interject by saying, "speaking of los angeles, i'm going to see jurassic 5 perform in cannes tonight..." and what a show it was - ugly duckling and sharon jones and the dap kings opened for them. they were all great performances that got the audience hype the whole night. i wish i had my camera with me.
and now i get to end the weekend with a lazy, rainy sunday. i love it! am taking advantage of the weather as i know the coming week is going to be a big one. gonna move into our new place in st. laurent du var on friday, so that should keep me stimulated enough to stay excited and restless.
as soon as we arrived in menton, i fell in love with the town. very italian, full of color, and lots of people swimming and sun-bathing. after finding parking, mack and i both whipped out our cameras - his, a vx something or other, and mine, the nikon point n shoot.
we entered the vw festival where old school bugs, eurovans/californias, and carmengias seemed to make the majority of the festival. it was funny because they were also holding a wet t-shirt contest. winner gets 150 euros. mack and i were joking about how i should enter it - one fifty for minutes of mild embarrassment is worth it, right? maybe not. in my brain i was picturing being on stage giving my worst imitation of a spring-breaking tourist dancing off-beatedly while some strange man poured a pitcher of water down my white-shirted chest. scratch that idea. i'll earn that one fifty in a less humiliating way, i decided, as toto and jules went to film the contest.
mack and i finally made our way to the skate demo which was just finishing up. as soon as we got there, mack breaks out his portable cassette player and holds it in one hand as he skated on the ramp with his surfas. in his get-up, people were more interested not in what music was on, but what he was on. apparently a natural high. and so was i as the setting was beautiful and bright. the ramp was situated in between the rocks and the sea. best of both worlds for this husband and wife duo.
i took pictures in between sun-bathing and swimming.
finally the sun set behind the west side of menton, and it was time to smoke a joint while the boys broke down the ramp. we hung around until 11pm, and then mack and i followed jules back to monaco to grab some burgers at the texan-owned "stars n bars" restaurant and checked out some spots for tw's upcoming tour happening on this side of the world in the near future.
when we got home early the next morning, mackenzie eyed the footage from the vw fest. i fell asleep before catching the footy of the wet t-shirt contest. but mack told me all about it. (shaking my head) that's 150 euros i could've used. i completely forgot we were in france! meaning, the guys running the contest and its contestants had no idea what a wet t-shirt contest consists of. first of all, the girls they mustered up on stage were given thick dark blue t-shirts to wear. so obviously as the mc poured the pitcher of water over the girls' chests, there were no boobies seen-through the wet shirts. and the dancing was worse than off-beat embarrassment - there was no dancing. just a sort of uncomfortable and confused bobbing of bodies. in any case, i blew it - not only did the winner receive 150 euros, they got a trip for two to spain, and the title of "miss sexy côte d'azur." besides the fact that it's hardly a sexy way to gain it, i could do without the title.
well, he should be. he turns 27 years old today. happy birthday, bro. i don't doubt that this day won't be anything less than a spectacle. so laugh it up, make others laugh so hard they cry, and enjoy!
i love you.
talk about. every instance i look at the time, without thinking, i automatically count 9 hours back.
focus!
you have a good time. and enjoy it as much as possible while you have it.
it's tuesday. i can hear everything now. the village doctor did some cool medium-pressured water squirting in my ears. amazing.
going to antibes. i just ran out of film. it's all good. will read and research and swim.
the bricks in the photo are of my fam's barbeque set-up at my folks' place. i love barbequeing on that thing. burgers are hard though. but mm mm kalbi, fish, chicken, steak... i'm craving meat, i think.
coincidence: 1. The state or fact of occupying the same relative position or area in space.
2. A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged.
i haven't been out much today. sometimes i hate to compare my l.a. weekends to my nice ones, but today is one of those days when i'd know exactly what i'd be doing on a beautiful friday like today in l.a.. instead, i'm in my room, far from nice, hoping for some positive going-out for tonight.
and i'm desperate.
i will absolutely die if i don't get out of this house tonight. oh how trying life can be when you're a dependant. in my case, i'm completely dependant on mackenzie or others to drive me into town... drive me happy.
and after having had such a great, active and positive trip in l.a., i'm on the edge over here. i will not live a provincial life. i refuse to be the lady-in-waiting. and i'll be damned if i hear about another french riviera raging-party-on-the-beach-with-champagne-and-spliffs until i am at one of those events.
to be frank, i am without transportation, friends, sandy beaches, happy hour, "meetings," lounge parties, or garth trinidad. what the fuck.
and in the end, after being told that "i don't need this from you right now," it's all for me.
this was the beginning of a great day.
there is a story to all of this.
