Friday night I was going to take the plunge, risk contracting swine flu and go to “Party Foul”(a packed sweaty place) but instead stuck with the tried and true and hung out with Jeff and Clint at Casey Moore’s. Casey Moore’s still is so much fun…or can be anyway.
Saturday, I went to a party at Michael Jackson’s house(Phoenix Michael Jackson aka “Mikey” Jackson.) Was a great jam. I hadn’t been to a party like that in a long time. A strange feeling how those parties take place in downtown Phoenix now and epic Tempe house parties of seem to be a thing of the past. So my old friend from 2001, Dicky Bahto is in town, and he came to the party. It’s interesting how with certain friends when you don’t see them for a long time you can just still hang out like nothing;s changed. It’s like you just pick up right where you left off as if you never stopped hanging out. I ran into a lot of old acquaintances at the party. Mike Hissong was even there! One of Jaymz’ ex girlfriends was there and she yelled out my name. I used to dance with her sometimes at Glam. She was in town from Los Angeles where she lives now, and she remembered how I used to say she reminded me of a “Mexican Jackie-O” because she was Mexican but had that early 60′s fashion look. I really did meet a lot of nexgen girls at the party. Though I always can spot the girls who are looking to make their way into the scene, the ones I look for are the ones looking to make their way out! The “catches” are the girls who just got roped into going with their friends but really they just wish that they were at the zoo and that every party was their last party.
I finally met the girl from Alabama that is always at Casey Moore’s. I talked to her a little bit, and she said jokingly that she wanted to be a daytime soap star, but the way she said it was like you could tell she said it hundreds of times. She had an awesome southern accent, but she said she was so glad to be out of Birmingham and she said she threw up.. but I told her “it doesn’t show.” I regret that I didn’t get a chance to tell her what a great place I think Alabama is and that I wished she would never change.
Sunday the pool party at Wyndham was a bust. Like nobody showed up. It was totally different story than the one 2 weeks ago. I don’t get it. Dicky and I went to Sidebar, and then My Florist Cafe. And I remember back in the day when people used to talk about that place I used to think they were talking about “a flower shop or whatever” because well…it has “florist” in the name. Rudd went with us to, because he though he had an enlarged uvula and needed some soup.
Also, I forgot to write that on Friday night I had a weird dream that “there was an earthquake in Iran while they were filming “The Dark Crystal” and that they left the footage in the movie”(which incidentally was not filmed in Iran.) I wondered why I would have a dream about a movie I haven’t seen in almost 20(!) years. Then I remembered that I was watching my roommate play the game “Infamous” for PS3, and there are these enemies that I said looked like the creatures from Dark Crystal but really they are just post apocalyptic humans wearing trash for armor. Go fig.
As I’m typing this I can hear cats scampering around on the roof…or are they rats?