easter weekend in l.a. (part i)

no, i did not go out to los angeles. i like my people a bit more real than l.a. tends to be (or cali in general, for that matter). and while a big chunk of it WAS in louisiana, i don’t mean that either. (unless you’re from enterprise rent-a-car, in which case i DO mean louisiana, and the sand in the back seat came from galveston). no, i’m talking about a place that has been called by many names…
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free willie!!!

to christen yet another season of backyard amphitheater entertainment, we start off with the traditional dueling willie shows…two shows by mr. nelson, back to back. for those of us who do box office stuff, this makes our world a happy place, ’cause they ALWAYS sell out. every year. much like the show is a tradition, the sell-out is to. with no tickets to sell, and most people picking up their tickets from our outlets before doors, it’s a cake-walk kinda evening, right?
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can it get any wac-e-er

03/09/2003: “?”

i know…i was doing pretty good. writing for y’all on a regular basis…then i disappeared for a weekend. a romantic get away? a vacation? lotto winnings? perish the thought. it can be summed up in a simple song…
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strangelove

okay, so this is gonna be a short one…i’m sick, i pulled a muscle in my back from coughing too hard (who knew that was possible?), i’ve got the massive valentine’s day depression going, and i had gas company issues when i went to take a shower so i had no hot water. before i left for okc, the ka fraternity got suspended on ut campus for a racially themed party; which was not the first time they’ve done such things…this IS the frat that considers it’s spiritual founder to be robert e. lee and they try to follow many of his beliefs (keep in mind which side of the civil war he ran, k?). but we’ll deal with that tomorrow…and quote the valarian as we do (the “secret” text of the kappa alpha order…i have a copy at home. don’t ask). for now, let’s talk about pussy…
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take your hands off those balls

so, tonight was the nba all-star game, reminding us that jordan is retiring…again. and reminding us that we still wanna fuck the brains out of mariah carey (although recent interviews i’ve seen with her might indicate some one has already done that in the literal sense). and josh and i were reminded about all the goings on as i received a call (not from a guy) to let me know that they were on their way to watch the game at hooter’s. damn sad when a girl’s night is more guy-like than mine, huh?
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chicas, part i – the 4 play

“she said, ‘i feel you just see me as an object’. i said, ‘i’m not paying you to speak, dear…'” so goes one of kramer’s favorite quotes from me in the last few years. never meant in the literal sense, and not based on a real occurrence…but it gets a laugh out of him every time. the differences between men and women is a topic that has been done to death in movies, books, seminars, and stand-up routines. i don’t know if i’ve ever really dropped my two cents worth in here or not. i don’t know if i should. but hell, that’s never stopped me before.
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soup or bowl xxxvii

so, yesterday was all about the united colours of money. tons spent on ads, tons spent on merch, tons spent on snacks, and almost just as much spent on silver and black paint that ended up washed away in tears as the raiders drowned in the crimson tide that was tampa bay.
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