The Weekend

This blog entry is maybe a little bit...



...but eh, it was a fun weekend, so who cares, right?

Friday: We did a lil' bit of bar-hopping -- had a delightful martini at the Formosa before ending up at Canter's Deli, where we saw this guy:



Yup, that's Rodney Bingenheimer, and if you're anybody who loves rock and roll, you should probably think that's pretty cool because Rodney is an awesome God of Rock, having been Davy Jones' double on the Monkees, brought glam rock to the United States (you can thank him that you know who T. Rex and David Bowie are), and been a rock tastemaker on KROQ for the last umpty-ump years (see "The Mayor of Sunset Strip," an otherwise informative documentary that unfairly paints him to be kind of a sad figure -- he so isn't). Trix flashed him the pearly whites and got a nice big sweet smile from the guy, but both of us totally chickened out of talking to him. Phoo. Next time.

Saturday: We took a lovely drive up the PCH where we ended up, at the recommendation of the guy who runs the agency that reps Diablo, at a little seafood shanty called Neptune's Net.



Everybody that wasn't us was a gigantic, mean-looking biker, but damned if the food wasn't amazing. And the drive up the PCH is -- hoo, wow, it's something else. The ocean on your left; gigantic, picturesque cliffs on your right, its really unbeatable. I wish we'd had even longer to just stop everywhere and explore, or sit by the ocean for a while and just stare off into nothingness.

Sunday: delightful cheddar chowder at the home of Patrick and Cheryl, my completely awesome bandmates who, I'm sure I've mentioned, are total geniuses: they regaled us with a new Silver Phial song that blew the top of my head off, much as all their other songs have. We need more gigs, so you can see how fucking brilliant they are.



Patrick, and...



Cheryl. They're so cool we had to wear parkas at their house.

This week: Peanut week! Whoopee!