I am so fucking sore

and that means i've done a lot. great job.

let's see, this morning i snoozed too long, then woke up and had a cup of cold coffee with honey and some leftover dried edamame/goji berries from the hike yesterday. got showered and colin and i drove over to don passman's office in beverly hills. don is my dad's best friend from college and a very successful entertainment lawyer (represents/ed janet jackson, tina turner, heart, pink, etc.). they were in a band called eudipus and the mothers in austin while they were at UT austin for law school. apparently, they were on a compilation called 'texas punk bands of the 60's'. pretty crazy. he still has recordings of them on acetate. i really hope he'll convert them eventually, because i told him i'd die to hear it. so we went to his office and chatted for a while before we said goodbye and left. he's a really sweet guy so i'm glad i got to see him even though i was mildly nervous the whole time. i guess i wanted to impress him. ANYWAY, we left and had indian buffet which was really good, but kind of spicy. then instead of going to ameoba records and guitar center, cols took us to venice beach because he's never been. it's pretty much a stretch of crap, but we went anyway and ran across the scalding sand to see the water one last time before our trip ends. on the way home, we grabbed a star map, only to find out that the only star living on the street that we're staying on is totally unfamiliar to me. and i know my stars, sadly. or not. so, we're back home now. just resting/doing laundry before we go out, hopefully to do amoeba/guitar center. oh, and my good friend jeff from high school is having a barbeque at his place in silverlake. so i'm really excited about that. then upright citizens brigade or the smell. or both if i can fit them. i'm usually pretty good at that. maybe that's why i'm a nutcase.

love,

sally