Poker, Araiza, Real, and a CLK430

Friday night, John, Ali, Chris & Palmercat gal, and I went over to Mark‘s place for some poker. Had a lot of fun there, with Mark kicking total ass until Chris took over and wiped him out. Chris ended up winning $90 from the night. Bastard! My luck has become horrible at poker pretty much ever since I folded the 9-10 of diamonds and would have flopped the straight flush.

Saturday night was even more fun. Randall and I went to the Ben Araiza show at Alice Cooper’stown. The Ben Araiza band was tight as hell, and it was the least we could do to support them whenever they play a show. The band also consists of 3/4ths of Chain Link Faith, and it’s always a great time hanging out with Mikey. Mikey took us down to the Green Room, which is fucking sweet at Cooper’stown. We hung out and had a beer, talked a bit with Phil of CLF and also chatted with his wife, who had enormous praise for Phoenix Down and was saddened to hear that we had broken up. We told her that we would be back. And we will. We also told Ben Araiza that we want to take a road trip to see him in Cali when the band heads out there next month. We offered to be roadies, and Mikey said he would get us on the “tour bus”, whatever that happens to be.

Dave showed up with Rye, which was all fine and good. We exchanged pleasantries, and once Randall got wasted, he started talking a bit more to Dave. Nothing earth-shattering, but chit-chat nonetheless. After we partied a bit in the Green Room, we had to take a piss, but they had closed down the resturaunt which contained the only restrooms in the joint. We decided to swing by the studio, since it was only 5 miles away. That’s where we met up with Real.

Real has been in the studio complex for pretty much the same amount of time that we have. They happen to play right across the hall from us, and they seriously kick ass. They had been on hiatus for a while because the band broke up and such, but were finally back together (in fact, Saturday night was their first practice with the entire band back in there). We hung out there for an hour, chatted, they played a few songs for us, and Randall had more to drink. After all was said and done, Randall and I were officially deemed their VIP section (not that it means much now, but when they make it big we’ll be there).

Real broke up due to a couple of things, but mostly because Pat’s girlfriend was jealous of the band and whatnot. Pat had a brief talk with Dave, Randall, and I about his circumstances and to never let a girl get between you and the music. This chat took place the week before our last show. And what happened the very next day after the show? Yeah. Ironic, isn’t it?

Finally, my mom got her new car on Saturday. I took it out for a test drive yesterday. Stopped by my place and picked up Johnny for a ride. It’s a sweet car.

Oh yeah, I disabled Anonymous comments from my blog – I enjoyed them right until there were flame wars popping up. And if you are so chicken-shit that you have to flame me anonymously, then you don’t deserve to post a comment here (you know who you are).