Let's Go Islanders!

Oh the joys of Island life...

Dan very awesomely hooked Mystic Diva and I up with tickets to the Islanders vs. Ducks hockey game at Nassau Coliseum. Unfortunately we had to take a ladder, helicopter, and two hot-air balloons to get to our seats, and since our last NHL adventure, we've become quite snobbish about where we sit. Naturally, we decided to take matters into our own hands.

From our sky-high section we scoped out the desired seats - center ice, second row. Only when we made it from the boonies down to said seats, we discovered that one of them had a jacket on it - not a good sign. Casually acting as though we had merely passed our seats in all the puck-passing, body-checking excitement, we scooted into a couple of open seats in row 7. With these new and improved seats we could really enjoy the game! Man, I love me some hockey!

There was lots of brawling and roughhousing between the two teams - I loved it! The Islanders won with a 2-1 victory over Anaheim. After the game, we got bundled up and prepared to leave the Coliseum and head home. The iguana had other plans for us. On our way to the car, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a giant red sign reading, "Marriott". I felt butterflies in my belly. "I bet that's where the Ducks are staying", I told Mystic. "I bet there's a bar inside, maybe a nice lounge...wanna' go Duck-hunting?" We giggled with schoolgirl delight and made a mad dash for the hotel.

By our second round of drinks, the Ducks were arriving, and I was really thrilled with myself for this brilliant little plan! What happened from that point forward is sort of a blur: Rum runners, SoCo & lime, and the kind of conversations that memories are made of.

You see, a night at the hockey game is never just a night at the hockey game: it's a fothermuckin' adventure!

Praise be to the iguana.

Amen.

Coast to Coast.

Peace out LA, Hello NY. In a few short hours I'll be heading east with Atim for some much needed family-time.

I wonder if I'll see any of the inauguration.

I wonder if I care.

Breaker Photoshoot!!!

We (BREAKER) had out first photo shoot with the new line-up today! Zena of Logan Pro Photo shot us and did an amazing job. We had a blast being wise asses around Hollywood. Here's a little Breaker outtake that I happen to be quite amused by:


We'll be posting the new photos tomorrow on MySpace.com/BreakerMusic.

The Big Lebowski

If you dig The Big Lebowski the way I dig The Big Lebowski, then you gotta' go to this website: Lebowskifest.com.

Much like a fine wine, this movie gets better with age. eight bajillion viewings later and I still laugh out loud every time I watch it.

Abide.

Good Times Around Town: Melrose Ave.

I was supposed to get my hair done by my girl, Natalie, at Floyd's in Studio City yesterday. I showed up to my appointment to find out that she was out sick with strep throat, and no one else was available to do a cut and color. At first I was bummed - photoshoot in two days and here I was stuck with crummy hair. Determined to spend my money anyway, I headed over the hill for a little retail therapy.

Flasher was my first stop. The psychotic (seemingly coked-out) cigarette-smoking salesman actually had some slammin' taste in clothes and sent me into the dressing room with a pile of rockin' threads to try on. After settling on a snazzy little vest and a pair of tight black jeans, I headed over to Forgotten Saints. No luck there. On my way out of Forgotten Saints, I remembered that there was a Floyd's on Melrose and headed in that direction.

Once in Floyd's I told the chickie at the desk that I needed a cut n' color. Without hesitation, she sent me over to Bryan. He was my kinda guy. I told him what I wanted and he got to work on creating my new 'do. We started talking and it turned out that he does Natalie's hair (the stylist who usually does mine). Man, I thought, this is kismet. She always has great hair, and what are the chances of this little encounter?

A couple hours later I rolled out sportin' my new cherry-cola 'do. On the way back to the car I passed a bunch more shops. Lots of "SALE" signs. I paid no mind until I noticed Salvage on a mannequin in a store boasting 30%-70% off everything. Now I love me some Salvage, and what's even better than Salvage is discounted Salvage.

After scoring a smashing little top at 50% off, I was ready to go home...or more realistically, ready to sit in traffic for an hour and a half. I felt so good, I didn't even care.

In the name of the iguana, the octopus, and unseen vengeance.

I Got My Hurr Did.

Before: Washed out n' shaggy carrot top

After: Ch-Ch-Cherry Cola Craziness

The colors aren't very vibrant in this new pic, but not to worry: they be bright! My stylist, Bryan, referred to them as Root Beer and Reservoir Dogs Red. I like the idea of my hair making people think of a big, fabulous, cinematic bloodbath. 

Of course, there is a lot more to this story, and it will have to wait till tomorrow. Sex and the City and a big pile of nachos are calling my name.