whattup whattup whattup.
A lot of people hit me up after my last America trip in regards to this blog, saying that they really enjoyed reading it, or saying how it made them want to travel and that sort of thing. To be honest, i didnt really think that it was widely read, then again, if most of your lives are as boring as mine are when im in perth, the drunken typing of a travelling man is a welcome vacation from your office lives. With that being said, there is now pressure mounted on me to have a note worthy time out here, the sort of pressure I am not used to being under, therefore i fear that this blog may now suck. You ruined it by reading it. Anticipation is a bitch.
I havent got a card reader yet, i was hoping to pop up some snaps, but to be honest, you could probably just check back a few entries to the last couple of times i was in LA. Shit still looks the same, i have spent enough time here now to not be too inspired to take photos of everything. I did however get a new toy though, a Canon 40d off of craigslist for $600 US. Bargain. However, all of this shit you are going to see in this post is hipstamatic. Awww yeah.
Craigslist is the greatest thing in america. You can find literally anything on there, from Cameras, Apartments and crossdressing swinger couples to party locations and cambodian breast milks.
Anyway, im sort of just talking shit here so ill give you the lowdown on how things have been so far.
Dorcia Birthday party was mental, worked till about 4am then headed to Delby and Rach's place to pick up some sleeping drugs to ease the pain of flying internationally while 6"6 with anger management issues. Check this shit out
Unfortunately I left the pills on the counter and was forced to fly unarmed by pharmecudicals. Asshole.
bye.
So i went to sydney for a day/night, caught up with my sister and hit up a club called Fake. Was pretty large, i was pretty boring. Thanks Sydney.
fireworks are hard to photograph
fail.
Ended up buying some sleeping pills from the airport that made me feel like i was mentally retarded, i opted to continue taking them till i was passed out as there was some demonic child screaming (like really really screaming) for the whole flight. I think i crashed out for most of it. Oh Ironman 2 sucks.
Got into LA and checked into the Roosevelt, bumped into Jake Brown and Andrea in the lobby, unfortunately we were checking in and they were checking out so we didnt get to hang out, but it was cool to see friends on the other side of the world.
Hit up the new Dimmak night Cannonball at a club called Drais. Drais is the pool area on the top of the W complex in Hollywood. Place is ridiculous, caught up with all of my good mates on the first night, realised how much i missed bottle service at clubs, remembered how much LA kicks ass over perth.
Hit up a bunch of stores on Fairfax / Melrose. Place is still a bit gross by day, but Im glad to be back.
Funny shit that has happened so far.
Dwight sleeps like 90% of the day. He wears a beanie like he is about to go to a hipster fashion parade (I cant hate on this cos so do I most of the time, but not while im sleeping) and looks like he is retarded. He doesnt snore though so thats a win.
Luke now parties, every other time I have been here I have been trying to guilt him into coming out, this time he is hitting me up daily to rage. Quality.
One of the dudes at the Hundreds store decided he wanted dwights HAL cap so he swapped it for a Hundreds one.
Hundreds store is dope.
HUF store was 50% off. Bonus.
Went out to Cinespace on tuesday night and got horrendously drunk. Don't remember getting home, slept till 3pm then threw up. So classy.
Mike Giant and Sheppard Fairy (Obey) have done a big collab piece on the wall of Barracuda LA. Very cool. The girl that works there is a bitch though.
Getting a massive tattoo on your arm then flying across the country is setting yourself up for discomfort.
I miss my girlfriend. Its been a long time since i have been away from home and had someone to miss. Its cool. She is a school teacher.
We rented a car so that we could go and check some cool spots out. I have managed to not really drive in LA at all up until this point. We went and picked up Jacob from Steves place the other night and i decided to take on Laurel Canyon Bvd. Win. I pretty much own the roads out here now.
There are so many radio stations here but for some reason the only english speaking station we could find was KROQ, which is pretty much nu metal radio. Sitting in traffic on Hollywood bvd, listening to Pappa Roach's - Cut my life into pieces, driving a Hybrid Toyota Priess makes us pretty much the whitest guys alive.
Im gunna buy a card reader tomorrow and tell more stories.
Oh hang on, went to the Roosevelt pool bar last night with Luke and Jacob etc and John Mayer was standing next to us with a bunch of Australian girls that thought they were the shit. You know when you automatically know that someone is a dick? That is the overwhelming feeling i got about the girls that were almost definately hours away from an easy listening soft rock gang bang. John seemed alright though. That fat kid with glasses from "Sex Drive" was there too. It does sound like a strange dream, but it wasn't. They were in the burger joint later too, I am really looking for a place to drop a "your body is a wonderland" reference here. Its not going to happen.
Dwight saw jake gylenhall. He was so siked on seeing john mayer too, like giddy, like a school girl.
The elevators at the Roosevelt are strange. No joke, i would say that about 90% of the people i have had a conversation with in the elevator have been australian. Even celebrities like wolfmother singer and darren hayes last time i was here. So to illustrate this point, we were all in the elevator the other night and 2 people got in, I said that they were probably Aussies, and you guessed it, they were. Great story i know.. However, later that night, there is 5 of us in the elevator heading up to the room and some random guy gets in. Dwight says "I bet your australian" as a joke, the dude is english and is lamely offended. He starts talking all tough, then the doors open and it is his floor. The dude is acting like a tool, and he finally exits the elevator. He stands at the door and says sarcastically "have a great night". In the most perfectly timed childish insult of all time, just as the doors were about to close, I requested that he felate me, he made a grasp for the doors, but it was too late. Sadly, this was the funniest thing i have done in quite some time.
Theres heaps more but i doubt you read this much.
night night.
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