August 11, 2003 - 4:03 PM

The Busy No Work Week

I'm slacking on these entries, aren't I? And right now I'm typing with a sore right index finger (the pointer finger). You know how sometimes you put your finger down on a surface and push forward and the skin stays in place but the top of the finger rolls forward, and the juncture where the skin is attached to the underside of the fingernail kinda separates and there's that dull pain under the nail? Yeah, that's what my finger feels like, and it makes hitting the keys an owwie experience.

Anyways, I didn't work at all last week, which was good and bad. Bad for the paycheck, good for the relaxing. Well, what relaxing I could do. I already told you what a busy weekend (plus two days) I had to start off the week (and I promise to go into more detail about the Water Park trip on Monday). Wednesday I didn't do anything really other than watch Gilmore Girls and The OC which I had taped Tuesday night (both very enjoyable). Thursday I went in to work to reacquaint myself with some of the equipment; stank up my apartment while cooking some chicken (I left it boiling unattended while going to the grocery store to buy some fruit and juice and it burned big time); and rented Daredevil, which wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be.

Friday I finally went to the gym for an hour and got a good workout going. Drove over to my work to organize a recording session for Sunday with one of the interns, then went to the Galleria to watch S.W.A.T. It was a decent movie, although I was predisposed to wanting it to be good because of my affection for the director, Clark Johnson, who used to play Meldrick Lewis on Homicide:Life on the Streets. I was pleased as punch to see him show up as LL Cool J's "Handsome Partner"(check the closing credits) and also to see his Homicide partner, Reed Diamond, pop in for a too brief cameo.

On Saturday, I hung out with my cousin Tony and he escorted me to Dodger Stadium for a game between the Dodgers and the Cubbies. Instead of batting practice, we saw a celebrity baseball game featuring such stars as Jonathan Silverman, George Lopez, Jon Lovitz, Willie Gault, and...um...others. I'm pretty sure that I saw David Boreanaz in uniform on the sidelines, but we were a little late getting there, so I think we missed seeing him actually play.

Can I just say that the nachos at Dodger Stadium are execrable? Somehow, even though they come in sealed packaging which you have to open yourself, the nacho chips manage to be hard-as-cardboard stale. And the cheeze has no spicyness to it. Very disappointing.

But we did get to see an inside the park homerun, a Robin Ventura homer, and Sammy Sosa (sadly, he hit squat that day. Sunday he hit two homers, but nothing on Saturday.) Oh, and probably the most memorable thing that happened at the ballpark was me getting hit in the face by one of those damn beachballs. While I was drinking a beer.

The ball was being dinked around us and landed next to the kid (probably aged 11 or 12) who was sitting in front of me. He had been clamoring for the ball to come to him and was terribly excited that he now had it in his hands. As I brought the bottle of Amstel Light to my lips (a plastic bottle. I didn't know that they even served bottles at ballparks, but I gotta say it's a genius move to have plastic bottles with screw caps), the kid grabbed the ball in both hands and heaved it straight over his head. Only, instead of hurling it upwards, his tiny arms whipped backwards, his hands held on too long, and the ball smashed into me. The bottle smacked my mouth before pinwheeling into the air and landing upright on the armrest between me and Tony. My pants were wet, Tony was soaked, the kid next to the tosser had beer in his hair. Everone around us gasped and then started laughing (including Jason Bateman who was sitting next to Tony); I giggled like a madman; Tony got pissed and stood up to clean himself off, then left to take a smoke (I think to cool down so that he wouldn't strangle the kid). The good thing is that there was still beer left in the bottle.

After the game, Tony and I swung by our cousin Sharon and her hubby Matt's place, played some video games, talked about my brother's wedding, and played two party games (Matt and Sharon are the ones responsible for my geeked out addiction to these games which I wrote about in the diary entry about N's party). The first one we played is called Scene It and involves movie/entertainment trivia, which Matt and I excel at, to an almost insane degree. The second game, called Talkin Tango, was a lot of fun and a new favorite. I can't wait to play it again, but with more people. And of course, more alcohol.

Let's see...what else...oh, went to the gym later that night (4 AM, actually), so I'm hoping that I'll get back on a 3-5 times a week schedule again. And Sunday I recorded a band at the studio from 9 PM until 6 AM. It had been over a year since I'd done any recording as the main engineer, so that was interesting and pretty fulfilling.

Oh, and tomorrow I get to actually work on my first session as a real assistant engineer! I'm going to get paid! Thank god! I hope that I don't die.

My friend Char sent me this link which proves that the Japanese are the most awesomest people in the world.

Now Listening To : Morrissey-Bona Drag
Random Thought : I have a cell phone! And I'll abuse it if I want to.

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