Wedding Trip preamble

Even though the vacation isn’t anywhere near my original expectations, I’m still here in L.A. and doing stuff that deserves entries here on the blog. However, I’ve discovered that having someone else in the immediate vicinity (i.e., sharing a room with my parents) sucks all the creative juices out of my head and makes it almost impossible to… well, to be creative. If this paragraph is even mildly amusing, it’s because they’re asleep in bed while I’m typing at the desk. Anyway, I’ll try to keep notes here and there and provide a full day-by-day report when I get back home. If I get home. Remember, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

(Speaking of which, I hope that won’t be the case for my friend who’s getting married. I hope she and her soon-to-be husband will spend many happy years together outside of the Nevada state line. But the Elvis preacher should probably stay where he is.)

Vacation plans shot to hell

I have a friend who’s getting married in Las Vegas on April 3rd. My parents and I had considered buying me a round-trip ticket that’d fly me in and out the same day. However, they were heading out a couple days early and overshooting the final destination: Los Angeles on March 30th. They could cruise around, visit some friends and family, then use a rental car to make the four-hour drive up to Vegas.

“Hey, I know plenty of people in that area! I lived with a bunch of them locked in a big mansion for up to two weeks! I can hang out with them, spend a night on a couple couches, then meet up with my parents on the 2nd for driving to Vegas. What an awesome idea!” Or so it seemed at the time.

I first wrote to everyone about my trip a few weeks ago and got an immediate response from Lauren—she was flying out to Texas that weekend. “Well, there are still plenty of people who I can stay with for three nights.” It still seemed like a good idea until early this week.

I finally wrote an e-mail directly to the few people left on my official “wanna visit” list and got the worst possible responses. (They responded, so they weren’t dead, but what they had to say was still bad.) I already had a confirmation from Tyson (from Season 2), but something happened and he had to leave (but I was still welcome to stay with his roommates). Caitilin wrote to tell me that she’s heading to Cabo that weekend. Then Erika let me know that while she and Scarlet would love to hang out with me, they don’t have space for a living room, let alone a couch, so no spending the night at their place.

Now I have a rental car for a couple days with nowhere to go and nowhere to sleep. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I think I can stay in a hotel with my parents on the 30th since they’re visiting with my cousin who lives in the area. (They might have to sneak me in past management since I wasn’t on the reservation, but I’ve always been a bit of a rebel… a very small bit, mind you, but still a bit…) So that’s one night. I’ve chatted with someone from San Diego a couple times and if I gave her a ring, she might be willing to accommodate me for a couple days. Plus the car has a back seat that wouldn’t be long enough, but I betcha I could curl up and snooze for a few hours before my legs started cramping and I woke up screaming…

Still, I’m pissed! This was supposed to be an awesome trip and I’d be able to visit some friends who I haven’t seen since we taped the Aftermath! And everyone’s leaving! Crappity crap crap crap!!! And if the weather sucks, I think that’ll be a sign that God wants me to stay the hell away from that part of the country for the rest of my life. Unless I’m locked up with security cameras on me 24-7. I could always get arrested for slashing the tires on the rental car, given that I don’t have to drive anywhere anymore…

Spam can be funny

Once in a while, I get a “comment” from an online poker site or someone who thinks my penis could use a little extra *oomph*, but thankfully, this version of my blog sends me notices every time someone leaves a comment, so it’s a lot easier to weed that stuff out. (Back in the old days when I had to look for it myself… I’ve got approximately 200 entries in here and 6000+ comments, so it would have taken a while…)

Naturally, the comments are annoying and I want to get rid of them ASAP, but this one was kinda funny for a couple reasons. For starters, it snuck through as non-spam because the “person” who sent it was “Faqs About Your Home Owners Man”. Here’s what Faqs wrote:

“Super site! I also agree with the last few statements. I am reading through here and noticed that several other people do to. So it is not just me”

Notice that spam has really crappy grammar. Notice also that “several other people” leave comments (lemme tell ya, it’s taken several of you to leave more than 6000…). And as a final notice, the comment was left on this post. Yes, that’s right, Faqs totally agrees with what I said about getting my wallet stolen.

Now, because the person took my ID with the money and my credit card, I put a flag on my credit report. (The guy probably threw the remains of my wallet in the trash, but why take a chance given the possibility that he’ll go on a shopping spree that involves more than gas and pizza?) That’s one of various reasons why I won’t be buying a home in the near future, so if Faqs agrees with something I wrote that’s gonna make me avoid him… I’m guessing that he doesn’t like his job very much. But he thinks the site is super. Spam can be funny…

HISSSSSSS!!!

I’m spending the night at my older brother’s house and his family has a cat named Raz. (According to his wife, they’ve cut off certain of parts off him—claws, nuts, etc.—but apparently he can still take pleasure in licking himself.) Right now, it’s about 10:45 and I’m thinking about going to bed. But then I looked across the room and saw Raz… I’m not sure I want to sleep anymore.

He was lying on his side with his head twisted so his mouth was up in the air. As gravity took hold of his jowls, they drooped down, giving him a wicked semblance of a snarl. Also, with the angle of the light, it looked like his eyes were glazed over and completely black. In essence, he took on the appearance of Satan as a feline. Except for the licking himself part.

Now, I’ve slept over here before. I’ve experienced the hazards that spending a night on the couch can bring, which is primarily comprised of Raz jumping on me just as I’m drifting off to sleep. As a general rule, I don’t like getting pounced on, but when it comes to Raz, it’s not a question of whether he’ll pounce—it’s how many times he’ll do it. If he’s the devil tonight… all I ask is that you pray for my soul. And any other part of my body he might be aiming for when he’s airborne.

S2, Finale: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

At the beginning of the episode, they showed everyone in a room by themselves. It’s a big mansion from the outside, but trust me, it gets a lot bigger when you’re running out of housemates.

Out of all the activities everyone liked, Josh surprised me the most. He doesn’t seem like an outdoorsy person, but it looks like he would have had an easy time reeling in the dead fish last season. Joe playing chess, Brittany going ice skating, Cher making sushi… pretty cool stuff, but it pales in comparison to fly fishing.

Hey, Cher! The cute biting-the-tongue act was mine! Copycat!

Yay! Josh finally got into the hot tub and roasted his nuts! There may not have been eight beautiful women around at the time, but dammit, that’s progress!

I have to admit, if you ignore the fact that the final elimination took about half the episode, I liked it more this time. It wasn’t thinking of cold, hard facts about their partners—it was thinking like their partners.

Cher has become a lot more huggy in the last few weeks, hasn’t she? In his final interview, Josh was talking about puking out all his internal organs because the beautiful girls made him so nervous. Just imagine how he (and his stomach) would have reacted two months ago if Cher had been constantly draped over him when he answered questions correctly.

And along those lines, try to imagine him talking about the size of Wes’s penis during the first episode. In his own words, “BLEEEAAARRRRGH!!!!

Now that I think about it, maybe Josh and I are more alike than I thought. Sure, Karl is on the verge of being my twin brother, but Josh and I grew up around lakes, we like to spend time in the outdoors, we both barfed during the course of the show… we’re almost the same person! I’m taller and heavier, but besides that, we’re the same!

The last commercial break was really obnoxious. “Josh needs this answer to force a tie-breaker… let’s see if he gets it after this.” Hmmm… the clock says there’s ten minutes left in the show—I wonder if he’ll screw up and they’ll show a bunch of flashbacks again…

Here’s an e-tissue for Joe: he was a cool guy and I can’t say I blame him for being so emotional. That’s not to say I would have been that choked up if I’d lost the final elimination, but I understand how he could feel that way. (If you haven’t been sitting in an interview chair for the last time, don’t judge—saying goodbye to the whole experience is a lot more overwhelming than you’d think.)