It's been an active day here at La Apartment Complex. To start things off, the morning witnessed unsuspecting vehicles being unceremoniously towed from the community lot scheduled for resealing and striping today. Doors were jimmied, Beemers were relocated, and insurance adjusters were called to assess the damage. But never let it be said that there's no such thing as "Southern (California) Hospitality": when the project was finished this evening, Western Towing returned the displaced vehicles to their original positions. It cracks me up. Heaven forbid that folks who couldn't read the "no parking" notices (they weren't ALL out of town) should have to find their cars!
The morning hours also saw a wee bit of rain. It was an amount so scarce it would be noted only as the "threat" of rain in Nashville, but enough here to be considered a full-out gully-washer. Considering, of course, that they don't really have "gullies" in these parts. In fact, they might be asking just what IS a "gully" anyway? Never mind. My point is this: there was just enough window-wetter to cause fear for the afternoon MCAS Miramar Air Show. Five minutes later, all was dry and the show was sure to go on. Although the show is free (and continuing all weekend), I did not visit the sure-to-be-packed grandstands. Instead, I could see the famous Blue Angels from the balcony of La Apartment, a view that had me channeling The Joker with my envious wish to have my brother's "marvelous toy" digital camera with the ultra-gazillion-mega zoom.
Tonight, Orrick will be headed to a local tavern with Dave to see Los Straitjackets (left) play, a belated birthday present from his long-time friend and bandmate. Kenny and I once saw these guys at the Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga and, though their sound is top-rate, I never did quite get over the quirky wrestling masks.The coming weekend is going to be a busy one, too. Tomorrow, after another potential non-Miramar viewing of the afternoon air show, Orrick and I will be attending a sort of street-fest merchants dealio in North Park, home of the new location of San Diego's old Costume Shop, and then, if we are home early enough, we may just catch glimpses of the Miramar Twilight Show. On Sunday, it seems, I'll be auditioning. Not for paid work this time, but for distraction -- and very likely, only an evening's distraction, as I am both too young and too old for the available roles. On Monday, we'll attend a staged reading in which our friend renee (who has chosen to put an e. e. cummings spin on her name exactly the way Cummings himself did not) will be performing.
Happy surfing until Monday!
1 comment:
The wrestling masks are what makes LS great! How much better does it get than a bunch of guys from Nashville, wearing Mexican wrestling masks, playing California surf tunes?
I envy you having gotten to see them. I've managed to miss them every time they've played here. I own 4 of their albums and plan to get the rest in one of my e-music download sets. Great stuff.
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