Weekend in Brief 1 & 2

Feb 17-19 Joined 20+ buddies for a San Diego fest of rowdy dining at the Yard House and high class clubbing at Stingaree. Congratulations to Alex on being alive for a quarter of a century.

Feb 24-26 Partied it hearty in deep O.C. on Friday and uncovered a vein of hope. There really is something to do around these parts! Nightlife abounds in the corner pocket. Then hit up L.A. the next day for an adventure in dance theater.

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Good times will always be had, only the faces change. Living with Brandon for the past year and a half, we finally had the opportunity to hang out for the first time this weekend. Here’s to the bacchanalia that went down at Atlanta Lounge, busting moves to classic hip-hop; hats off to the truck stop diner at 3 AM on a lonely stretch of Pacific Coast Highway. Endless ocean fog all around.

And another glass of wine and beer, the rallying of the horde (Jennifer, James, Diane, Jimmy, Lori) on Saturday to our nearest cultural hubbub, the City of Los Angeles, for Alvin Ailey Dance Theater at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. Starstruck by fine dancers leaping with animalistic grace, defying both Earth and the human race. Such a strange mix of Southern hymns, house, and poetry.

6 thoughts on “Weekend in Brief 1 & 2

  1. As progressive as things are, I still feel a tinge of sadness thinking about all the people that’s stepped out of my life. Maybe it’s selfishness, but I have a hard time letting go, at least mentally.

    Let me know when the next good time comes around, I’ll try to keep some of the faces same.

  2. As progressive as things are, I still feel a tinge of sadness thinking about all the people that’s stepped out of my life. Maybe it’s selfishness, but I have a hard time letting go, at least mentally.

    Let me know when the next good time comes around, I’ll try to keep some of the faces same.

  3. Yeah I hear ya, faces come and go, as do moments come and go with time. We naturally hold on to what Is, even when it turns to what Was. The moments we have experienced turn into memories the second they pass, that is the reality of our existence. But nothing is ever lost, it is instead integrated into our existence.

    What I have learned along the way and is attempting to adopt on a daily basis (high maintenance it is) is to maintain a perspective that life is dynamic and ever so changing and we as beings are evolving progressively with experience to experience. So as I look back at my memories, the joy, the pain, the sorrow, I cherish, I feel, I find a direction that I look forward in moments to come to live.

  4. Yeah I hear ya, faces come and go, as do moments come and go with time. We naturally hold on to what Is, even when it turns to what Was. The moments we have experienced turn into memories the second they pass, that is the reality of our existence. But nothing is ever lost, it is instead integrated into our existence.

    What I have learned along the way and is attempting to adopt on a daily basis (high maintenance it is) is to maintain a perspective that life is dynamic and ever so changing and we as beings are evolving progressively with experience to experience. So as I look back at my memories, the joy, the pain, the sorrow, I cherish, I feel, I find a direction that I look forward in moments to come to live.

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