from the time they landed…up until the very last second til they got on the plane. And i do mean that literally. Jack made
sure we had plenty to drink right before she left. Thanks jack. Don’t know what i’d do without you.
I’ve tried to
figure out how i was gonna write this journal about ten times now. And i still don’t know how to make it flow. So much
happen…that i don’t know where to start or end or how to break it into sections. So i decided since i’m visual…i’ll just
have to break down the events. Here we go.
go out. She gets to meet Dom for the first time…and she definately lived up
to the stories that she had heard from guav and me. I vaguley remember this cause it seemed like so long ago…but we met them
at Thee Parkside to see one of dom’s friend’s band. But we got pretty drunk and ended up playing ping pong wars. Mexico
defeated Australia…Philipines defeated Taiwan…and China/Native America defeated…ummm…nobody cause i don’t she played.
But yeah…there was a ping pong table in the back..so instead of listening to bands…we stayed back there…drank and played
the pong. That is until the arm wrestling started. Beau and i started it off…and it was a good match. He may be anorexic but
he’s pretty strong. But i still ended up beating him. Then Alex took his turn at me…and my excuse for losing is that i
already had one match…but yeah…i lost. damn you alex!
So…we leave the parkside…and end up at delerium. Dom’s
exact words to me were “Ray…it has a pool table…so shut up!” and as most of you know…if there’s a pool table i’m happy.
And have been known to whoop some ass on the felt. But tonight…it was me and bea. We teamed up after a few shots of
jager…and few vodka redbulls….and proceeded to whoop everyone’s ass that challenged us. Bea’s pretty damn good. But at
one point…we went back to singles…and bea kept whooping up on people. One game…she had to go the bathroom…and the guy
she was playing was getting anxious. so i told him…you can wait for her…or you can play me…he said i’ll play you. So i
broke…and made everyball but the 8. He made one ball…and that was all she wrote for him.
After pool…was we’re so
drunk we’re gonna go dance to classic rock in the back. So that’s what we did…we danced our ass off to ac/dc and skynard.
It was definately a good start to the week. Next page
down to mine and beau’s usual morning stop. The Red Door Cafe for breakfast. And after breakfast we begin our journey. The
journey to drive from san francisco to l.a. and then to play a show when we get there. So Darius…bea’s friend who booked the
cali shows…picks us up around 10 and it begins. And by it…i mean 6 hours of what looked like country ass west…or east for
that matter…texas. It was a pretty long drive…and especially after being in hawaii for the last year…and being able to
drive around the island in like 3 hours…a 6 hour drive was pretty bad. The way there bea slept as you can see above. But she
looked so cute doing it…so i let her get away with it.
So we arrive and check into the embassy suites…which was really
nice by the way. Thanks Darius. We shower up…get ready for the show…and then head to dinner. Bea was feelin chinese…so
the guy at the desk told us about a place down the street. So we check it out…it looked pretty stank…from the outside…but
ended up being really damn good. Eggs with Crab…who would have known. The chinese i guess.
We pull up to the show about an
hour later and are soon very confused. First…we walked around like idiots trying to find the door. Then once that was finally
located…we were stopped…cause there was a comedy show going on. We looked at each other like…wtf? But bea was still to go
on after it was over so…we chilled outside and waited for it to end. Once we got in there and she started playing…it turned
out to be fucking amazing. The venue was cool…like a red dark jazz bar. The crowd ended up getting a nice size…and were
cheering nicely for her…and even screamed for an encore…which as i wrote before…i got to play with her…which made me
happy as can be.
So after the show…we go out with my friend lauren from texas…to sunset blvd. that’s right sucka. I
don’t know why i got excited saying that…but i did so get over it. So yeah…we had some more drinks…played some
darts…then called it a night. Back to da hotel…and i crashed instantly. Next morning…was nothing but driving…but…this
time i got my revenge. And i got in the back…and slept about 75% of the way 🙂 apparently i was snoring…but…i don’t
care. that just means somehow…curled up in a ball in the back of a lil car…i was comfortable. So we made it back home…in
one piece and one show down…and two to go. Next page
days left until Jack Mothafuckin Dogg showed up…so i think without noticing we all took a break…and rested up…for the
arrival. Cause we knew…once she arrived…we would here those unforgettable words that jack has made her motto “WE NEED
SHOTS!” And since i had to work…bea took this time to remember how we lived in ny when me and chris were there. Stay in
your panties…watch tv all day…and not do anything productive. And that’s why we all got along so well…cause that’s what
we all do so well. Especially the me in panties thing.
So on the 24th…JackMFDogg arrives at the door. i hadn’t seen
jack since december…and i was blown away at how she looked. She looked amazing. Like a totally new person. Not like she
wasn’t beautiful before…but…damn. Volleyball and Florida have done her good. 🙂 So that night…is bea’s first san fran
show at Brainwash. Now…picture this if you will. 80 filipinos in a very small cafe…digital camera’s…video cameras….it
was nuts. I mean when we first got there…we were like…are you sure you’re playing here…there’s not even a stage. it was
more like a step…with carpet on it. But to our surprise…this show turned out to be amazing. There were people that didn’t
get enough in l.a. and ended up driving up to see some more of her. Jack was selling bea’s cds like they were plates of adobe.
And as you can see bea was too busy signing autographs to even look up for the picture. But she did well on cd sales…and had a
awesome crowd…and played an awesome show.
Here’s where i felt bad. Remember the ton of filipinos that were
there…well…the next act was a guy from scotland…who may have been good…but no one stuck around to see. it was said…the
place went from packed…to just the scotish guy’s friends sitting at a table…in the blink of an eye. So after we leave
brainwash…we head to hemlock. This pub punk bar down the street from my house. We have a few pitchers of beer…play some
pool…and all is well. it was a pretty tame night actually. Now that i think back. So again…Next page
street so when we walked in i was very impressed. The venue was nice. Modern couches and leather ottomans all over to sit
on…nice size stage…and a cute bartender…which is always nice. So the show was suppose to be at 8…but soon was bumped to
9:30. it was pretty empty when we walked in…so we thought that would be a lot better anyway. But around 9:30…there had to
be well over 200 people in this bar. It was nuts. You could barely here bea sing. And you could tell she was nervous. But
even with all of that. There were still a lot of people there just to see her…that were around the stage. So she faught the
crowd and still came out on top. Even though it was loud as hell…it was still a cool show.
So after she’s done…i pay
my tab…which i have to say was almost a new record for me…and i’ve been known to spend some money at a bar with friends.
But yeah…after that…we all headed back to my house for the after party. it was a good time i think…lots of wine was
consumed so in my book…that’s a good party. Actually me and bea crashed pretty early that night…and left everyone else to
party in the living room. So who knows what went on. Next Page
cleanse kinda way…but in a…i looked like a douche bag all day…kind of way. We were in a hurry…so there was no shower
involved…and i don’t have any hats anymore…so the first thing i saw was one of alicia’s head bands. So there i
am…wearing a headband…and jackie’s jlo glasses…so yeah…i looked retarded…and we went shopping downtown like that. It
was a fun day…but we got pretty tired of shopping quickly. We did run into the coolest looking homeless dude ever though. he
on…with crazy zulu scarf wrapps around him…pants…crazy socks…and nice brown dress boots. oh and some jlo glasses of his
own. bea and jack got a picture with him…and jack later told me that he stunk like a butt hole on the 7th day of burning man.
So a nice little chill shopping day…but this was the day of bea’s birth…so there was more to come.
reservations at BluPointe for dinner. Which was the best call he’s ever made…because…not only was the food amazing…but
our waitress was the most beautiful female i’d ever seen. Nikki was her name…and fish was her game. We had an awesome
dinner…and to top it off some awesome desert. So good job
beau…australian’s can do some things right.
limo…which for some reason became the norm for that night. This limo took as back home to freshen up before the party began.
Next we head to northbeach where we’re meeting dom. We stop at the Sake Lab…and they give us shit and won’t let us in the
real section of the bar. So we said fuck this…and headed across the street to Fuse. We start that part off with one of
jackie’s famous shots…and that was the beginning of the celebration. After that was beau dancing all night…which i had
never seen before…Jackie getting hit on by frat guys…taylor (my friend from hawaii) setting everything on fire as she sat in
the booth…and bea making her way through all of these things one after another. Me…i drank a bit…danced a bit…and had a
great time. I remember us going to a peepshow place after we left fuse…but got kicked out by some rude ass guy…cause we were
just hanging out and not really interested in renting a porn booth. So we left there…and low and behold…there’s another
limo just waiting for us. So we get in and take it back to my house…and chill til we all pass out.
The next day went
We did the tourist thing cause it was a really nice day outside. So we went to Pier 39…which is…as you could have
guessed….a pier. But there’s lots of little shops and restaurants…and nick nacks and all that jazz. One of the stores we
went to…was a crazy hat store that had every kind of hat you could think of. Jackie ended up buying this crazy pimp purple one
for Myah. But since Myah wasn’t getting it for a couple of days…we made the best of it’s time. Jackie soon made up a
game…where we all had to be wearing the hat…and then ask some random person to trade hats with us…and let us take a
picture. We did pretty well too…we went around one full time without one rejection…but after the 4th time…it was rejection
city…so that game got ended. But it was freaking halarious….here’s a set of photos from it. Purple Hat Game
So the next morning…it was time for bea to
leave us and head back to her hubby…who i know for a fact has been missing her more than you could imagine. So we got up…and
bea packed…and instantly…my room was clean again…funny how that happens huh bea? But we got her a cab…gave hugs…and
then a sudden sadness sunk in as she went away. Don’t know if i’ve written about this but…i lost bea for about 3
years…I’ll explain later…but…she was gone…and know she’s back in my life…and I don’t want to lose her again. So it
was tough to see her go.
But we still had JackDawg. And jack…refused to let us waste any SF time with sadness. I had to
work…but after work…we all went and had sushi. And on the walk back from sushi…jack decided that we hadn’t drank
enough…so we stopped at this skank old guy bar on my street…strangely called Hanauma Bay (which is a snorkeling bay on oahu
where i used to live). Jackie ordered us all a shot…which of course the bartender had no idea what that was. But lucky for
us…jack knew exactly what was in it. This kinda became the theme for this night. Cause after we left there…we went to my
normal bar…the Nob Hill Tavern…and there was a bartender there that had no idea what we were ordering…or how to make
anything we asked for. At one point beau picked a shot from a shot list that had the ingredients listed on it…and instead of
giving us a shot…she gave us tall glasses filled with the shot. Which normally would be a good deal…cause we got a lot to
drink…but not when jack is actually making you down the damn thing. So needless to say…we drank up until the last possible
second…before we had to get jack to the airport. Jack ended up getting there 15 minutes before her flight left…and is now at
home celebrating her birthday with her family and ft meyers peeps. happy birfday jack. I love ya.
So now…here i am.
EXHAUSTED. I can’t remember the last time i was this tired. But i got time to rest up til christmas when i go back home to do
this all over again. So hope you enjoyed the longest journal i’ve ever written…i’m out…i’m going to bed.