Fourth Day

Saturday

1. sarah, kim and i went to venice to go to the beach. before we trekked out, we went by the infamous roscoe’s chicken and waffles and all three of us had the carol c. special which consists of, chicken and waffles. specifically one breast and one waffle. we also each had a biscuit, sarah and i sweet tea, kim, a coffee. delicious but not completely finished.

2. the beach was nice. we arrived and i bought some sunglasses. aviators. 8 bucks. the water was cold. every place i travel, no matter how short or where it is i always bring my trunks, because in november of the fifth grade we went to gulf shores for a Baha’i teaching project, and as gulf shores is a beach, i packed a swimsuit which my mother promptly removed from my bag, as it was november. however the hotel we were a had an indoor swimming pool. the first or second night of the weekend, i watched all these other youth swimming happily while i dangled my feet in the water, until i thought forget this, and jumped in to swim wearing my jeans. on sunday morning, i was by the pool keeping company with scott simmons and someone else who were playing in the pool with a volleyball. i bent over the grab the ball and throw it to them and fell in my only other pair of pants were the jeans i had already swum in and were far from dry. i showed up in the doorway of my sister’s hotel room drenched and miserable: “I fell in the pool.” luckily she had a pair of sweatpants i borrowed. thanks shoke. ever since then i have always packed a swimsuit. for some reason, though being away for 6 weeks, i didn’t bring mine this trip. i think because i don’t like them and am hoping to get some new ones on the road. regardless i forgot i was going to be in los angeles and thus the beach. so in my red dickies shorts i wandered into the water with sarah while kim sunbathed.

3. the water was cold. the waves big. it took awhile to finally walk in but it was nice. i’m glad sarah was there. there was a lot of kelp in the water. back on dry land, she kept trying to capture the waves breaking on the rocks with her polaroid, but couldn’t get a shot to her liking, much to her chagrin and my amusement.

4. when we left the sand, we walked a little amongst the sights. there was a group of roller skaters doing choreographed dance moves on wheels, like roller electric slide. then this one cocky guy came up, kept doing ice skating moves on rollerskates, saying “get your cameras ready,” then would spin in circles or one leg up an dover his head or glide down to a split, put his head on the ground then lift himself up from the back of his shirt.

5. we had shaved ice: two tiger blood’s and one mango.

6. that evening another friend from college, courtney “hellcat” came out with us, and the four of us got a pizza and some cupcakes that sarah made and went to this cemetery that projects movies on a wall and watched the exorcist. it was pretty cool except for this one guy who kept heckling via his loud belching. boy did he have some great material. killer. also the flick is a little anti climactic.

7. after that w went and met kim’s friend david briefly at the is bar called the drawing room. david’s a filmmaker who made the films george washington, all the real girls, the undertow, and most recently he’s been working on the pineapple express with seth rogen and james franco, and he also directed the truth commercial i was in, while back in nyc. he and kim became friends back when he was in savannah filming the undertow, and this was when he was slated to make confederacy of dunces, so i gave kim books, cds, and headshots of mine, in hopes that i could do anything associated with that flick. didn’t get to do that but i did get contacted a month or so later to be in the truth spot and boy was that a blessing filled with residuals that allowed me to get my first computer and live in portland without starving when i had no job. i hadn’t seen david since then, which was four years ago, so it was good to see him. i really respect his work and he’s also a pretty cool guy. he’s in new orleans now, so if i get to be home at the holidays, i may see him.

8. after this, home, an episode of american life, and sleep.