i had myself a full, crazy weekend, and i loved it. friday my roommate’s old friend came in from new york so we used that excuse to go out to dinner and drinking and came back to end up throwing a shopping cart from our fourth floor balcony. i think the funnier part was not the actual throw, but when spencer was pushing it into our lobby on the way up and at the inquiry of the two people already there waiting for the elevator he responded with arms raised, ‘what, i guess i’m not all rich like you.’

saturday my brother had a break from marine training so he was in LA to see his visiting girlfriend and i took them to see spider-man 2 and get some delicious dinner at doughboy’s. the movie was better than the first one and had more raimi-esque moments, which i approved of, as i did the second cameo of kirsten dunst’s nipples. funny how they keep finding excuses to have scenes in cold, wet situations. on a side note, how can my little brother be going to fight a war that’s supposedly over? that’s kind of fucked up.

yesterday i had the most excellent summer barbeque — i wish you could have been there. we drank beer from 4pm to 1am and rode a nice buzz the whole way through without overdoing it, and had perfectly done bratwurst and lots of other good food, and everyone had a great time and lots of laughs. the words, ‘this is the best fourth of july ever’ were shouted enthusiastically, after we busted out the water balloon slingshot, pegged some PT cruisers at the dealership across the street, and yelled at people from my balcony. after dark we went up to the roof and climbed on top of the elevator encasement to get an extra 10 feet up and watch fireworks all along the horizon, and yelled at more people on other rooftops and balconies. today in the elevator a sign from the landlord said people on the roof shouldn’t make so much noise and ‘if you know who the bad guys are, to let us know.’ i’m a bad guy now! but come on, there are explosions going on all over the city and it’s a national holiday, why are people getting pissy over a little patriotic hoopla? life’s too short not to make some noise and have some belligerent fun now and then.

we also decided at 12 to walk to a bar and drink a beer there just for a change of pace but molly malone’s only had about six people in it so there were no cute girls and it was just kinda creepy so we drank the guinness and called it a night.

then today we took advantage of a beautiful beach day. it was 75 and sunny and ideal, except another lack of cute girls at that particular beach in playa del rey. a perfect, relaxing and satisfying day off though. now i’m doing some laundry before bed but someone ahead of me won’t get their shit out of the drier even though it’s done and i’m just waiting. i hate when people do that.