Boy oh boy, another weekend for the books.. Took it easy on Friday after a blitz of a week left me without the energy to make it out or down to Comic Con for one night of debauchery with inebriated geeks of all shapes and sizes. Been hitting the town a bit more lately during the week, as I said before, bigger things are afoot for your intrepid narrator.
So besides being tired from the late nights preceding, I did end up making a pretty good night out of it, even f it was just chilling at the Crack House. Caught up on some of the show I’ve missed during the week and stumbled across what could be the greatest show in the history of the medium.. ROCK OF LOVE!
Words cannot do this show any justice. The only way to properly review this show would be to take a camera into a strip club and have unprotected sex with 2 strippers then go register to vote. If I have the means to tivo this show, I cannot recommend it hard enough. Bret Michaels might be the Orson Welles or Gahndi or even ALF of our generation all wrapped up in one short little Jersey-cow-duster-wearing rocker.
I also brought home some screeners for CALIFORNICATION premiere–Looks great. Has potential–and the first two episodes of 3rd season of WEEDS–same great show.. great stuff. And then close out my “tired” night in at around 4am watching BIG BROTHER AFTER DARK. How can you go wrong with that?
Saturday night was crazy! A fast paced night of social obligations and good old fashioned idiocy.. Started out at O’Brien’s in Venice for a buddy’s surprise birthday. Few Guiness’ and couple of shots of Jager and we’re off..

To the Foundation Room at the House Of Blues for a buddy’s going away party. Great time.. Good Peeps and free tickets to see Lee “Scratch” Perry. Apparently he’s a legend in the reggae/dub world, but he looked more like Snoop Dogg’s retarded Uncle Fisty who just kept yelling “Pussy” onstage. My deep disdain for most things reggae solidified, and the wonderful irony that I was witnessing a seminal show, probably one of his last, for free and totally not giving a shit about it was really a glorious feeling. Couple Jameson Rocks, a new drink I’m trying on, and we’re off to round three..
To Circus. A club, that back in my heyday early drug-addled twenties, you could of found me frequenting. Tonight it was Superstar DJ Keoki spinning and one of my friends/ex-girlfriends GoGo dancing/Hoola Hooping for him. We hit the dance floor like a bunch of kids and tore it up old school. Even with my broken hand and unmedicated status, I was able to find my old rhythms.. although I didn’t have nearly the stamina I once had out there. What was once hours is now minutes, but what can you say? I’m a bit older and out of practice. Got compliments from some ladies, probably sweated out 5 pounds, and got to let loose for an hour or so like I haven’t done in awhile. GT’s indeed.

Took it easy yesterday watching the Sunday Stoner Cinema of ENTOURAGE, FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS & BIG BROTHER and got as much sleep as I could trying to mask the excitement for Wednesday when Laz and I leave for 5 days in Chicago! Sweet Chicken, am I excited!!
Cubs Game! Lollapalooza! Daft Punk! Muse! Pearl Jam! 150 or so other bands!!
Oh well.. will be quiet round here for a bit, but I haven’t given you all a proper drunk story in a bit so I thought I’d drop a quick one before I jet for the weekend. If anyone will be in Chicago for Lolla, email me. Maybe we can all meet up for a drink or a shroom or something.. Hehe.
As Always, Mahalo,
Lou

[Read Laz's past Comic Con Adventures: 2005 LiveBlog & Wrap Up.. 2006 Post.. Also check out 2005 Wizard Comic Con in Chicago.. Enjoy]
Jul 25, 2007 1:32 PM – Sup fuckos. So it is July and that means 2 things, I have watched approximatly 48 Cubs games so far, and it is Comic Con time. Being the Jet Set, Rock and Roll, Party time movie/comic executive that I am, this is my Mardi Gras Super Bowl. I go pretty much 24/7 for 5 days and then check into super hero rehab. It is kind of like regular rehab except you have to share a smoke with The Green Arrow instead of Lindsay Lohan. I smoke, I drink, I fuck girls dress liked wookies and try not to lose my shit too bad when I see Peter Mayhew in the hotel elevator. Like the French would say, “It is la shit.”
So my goal… get as fucked up as possible at the 2007 Comic Con and live blog that shit for you fuck tards. The brass ring would have to be to make a bigger dunken ass out of myself then I did last year. Impossible you say? I aim for the stars, bitches.
This is Lazlo saying, Excelsor biotch.
Jul 25, 2007 4:50 PM – So I get to my residence for the next five days and I find myself at the Marriott Marenia. This place is swank. It must be where rockstars stay when they come to Comic Con. I take a quick shit and hit the gym.
Now I know what you are saying, “Is Lazlo turning into a health nut? Will he trading brats in for sprouts?” And the answer to that questions is: What is a sprout? I work out because I found out if you do you get drunk quicker. I do not drink any less, but I shit myself half the time. I shower up and smoke a bowl and I am on my way. I grab a quick double Jack & Coke at the lobby Irish bar and I am off to grab my pass for pre view night.
July 26, 2007 12:35 PM – So, a lot has transpired in the last 20 hours including what can only be described as a good old-fashioned blackout. Somewhere around 7 last night I started to get a massive headache. I battled it the only way I know how…whiskey and weed. But no amount of THC or distilled rye could take this puppy down. Worse yet, I was about 5 bowls and 10 drinks in and I could not catch a buzz. This headache was acting as a drunk inhibitor and I was pissed. On the way out for the night I grab about 10 Tylenols off a friend and went on my way. About 4 shots and 4 beers later the Tylenol kicked in and the headache went away letting all of the booze hit me at once. The last thought I remember having was, “Oh shit, I forgot to eat today.” I woke up at six AM, asleep in a chair in the lobby of my hotel with a 50 dollar cab receipt in my pocket.
I slowly made my way down to the floor this morning to meet up with friends and I am now going to a bar to eat. Ain’t gonna make that mistake twice. Ok I will but not today.