[I was reminded of this story today and when I went back to read it realized it was One Year ago today that I originally posted it. It's a long one, but a pretty good one. Most of the pics are Thumbs, btw. Hope you enjoy.. Lou]
Saturday July 9, 2005 – 5:02am – I woke up to my cell phone ringing.. as I clumsily reach for it, it stops ringing.. I look to see who could be calling me at this ungodly hour. As I’m reading that it was Rex Box, the voicemail light flashes on. Now, this could only mean two things… he’s either gotten into the scotch or something much worse, and even though deep down I know it’s not a good idea to call him back, even deeper down I know it is. I check the message:
“Lou, it’s Rex… It is 5:03am. I have carload of booze and I am driving to Big Sur. I have no idea why, but that’s where I’m going. I’m on the 101, gimme a call if u wanna go, preferably in the next 12 min before I hit the PCH. After that, I’m gone and I’m going North, I’m goin’ North damn it and I could use a fuckin’ accomplice! But you know, whatever.. call me back ASAP!”
Now, the last time I spoke to him was around 10 or 11 as I was completely turning my back on Friday night and falling in and out of sleep on the couch. (Yes, I know I should’ve been out, but sometimes even I have to recharge). So, of course, here I am at 5 in the morning, I’ve been asleep like a punk for God knows how long and so I turn my phone off and go back to sleep, right? Yeah, right.
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Lazlo’s Birthday Party At The Strip Club: Too Bad He Wasn’t There
I feel bad about not mentioning Laz’s birthday yesterday. And by “feel bad” I mean I have a pretty nice hangover from the ridiculousness of last night. The night began at the Rainbow Bar & Grill, which if your not familiar, is a great Italian restaurant on Sunset that used to be the home for post parties from Led Zeppelin to Motley Crue because it’s right next to The Roxy and The Whisky A Go Go. It’s run by these wonderful two goombas from Chicago, Mike and Tony and I consider it a second home. It’s a must visit if your ever out in L.A. So, where was I? Oh yeah, about 8 or so of us guys are there eating, drinking and just basically being loud obnoxious fools. I decided that I would try to have a rainbow of drinks in honor of our choice of establishment. My drinks there went as follows:
Jack and Coke – Whiskey
Long Island Iced Tea – Vodka, Tequila, Rum, Gin, Triple Sec
White Russian – Vodka
Margarita – Tequila
There were these two beer girls walking around promoting some pilsner that’s name now escapes me. What does not however escape me is the name of one of the girls, Lisa, a cute little Asian girl that upon further inspection revealed that she used to be a dancer. (A strange coincidence of what would later come of this evening). I did my best, but to no avail, to get her to join the group once her job was complete. Oh well, I hate pilsner anyhow.
Lou’s Classics: On The Road With Rex Box In San Francisco
[Ed.Note: I realize this is long, and long overdue... FYI: Most of the pictures are just thumbs of larger ones. Hope you enjoy...Lou]
Saturday July 9, 2005 – 5:02am – I woke up to my cell phone ringing.. as I clumsily reach for it, it stops ringing.. I look to see who could be calling me at this ungodly hour. As I’m reading that it was Rex Box, the voicemail light flashes on. Now, this could only mean two things… he’s either gotten into the scotch or something much worse, and even though deep down I know it’s not a good idea to call him back, even deeper down I know it is. I check the message:
“Lou, it’s Rex… It is 5:03am. I have carload of booze and I am driving to Big Sur. I have no idea why, but that’s where I’m going. I’m on the 101, gimme a call if u wanna go, preferably in the next 12 min before I hit the PCH. After that, I’m gone and I’m going North, I’m goin’ North damn it and I could use a fuckin’ accomplice! But you know, whatever.. call me back ASAP!”
Now, the last time I spoke to him was around 10 or 11 as I was completely turning my back on Friday night and falling in and out of sleep on the couch. (Yes, I know I should’ve been out, but sometimes even I have to recharge). So, of course, here I am at 5 in the morning, I’ve been asleep like a punk for God knows how long and so I turn my phone off and go back to sleep, right? Yeah, right.
Lou’s Classics: On The Road With Joey In Tijuana
It was Summer, 1996. Joey and I had traveled across the country – driving my ’91 Chevy Camaro – straight through from Florida to California – with a brief 13 or so hours in New Orleans of course. As my father always said when speaking of the French Quarter, “I spent a week there one night.” And that is a story for a different day.
19 years old, him and I, with my 20th looming on the horizon, we hit the road and bounced from city to city, state to state, for a month, never staying in one place for more than a couple days. Too many stories to remember, but today… Today I’m here to tell the story of our first time in Tijuana, Mexico.
