This weekend was ultra fun. Here are some things that happened: we went to the Hotel Figueroa downtown with swimming suits under our clothes and spent about 3 hours playing in the jacuzzi and drinking gin and tonics as the sun set. Matt and Katrina showed up which was fun because they are extra great. The next morning I cooked Olga a special breakfast courtesy of Maria Jenny and Simone who are my pet chickens and later on we went to a fantastical Mexican Swap Meet on Alameda in South Central where we all bought socks and ate a bunch of horrifying food. Then I met my maniacal friend Martin and we went to the opening party for a new restaurant in Beverly Hills featuring epicurean trailer-park food where Devo was playing. Well they only played four songs but it was pretty fun anyway, they’re all like a million years old now. Then we zoomed back downtown to see a deranged African band playing outdoors in front of a fountain and everyone was dancing, and then we ended up at a hotel bar with these weird friends of Martins, and for some reason a whole country of beautiful Mexican actresses was sitting with us but I had ants in my pants or maybe schnauzers in my trousers because all I wanted was to be with Olga so I called her up and she rescued me. And then today she cooked breakfast and we went to a lecture at some museum about the Rural Design Studio, and we picked up my motorcycle which was in Santa Monica for some reason and went to an art opening of some kind in Chinatown and practically every single person we saw wanted to talk to her because it turns out she’s the most popular person in the world. Then we parted and I met Jen and we sat on an embankment with a view of South Pasadena framing the 110 freeway below, and we had a long conversation. I guess she isn’t the one after all.
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