A Night of Music

Eddie and I went to the street fair yesterday at Adams Street in North Park. The street fair was rather quaint and indie, populated by people who are into arts, mod designs, and basically the modern 60s style. There have been girls who looked like Enid from the movie Ghost World. There was an odd clown intruding random people, and kids skateboarding on the west side. There were four stages at the event- two rock and roll local bands performing on two separate stages, one band with a girl vocalist that sounded like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and one circus girl on the other stage. Eddie bought me a t-shirt and a print work from some local artist. The design was about a ballerina girl covered in tears.

After the event, Eddie and I went to the Starbucks in Hillcrest and walked over to the magazine store to see the new issue of the Bambini magazine. Then I dropped him off at his restaurant (for he is off to work), and I drove home (we drove the same car, the Ford truck this time.)

Eddie owns three cars- a Ford truck meant for the untidy things such as the dog, the beach, and also for loading and carrying things. A 1995 Dodge Viper which only has 19,000 miles, and a 2001 charcoal black Mercedez Benz. He used to own a GMC truck two years ago, and he gave it away to his brother who lives in Levittown, Pennsylvania. Eddie also bought me my car, a 2007 triple white Beetle, and also bought his daughter a sporty 2008 Mazda (I don't know which kind).

When I got home yesterday, I took Troopy to the beach, which was only a 5 minute drive from home. It was cold, almost sunset, and the mood, the atmosphere was sort of dreamy, as if it was a beach lost in the most remote and bleak region somewhere. It was a whimsical 30 minute walk.

I had dinner after, a leftover sandwich from Eddie's restaurant, then I watched Fashion Show to kill time. At 10:30pm, Abby, just getting off work, decided to come over at the house. He wanted to come with me to pick up Eddie at his restaurant, and go to some gay bar after.

We ended up going to Flicks. Eddie had three beers, while I had three shots of Jagermeister. Abby had two Jager shots, and a drink. We stayed for the underwear contest. The contestants were decent, mostly gay guys in their late 20s- all Caucasian, a scrawny one, a boyish one, a tattooed military one (my favorite), and an intellectual one. All four contestants had something to offer. We left right away after the contest, not even knowing who the winner was.

The ride back home was lunatic. Eddie was driving my car, and I put my head out of the window (Abby, too, at times) while listening to songs from Pink Floyd, Smashing Pumpkins, Fleetwood Mac, etc. At home, we listened to more music while under something, and we let ourselves sumberged into the melodious hymn of music. We went berserk some songs, closed our eyes in wonder at another song, danced on the other songs, and even cried on some. The emotions, many of them, we had invited to feel and grasp it beautifully, and to put it away in laughter. It was but a magical moment that lasted till 3am, when Eddie finally decided to retire for the night. Me and Abby played Mario Karts till 4:30am and we, too, had called it a night.