Mime Slapping

The title is totally irrelevant but… totally hilarious.

Summer’s a Comin’.. and I can’t wait till I turn my most delicious shade of coco brown.

We’re still in that last bit of rainy weather with 80 degree days tossed in… which is awesome, except that I can’t fit into any of my real clothes- and have been refusing to buy maternity clothes. So ultimately, I end up looking a little clothing challenge and wishing the world was more excepting of random nudity, since quite frankly, that’s the most comfortable way to roll currently. Mainly I haven’t updated the wardrobe, cause I haven’t had much time to cruise around, shopping.. and well… maybe cause I don’t really have anything to wear to said shopping spree’s. haha.. getting dressed is a creative challenge lately, fun… but creative. My mom brought the sewing machine over for me, and we’re actually going to pick out patterns tonight. I’ve forgotten how to work one of those things, but desperately need a hobby, so bring it on. I wish I had something more exciting to say but … well… I’ve got nothing. We made it back from Panama City Beach on Monday night… it was hard as hell to leave the beach for an over populated, land locked city but you’s gots to do what’s you’s gots to do. We were scoping out PC as a possible “next destination” but scrapped that idea after seeing how the economy is pretty much nil down there. Outside of the places along the beach that thrive heavily on spring breakers and various bike weeks….. there isn’t much to do to bring in money. So we’re on to checking out the next place. I’m still down for Tampa.. well actually, working in Tampa and living in Clearwater/ St. Pete… but it’s taking some finesse to get the man on board. Hell.. I guess when you get down to it, if it’s got a possible job market and a fucking beach, lead me to it. Hmm.. I guess that’s it.. outside of the overwhelming urge to kick my boss in the shin, things are ok. Things have been quiet lately, mainly since I realized that outside of about 3 people in GA, most of my friends here were just drinking buddies. You’d be surprised how few people actually invite you to go do something, like a walk or a park or whatever it is that people do when they can’t tie one on. Not that I was a lush before.. well.. ok, maybe I was.. mama likes her whiskey (and apparently her vodka) so sue me… but with the obvious reasons as to why that’s not an option anymore…. I’m having a hard time finding interesting things to do that don’t involve me sitting at bar. Which, for the record, I miss. I’m just one of those people… I like the seedy nightlife, that’s why I was a great bartender. Well, more accurately, I liked to visit the seedy nightlife on my terms… then go home to my non-seedy-life haha.. but still I miss the option. Vacation was a bitch… since it was the first time I was in the carefree environment that normally would have called for beach time and cocktails…. followed by bloody marys the next morning…. but alas.. unless I want a kid with 9 heads… I had to play by the common sense rules. Oh well. Live and let live… without brain damage I guess haha… Oh back to the friend thing, I didn’t realize that when I moved here, that I didn’t really attempt to make solid friends, I mean, I had friends before I got here, my BFF’s, Alex and a few others, so that circle was fine, but I had a pretty large little crew eventually – that usually had my phone going beserk right around 2pm on Friday’s, wondering where the first destination was once the clock struck happy hour haha.. oh OF which.. it’s illegal in Atlanta to actually advertise happy hour.. or drink specials. So finding a place that offers $3 well drinks during the universal happy hour time…. is like playing russian roulette. You just pick a bar and hope it’s loaded. Anyway.. I know I’m sound like I’m bitching.. but I’m actually not, I know it’s not forever and I know it’s a good cause, and it’s made me rearrange my values quite a bit, so it’s all good stuff…. but just cause you’re rolling for two now, doesn’t mean that your brain changes. I still FEEL like the roller derby, bartending, muay thai mo-fo I was before… but now with a mini-me.. so it’s an adjustment that takes a little time. I kinda explain getting older that way too… people think that when you hit your late 20′s or 30′s, that your this old enigma… which is total bullshit. I forget constantly that I’m in my 30′s and if you ever met me, you’d totally understand why… I’m perpetually stuck in the 27 range just with a larger scope of life. I stand in line for tickets to harry potter on opening day (by myself, arguing with a 10 year old about various characters… I think the kids mom was a little weary of this random, tattoo’d chick with a clearly disturbing knowledge on the books) I collect comic books…. arcades are a wild highlight in my otherwise hum drum life, skipping rocks is one metric ton of fun to me, I fucking rule at video games, and am not above cheating in a basketball game… or air hockey. Anyway, my point to this was that just because the number of candles on your birthday cake increase… your brain is still the same it’s always been. They don’t magically pull you aside at your 30 birthday and give you the torch to being elderly. The only difference between me now and me at 23 is that I care less about what people think, am smarter with money and have a shit load of stories that begin with… I remember when dot dot dot <--- this is where you would insert something that involved a band, playing at some bar for like $5 or something along the lines of remembering when you couldn't buy punk at the mall... etc. Getting older is totally mentally freeing......which rules, the only shit part about it is that along with said freedom comes a different level of responsibility. At 23 my biggest worry was if I'd be able to get the night off from the bar, in order to make that show...... or if I'd be stuck working. Now... things aren't so simple, but that's life and it sucks but what can you do. Anyway.. I guess to sum that little tangent up, your age creeps up, but you're always going to the same idiot you were at 19, 25, and 30- just a little less stupid in certain topics and with a higher level of physical maintenance. I actually realized that this happens to everyone.. my Grandfather is having a helluva time, since mentally, he's still Mensa level intelligent, but physically he's working with an 86 year old body that can't keep up with his still agile and active brain. It's frustrating for him, to still feel like he's in his 40's but not being able to physically execute the things his brains telling him to do. If that makes sense?? It's a weird thing but if you think about... if you're 22 now, do you feel different then you did at 19. Not likely. Just a little wiser and now with legal hangovers. Just saying. Well... I guess that's it. I haven't been feeling zexy as of late... and besides... I'm going through a posting-random-headshots-with-sexy-pout-is-stupid-phase.... so how about a rebellious scooby-do flashback.

My grandfather is the one on the far right, and my uncle sal is the one on the far left. My grandfather said that when all the boys got together like that, people gave them a lot of space, since the whole crew was obviously Italian, and rolling in a pack.. so they most clearly had to be Mafioso. hahah

This is my grandparents at a beach in LA. That’s where they met. I have no clue who the hell that kid is. My grandmother was a model in the 50′s and at some point, worked at Earl Carroll’s in Hollywood. She worked there for quite a while, and I never actually thought to ask what made her stop working there. I think, most likely, it was my grandfather. When he realized she was the one, I’m guessing things changed a bit for her. She was pretty independent and pretty set with what she was doing. Modeling and working at Earl’s, she was living it up pretty large at the time.

Pretty Neat.

Speaking of Earl Carroll’s:

“Earl Carroll built his second famous theatre at 6230 Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, California that opened on December 26, 1938. As he had done at the New York theatre, over the doors of the entrance Carroll had emblazoned the words “Through these portals pass the most beautiful girls in the world.” An “entertainment palace,” the glamorous supper club-theatre offered shows on a massive stage with a 60-foot (18 m) wide double revolving turntable and staircase plus swings that could be lowered from the ceiling. The building’s facade was adorned by what at the time was one of Hollywood’s most famous landmarks: a 20-foot (6.1 m)-high neon head portrait of entertainer Beryl Wallace, one of Earl Carroll’s “most beautiful girls in the world,” who became his devoted companion.”

this is her… umm.. I’m thinking at some point in the 60′s… judging from the decor it might have been the latter part of the 60′s, since there looks like some tell tale signs of the 70′s creeping in.. but with still obvious flares of the 50′s.

This is her and me at some point (obviously) I don’t know how old I am here so I can’t really tell you how old she is, now can I.

and of course:

because everyone knows that being nekkid is the second greatest thing on earth. the first is listed at your discretion. My first place rotates depending on my mood.

The single greatest location you could ever find yourself in. Sitting in a sand puddle on a beach. The blondie is my cousin.

If i had a current photo, I’d share it but I don’t. So…. thanks for coming down memory lane with me.

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