PB Block Party 2004 offered further and probably unnecessary support to Pacific Beach’s claim as capitol of:

• flame and star tattoos
• short trimmed goattees
• wife beaters
• bud light, MGD, tapped kegs, and 40′s in paper bags
• lip gloss
• beach cruisers
• sublime cover bands
• rainbow flip flops
• ray ban sunglasses
• hair gel
• reggae-punk stoners
• camel lights
• the mini skirt

And as you can see from the previous post, there were plenty of mini skirts.

After Friday night’s requisite monthly menstruative argument, I woke up Saturday feeling a little weary and undercaffeinated. Laura had to be at work by 9 which gave me a relaxing and much needed morning of solitude.

I finished reading Mike Davis’ Ecology of Fear and was so impressed by the book that I came back home from the beach to find out more about its author. After learning that Davis was a once active Communist Party member, has been arrested repeatedly for mostly politically motivated aggresions (including the aggrevated assualt of a teamster truck driver who tried to run over a picket line), and dropped out of UCLA’s Ph.D. program, I found a new hero. I’m hoping to finish two more of his books before heading out to Thailand … a departure which is creeping up on me closer and closer.

Then I headed down to Block Party and cruised the strip with Raman, Willie, Odie, Revaz, and Cambra for a couple hours. Saw Common Sense and local folk rocker Steve Poltz before jetting out to make it to work by 4.

It was nice to have a day with the guys … even if it was only for a couple hours. This summer a lot of friends are finishing school, relocating, starting new jobs, going to grad school etc.

I’ve been putting in a lot of hours at work trying to save up some for the South East Asia trip and have fallen shamefully behind at emailing, but today will hopefully be a productive day.

El Moreno seems to be MIA. He gets lost easily and is often indistinguishable in the dark night. Let us pray he makes it back safely.