Tour diaries: 04/25

LA sucks. I really hate EVERYTHING about it. The people are not friendly and the traffic is a nightmare.

I got to LA at about noon time and rented a car. I decided that before I went to my hotel, I should drive to the club where Jet was playing to find it and to avoid getting lost later that night.

3 H-O-U-R-S later, I finally got to my hotel. Hotel. HMPH. there aren't many rules about hotels these days. I stupidly picked the cheapest hotel and didn't bother to read any of the reviews. This little GEM got 1/2 a mo fo star. 1/2 a star. I think as long as the doors lock you get 1/2 a star. I believe that MY NAME IS EARL is based on this dive.

After I checked in, I had to haul all my shit up to my room.. (A flight of stairs.. no elevator).. All my shit was not light.. I nearly died. hmph

I started to freak out because I was running super late and I had no time to relax. I jumped in the shower and started to get ready. The AC wasnt working, so I was getting all dewey and I was starting to get sweaty boobs.. HMPH. I wanted to leave at 545, because the ticket said the show was at 8p, and the doors usually open an hour before the show.. There was major traffic and again, LA people suck. I finally made it to the venue.. and parked my car.. I spied the line and jumped in it.. (4 people long) Some of the people I had recognized from shows I had attended in LA .. I tried to be friendly, but the mo fo's were dicks. DICKS..

Picture it, I am sitting ON THE GROUND, all dewey.. in a pissed off mood.. and I suddenly realize that the doors won't open until 8pm. HMPH.. shit. shit. shit. So, I sit and wait.. and wait.. and damn the LA suckey people.

Finally, they let us in to the club.. and angels started singing.. I realized that the club is TINY.. and I snag a spot right in front of the stage.. I would say less then 5 feet from Nic's microphone.. I get all tingley and all the suckey people drift away.

Jet comes out at 10 and I get SO happy. SO SO SO happy. Nic favors the side I am on and stands up on the amp in front of me.. (see photo.. my view) I actually have to move back to make room for him.. He tends to shake his sweaty head during songs.. and I can feel his sweat hit me.. At one point, I touch his kewl suede boots.. I am feeling naughty .. I notice a girl next to me.. a white girl is "dancing" and it looks like she is having a seizure.. I really hope I don't look like this.. Because I am so close, I am super consumed with how I look .. dancing and stuff.. I dont want to look like a dork.. I got no liquor in me.. but I am totally intoxicated by my sweaty Nic. LOVE LOVE LOVE his hot little body.. (His thigh is as big as my arm :( )

I know that at the end of the last song, Nic will inevitably grab for his beer. Knowing this, I watch it.. and just as he grabs for it.. I grab for it too.. he shakes his finger and scolds me.. we have this weird moment.. Personally I think I was a BAD GIRL.. and need a spanking.. This get s me excited because I get to do it all over again at the same club the next day.

On the way out I picked up the Virgins (opening act) CD. I like them. they are funny and quirky..

As I am walking to my car, I see a homeless man laying on the spot that I was once siting.. in the line before the show.. His pants are down to his knees .. and he is shitting. right there on the street. I can't beleive it.. ONLY in LA.