Life Kills: October 2005 Archives

I’m figuring out how the heck to make Textpattern my little bitch, and in the process I thought to myself “Hey, why don’t I try a new photo gallery script?”

God knows I don’t have enough headaches to deal with, I just love to add more. It’s What I Do.
So here goes. Now there’s two links to photo galleries. Two different packages. Granted, the look-and-feel is different because of the whole “I’m too farkin’ lazy to actually make a design for my own farkin’ site” thing. What I’m looking for here, basically, is feedback on the interface. How does the new gallery feel compared to the old?

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Your help with this is greatly appreciated. I’m just trying to make my corner of the web as comfortable as possible for all you people who care enough to visit. Freaks.

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So we finally make it out to Adrian’s famous place in the Plaza de Colon, a restaurant that I think may actually be called “Plaza de Colon”, or something so unbelievably similar that all I can think to call it is that.
And the burgers really were special. All things considered, a mighty satisfying burger. Nothing extravagant, nothing that would set off fireworks in your mouth or anything, but certainly above-average and, considering where I am, definitely spectacular. But wait, there’s more…
We got to play a sort of “trivial pursuit” while eating. Talk about a sweet idea. You get each table to write down the answers to a question that is called out to the restaurant, and the winner at the end of 10 rounds gets a free round of drinks or something equally cool.
I know what you’re thinking: they already do that with those cheesy electronic boards at places like BW3 and all that. Yeah, yeah, but it’s not the same. There’s really something about 5 or 6 tables competing while some dude with a british accent reads out the question and you’re eating a hamburger in Spain and chugging down beers that can’t be matched by some electronic device. It’s the old digital-versus-analog thing all over again.
Whatever the case, it was good fun. I like Spanish pubs.
A few bars and a few drinks later, Adrian fulfills the second of his crazy suggestions. We go to play bingo. Yep. Bingo.

Oh, but wait! I’m getting slightly ahead of myself. We went back to the castle and I bouldered that jive sucka with my Galileos on, got some sweet pics (look ‘em up), and even fell on my ass from about 15 feet up (it hurt. A lot.)
Then we went to play bingo. Like any form of gambling, I can see why it’s addicting. I’ll freely admit, though, that it’s not a bad way to spend an hour while drinking and winding down the evening. Maybe not every night, but once in a while, kinda cool.
Tell you what, though. Adrian must get really bored here during the winters to come up with that kind of creative solution to an evening’s events… hah.

Saturday night was intense. Everyone who was there knows what I mean.

First we went to see Brazilian Girls… it’s a funky kind of deep house music, check it out if you get a chance. Totally worth it, and a great show. The lead singer is freakin’ hot. Check out the pictures of the Brazilian Girls show.

Nat, Jolenny, and Travis crammed themselves into my little Audi TT, which is unbelievably impressive, and we headed south to Pawnshop. Milled around there for a while looking for the gang, and ran into Short Bus (John), Andrew, and Mike, who led me to the rest of the group (which included a bunch of hot chicks I didn’t know). I grabbed my own hot grrlz and brought ‘em in, and then things got hectic.

Harry let me know that they had just met Keith Richards, which was a little odd, but when I turned around, there was a guy squatting in the corner that looked awfully, awfully familiar. Craziest thing, he really looked like Keith Richards. So I decided to verify his identity for myself and went in. Pictures ensued.

I did mention the tall hot chicks, didn’t I? They were hot, and hard to ignore. Keith noticed ‘em too, and started mumbling at them, which seemed alright. Then he decides we’re going somewhere… else. Through the double doors, out to a patio with a half-pipe, and into another warehouse nextdoor.

Welcome to the VIP lounge, bitches!

Then it got really hectic. I’m rambling, go ahead and check out all the pictures by clicking here. Make sure you leave comments and rate the photos. It’s important, I swear.

An awesome night that couldn’t have gone any better for everyone. Someone told me it was Andrew’s birthday party, so Happy Birthday man. Can’t get much more pimpalicious than that shit right there, son!

All in all, the only thing left to say: We partied with Keith Richards. Hah.

So I’m going to Spain to watch my cousin get married. Talk about your extreme weekend trips, I’m literally going to Spain for a day and a half.

Hey, wanna go to Madrid for lunch? Why not?

I’m excited! I get to see all my beautiful friends and raise the dead. Of course, I’m gonna be a jet-lagged zombie that wants nothing more than death, but I’ll try and offset that by sleeping on the plane or whatever. Oh, it’s gonna be icky. Who cares. My family and friends are worth it.