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I'm in Chicago, it's not that windy.

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 09:05:00 +0000

Landed here around 1130 or so, got to the hotel, then proceeded to visit The Wiener's Circle on account that Ricky had seen it on tv.

It was about a mile's hike to this late night eatery. Walking thru Lincoln Park on a brisk night, just missing the rain, we were hungry. A few of us had an idea of what we were in store for, but not all of us.

As we entered the dirty little hot dog stand, we were instantly enveloped into the free flowing "motherfuckers this, pussy juice that" and every other derogatory slur possible. One drunken loudmouth kept yelling at the cashier, asking/demanding for his chocolate shake (apparently, perfectly acceptable behavior).

Ignoring him, I ordered my polish dog with everything, cheese fries and an orange soda. I waited patiently, even in the midst of all the chaos. Right before
I received my food, the loudmouth got his shake. He handed over a $20 and saw some chocolate shake, that's for sure...

The polish dog was good, but I think a regular hot dog benefits better from all the fixins. The cheese fries were gnarly, gritty and better off eaten without the cheese.

I will probably never go back, but it was worth a shot.

Tomorrow, a possible lunch at Fogo De Chao, and at least one dog from Wrigleyville!

Oh yeah, a show at the Metro, too.

Unemployed: Week Three

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 21:56:00 +0000

What to do, what to do?

Sit around and wait for checks to come in the mail?
Mostly. Where are they? Come on EDD, let's do this! Come on!

Say you're going to ride your bike more often, but not really follow through?
Check. Though, I am getting a good amount in. If Mark calls me today, like he said he would, let's do this.

Apply for random jobs online?
Sure, why not. Census people, I'll see you on the 24th. Otherwise, let's get some work with nice pay coming my way. Anyone need some graphic design done well, for a reasonable price?

Play Pong each Weds night?
You bet! The Long Beach Table Tennis Club is a great place to get your ass handed to you by a 72yo senior champion, named Victor. I've met all kinds of great people there in my two weeks of going. Tonight will be my third time in attendance, I can't wait.

Eat shitty frozen food and ramen?
Naturally. I just spent under $20 on food that'll last me a week. This batch of Cuties is a bit tart, though I love them.

Argue with Charter and get free basic cable?
You better believe it! I'm watching the shit out of Kristen Schaal on John Oliver's New York Standup show (a great standup showcase), On Demand is lovely.

Paint, paint and paint some more?
Somewhat, I need to get on it a lot more. That owl needs finishing!

Practice with Dr. Holiday, for upcoming shows?
Somewhat, not this week. No shows for a little while, either.

Blog more?
We'll see. This is a good start.

Fold laundry?
Not nearly quick enough, more like 5 days later. I should get back to that, like now.

More later.

I just got Rick-rolled...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 07:19:00 +0000

I really don't feel that bad about it either.

I wish I was half as talented with Illustrator as this guy...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 01:50:00 +0000

Science Machine from Chad Pugh on Vimeo.

Life is so lifey.

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 07:52:00 +0000

A lot of happenings around here. Can't get into everything, but all is or will be well.

Work is going great and I do hope our work blog gets some hits, because it's worth taking a look at. http://brobee.blogspot.com just incase you forgot.

I need to make this blog a habit. It's pretty boring, I know, sorry.

I'll step up my game soon. I wish i could post more awesome photos that I get to take at work. Someday...

Why is it that...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 07:46:00 +0000

...15 years+ later I'd be watching The State for the first time? I'm not mad, I probably wouldn't have understood the jokes in my youth anyway. But seriously, why did it take so long to finally get onto DVD?

That said, thank you The State and everybody involved Without you, my night would've been much more sober and without laughter. I love you.

-CP

Why is it that...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 06:53:00 +0000

I'd like you to know...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 06:10:00 +0000

If I'm not busy posting here, it's because I'm busy posting over at Yo Blogga Blogga!

Check it out, there's a lot if my photography, my favorite Photo Of The Day was today's. Look it up, you'll like it.

Weird Al chose me...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:39:00 +0000

ME!

Really now...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 02:53:00 +0000

I skipped yesterday, but with good cause.

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:45:00 +0000

I've been working 11-12 hour days the last few weeks, it's not bad, really, but it's making a dent in going out.

I heard that a few people were going to see the KILLERS yesterday; sounded like fun, I thought. Then I heard that Mariachi El Bronx was opening for them; AWESOME! I had to make it happen. Luckily enough, I talked to my buddy Hud just in time and got on the list.

The rest of the work-day was a blur, I hurried all about trying my best to finish up and leave so I'd make it to the show on time. Mariachi El Bronx started at 830pm, so I didn't have much time.

630pm, tried my best to get a
Yo Blogga Blogga daily post up and pack my stuff. I was out the door by 645. First, I raced home to wash up and change my clothes. I did so in record time and hurried off to the Bren Center in Irvine. Traffic was quick and painless, parking wasn't bad either. I hurried my way to the entrance and made my way inside.

I got to the pit area about 3min before they started. Mariachi El Bronx played a great set, I loved every minute of it. It was funny seeing a mariachi band all spread across a giant stage like that, but they still sounded great. I'd love to see them all cramped inside a little bar or cantina.

Once they were done, I walked around for a bit, hoping to spot a coworker or 19. I was standing in the food line when I spotted Jon, but wasn't able to make any contact. After all that I lost him. Then I went in to get a good spot. The pit area was full and closed off, so I hung out up top, eating my Dibs.

Alright, so Dibs make you thirsty as hell, right? I went to get some water outta the fountain and saw Tyler and Quang. I was stoked, I wouldn't be alone any longer. Then everyone started piling in on the action: Hud, Scott, Ruth, Marissa, Jay, Parker, Adam, Jordan, Heather, Ben and his wife and even more! We all went in, tried to figure out some seats, but ended up sitting against the wall. Finally we hit the top row, right on the bar and just leaned it the entire night.

The KILLERS were really good, their stage was incredible and they played all the hits. Hot Fuss really got it's dues paid that night. There were pyrotechnics, lights and lazers, confetti and even a few sips from Marissa's SKYY. I was stoked, the night turned out to be a greeat one and we all had an awesome time.

After the show, we put on some after show passes and were escorted through various waiting areas until we got to see a few band members off. Some of the Jacobs brothers are old friends of the Drummer, Ronnie, he was a nice dude.

A few of us grabbed some late-night In 'N Out before heading home. All-in-all, a good night.

I've never tried riding a unicycle...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:46:00 +0000

...until today.

What a tough feat to accomplish. Dan Kelley makes it look so easy, I make it look probable, though can easily turn impossible.

So there I was. All set to go, bam. I hit the floor. That would only happen twice my whole series of tries.

I was able to almost get going a few times. My preference was that of the organic nature, no holding onto anything for me. Also, that'd make for more room to fall and a less likely chance of splitting my noggin open on a table's corner.

Go watch Point Break, RIP Swayze. I need to do some laundry and eat my lefties.

Whoa, tangent. Screw it, I'm ending this on that note. Priorities.

-CP

Oh yeah, congrats to the new Robles'!

9/11...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:24:00 +0000

...never forget.

I was a young man once...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 03:28:00 +0000

It's true, really. I haven't always been this bearded, statuesque man-squat you know and love.

Look at this guy:Young, handsomely dressed, full of sprite, still able to climb a tree...

Thanks for the memories AW.

-CP

Circa 2002.

Today I flew, shot and killed all at once.

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 03:41:00 +0000

1. Flew (off the table).
2. Shot (this amazing aerial photo).
3. Killed (it).

Good times today at work.

-CP

It's been almost 11 months since I posted anything...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:37:00 +0000

Pretty bad, I know. Not that anyone reads, but still.

I've been inspired by some really entertaining blogs, so I am going to try to commit to posting something up every (week/work) day. I'd say everyday, but really, I don't even like turning my computer on anymore when I'm at home.

Be on the lookout...

-CP

See you.

San Juan Trail - San Juan Capistrano, CA

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 07:54:00 +0000

Holy God.

This is by far the best, trail I've ridden yet.

This past Sunday I made plans to go riding with my lil brother Stevo, I tried to gather some troops, but came out unsuccessful. I headed over to his house where I met up with he and Luke (Stevo's friend and ex-coworker). We had plans to go out and ride Aliso Woods in Laguna Beach, but instead Stevo wanted to show us his home trail, the trail he grew up on; San Juan Trail. We obliged without hesitation.

We set off in 2 cars; Stevo's Ranger and Luke's Suburu. Traffic wasn't too bad on the 405 South. We hit the 5 South and it remained nice. The exit is Ortega Hwy (74), then go left. We drove up the highway a few miles until we hit Lazy W Ranch, the same exit as the San Juan Hot Springs (haven't been yet, but will go soon). We should've bought adventure passes beforehand, but didn't ($5 at Big 5 or wherever). We parked Luke's car at the bottom of the Switchbacks (I'll talk about later) and loaded up the Ranger with everything. The plan was to shuttle to the top and ride down. I know a lot of XCers would shake a fist at that idea, but I don't have the lungs for doing this both up and down just yet, I'm working on it. Plus, we'd of been screwed on time for sure.

We got back on the 74 East and headed for Bluejay Camp, which is where we'd park (right at the trailhead). On the way up, Stevo pointed out a spot locals call "Drunk Man's Turn" where you can see several cars at the bottom of the ravine that obviously didn't see the slight turn in the road (probably after a good night of partying in Lake Elsinore). Just past that to the left is a road that leads to Bluejay Camp, it's a steep and windy road that leads right to a few spots to park. We did just that. Then we geared up, aired up, mounted up and we were off.

The whole ride was singletrack, no fire roads, nothing else. The entire path winds under oak canopies and blue skies, along cliffs and fields of sage, over rocks and scattered jumps, through ruts and obstacles. Most of the 11.4 miles was downhill, but the ride still maintained it's dignity with plenty of uphill challenges. I found it impossible to get up some of them without hiking it. Luke was a champ as he only had to put his foot down once (clip-ins really helped him out). Stevo and I found ourselves walking up the loose rock ladders, I more than he of course.

After plenty of areas that left us speechless/breathless, we arrived at Cocktail Rock. We shot the shit with some various dudes that were up there. This spot is a great spot to have an energy bar and take in the scenery, so we all did. We were lucky enough to be there on a day where it was possible to see all the way to Catalina. It was pretty amazing.

We let a few people take their time ahead of us down the trail in hopes that we wouldn't catch up to them. About 3 minutes into our descent, we passed up two of them. There was hardly any climbing once wee passed up Cocktail Rock, it was great. Mile markers would creep up on us faster and faster. Some stretches were much faster than others; at times, I felt like I was riding Space Mountain.

There weren't too many falls, and no bad ones (thank God). I slid down the inside of an S-turn about 5-6 feet, luckily I fell to the inside of the mountain and not just toppling over. I also put a lifesaving leg down and almost twisted my knee, luckily I pulled it back up in time to avoid that. Luke hit a canopied switchback a little too quick and fell into some bushes. Stevo had the best fall of all, but also the closest to death. He hit some loose sand and went over the edge of a cliff, luckily he only fell a few feet and not all the way down. I saw a bunch of dust as I approached and he crawled out with a smile on his face, thanking his lucky stars to be alive.

The last part of the run was a series of narrow and rutted switchbacks, a completely fun time if you ask me. I was pretty happy with how I navigated down them, only having to put a lifesaving foot down once in the lot of them. I must say, that once I realized that I was at the end of the trail, I wished there were more.

All in all, this trail has been one of the most challenging and fun ventures I've been on in my (so far) short, but sweet MTBing career. My right knee hurts a bit, but that's perfectly fine with me.

Don't worry, I'm still looking forward to Big Bear this Sunday.

-Chris

LFR!

I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane the other day...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 06:16:00 +0000

This past weekend was one for the books, definitely one I will never forget.

On Friday I didn't have to drive in to work, so naturally I slept in. It feels great to wake up at 930am on Friday morning, brush my teeth, then sit around working in my underwear. There's nothing more liberating than working from your skivvies, I recommend trying it, but not getting fired over it. I managed to get a lot of work done, although because I was working via the internet it did take some more time.

I haven't been able to see both of my roommates, along with a few friends during the day on many Fridays, but I got to see Justin, David and Jillian before they left to ride in Tehachapi. Matt and Vanessa also came by, Vanessa was all kinds of excited for me taking my first jump. Mike and I tried to get her to convince Matt to go up with us sometime in the future. He said he'd watch us jump, haha.

The entire day I was trying my best to contain my excitement for the morrow's fun to come. I didn't want to dwell on going skydiving, for the sake of not making myself nervous. Mike and Jason came by, we loaded up my car and headed to Marco Polo's Pizza for some dinner before the drive to San Diego. We lived up to the "norm" of leaving 40 minutes late the night before a jump.

Our drive out to San Diego was sketchy as can be. First off, my car is slowly falling apart underneath me. Second, Mike had a feeling that something was going to happen, bringing all kinds of bad juju to us (haha). Third, my car wa really in need of some oil. Going through San Clemente, my car had an nodd feeling hiccup and the Check Engine light started to blink. I didn't even know that they did that, so I got off at the next exit. I checked my fluids and saw I was low on oil. We let it cool down for a while and skated around. After putting a quart and a half in, we were on our way. The light was still blinking, so I babied it. I was going to get there, no doubt about it.

Once we got to Jen's place, we said our hellos, dropped our stuff and turned back around for an 18 pack. Jen pointed out the nearest gas station, and we head off. Mike and Jason brought skateboards, so we high-tailed it to the ARCO. It was a long, sweaty half mile ride, but worth every bump in the road. Once back we finally got some quality time with Jen. After a few beers, we decided to call it a night, so that we could get up at a decent time to get to the dropzone in the morning.

I made sure to pop some Claritin the night before, so I wouldn't die in my sleep, completely worthwhile. We geared up and headed out for the dropzone, it was a nice day out, there was some haze, but it'd easily burn off. The drive to Otay Lakes in Jamul, CA was a nervous one, but my Check Engine light went back to (good ol') solid. We got to our destination: Skydive San Diego! We checked in, signed our lives away and manifested ASAP.

Within a few minutes, I was getting taught on how to properly tandem jump, getting fit for my harness and walking towards the plane. I didn't even have a free moment to get out my camera and get a pre-jump shot. Jason wasn't able to get onto the same plane, but Mike was at the front of the bus. I was excited as can be, others in the plane were obviously nervous. My instructor and tandem-mate Shawn asked if I was scared, I declined. All I'd heard from Mike about jumping just made me want to do it. Our flight up to altitude took about 10 minutes, I was looking out the windows at all that was below. We were about 2 miles from the border, Mike pointed out Tijuana.

once we were nearing altitude; 13,000 feet, we buckled in and got ready. Sitting low in someone's lap is one of the worst positions ever, but lucliky it didn't take long. Mike backflipped out of the plane, it was awesome. Then it was our turn, we lined up to the door, I assumed the position and we were on our way. Falling at about 120mph is a feeling like none other. I looked around and everything was so minute beneath us. Shawn game me the thumbs up and I gave it right back, on the way down I gave free reign to Shawn in regards to spins and twists. We were in freefall for about a minute, at about 5000 feet we pulled the canopy. The drift down was about 5-6 minutes, we did some spinning and had some fun. I was surprised how easily I could hear shawn's every word. I was even able to take the reigns and steer some spins myself. Our touchdown was the only choppy part of it, I am a bit taller than Shawn, and sitting lower, needless to say we tumbled a bit.

Mike and Jason jumped 4 times in total, I snapped a ton of photos from underneath. Amongst the jumpers, there was an 85-year old grandmother jumping. Her grandkids were so amped for her, it was awesome.

After being there a few hours, we headed out for some food. We saw a snake crossing the road, and luckily I was able to drive over it without hitting it. We stopped at In 'N Out for some deliciousness and headed back to Jen's. She was all wrapped up in studying, hanging out with a buddy and watching a movie. We wanted to grab some beer and head to the beach, but she decided to be a good student. We headed off to Ocean Beach and grabbed an 18-pack. Unfortunately what we didn't hear was that there is no more drinking on the beach there. So we caught some of the sunset and headed back. Mike was in the mood for drinking games, particularly Centurion and Circle Of Death. I knocked it for a little while, but obliged. We even picked up another 18er on the way back.

Centurion is, dully speaking; 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes. I knocked it saying that I just like to drink. We started, and first to fall was Jason. He was about 4 in, but said he was done. Mike stopped second at around 6 beers, he was out. I went to about 8 and was pretty buzzed, borderline drunk. Jen studied while we all drank our day away. She was a little bummed, but sipped off our beers. Her roomie Jackie came home and joined in with us. We all sat down for a game of Circle Of Death; a game where you balance cards on an empty bottle whle drawing cards and hoping you got a higher one than the previous person. If not, they counted the difference while you drink. By the end of this game, I was sloppy. I tumbled our tower of beer somehow and ran a muck. Sorry again Jen, haha. We watched No Country For Old Men, but I don't remember if we ever finished it. There was also a walk down some path alongside a river, eventually to a Mimi's. That turned out to be what we'd want for breakfast. I was staggering all around, I do remember meeting a dog out there though.

Fuck shirts I said, then I passed out cold. I'd wake up to Fuck being said repeatedly, oops. Jen slept in, first on purpose, then on accident and was late for work. I was still a bit drunk, she ran out of there with a quick but lovely goodbye. Thanks again for being a rad hostess. We all started to get ready to head out. I cracked another beer, hoping to avoid a hangover, it worked. We watched the Renaissance Faire episode of King Of The Hill and headed out for some food. Mimi's was completely busy, so we found some nice little Mexican place. It was also delicious. Mike and I had Carne Asada fries, Jason had a Torta, we were happy. The drive back was quick and easy. I was happy about that, because I was sick of driving my POS.

We got back home and regailed the people with our tales. I fed my snakes, fish and frogs. Then I took a nap, I was beat. Everyone got home, and we ate some good pizza, and watched some movies. Tim came over to grab some wigs for his cruise with Charlie, we shot the shit for a while. Gilbert and Nina came by too, I got to see Gilby's new ink. All in all, a good way to end the weekend. I was happy.

Oh yeah, Monday... I didn't drive to work, instead I did the whole skivvies thing and hung out with my dad. I love this schedule.

I'm tired of writing this, goodnight.

Irish Toasts for Everyday and Special Occasions!

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:26:00 +0000

http://islandireland.com/Pages/folk/sets/toasts.html

Irish Toasts for Everyday and Special Occasions!

Irish Christmas Toasts:

'Nollaig shona duit!'
Happy Christmas!

'Nollaig faoi shéan is faoi shonas duit.'
A prosperous and happy Christmas to you.

May
peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door, and
happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas.

Irish New Year's Toasts:

'Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís.'
May we be alive at this time next year.

'Athbhliain faoi mhaise duit!'
A prosperous New Year!

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship but never in want.

Irish Saint Patrick's Day Toasts:

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here's a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings
Lest you lose yourself and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.

'Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!'
Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Irish Wedding Toasts:

'Sliocht sleachta ar shliocht bhur sleachta.'
May there be a generation of children on the children of your children.

Health and long life to you, land without rent to you, a child every year to you, and death in Old Ireland.

May the roof above you never fall in,
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.

Here's to health, peace and prosperity. May the flower of love never be nipped
by the frost of disappointment, nor shadow of grief fall among your
family and friends.

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in
blessings, slow to make enemies and quick to make friends. And may you
know nothing but happiness from this day forward.

May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.

May I see you grey and combing your grandchildren's hair.

'Sláinte go saol agat,
Bean ar do mhian agat.
Leanbh gach blian agat,
is solas na bhflaitheas tareis antsail seo agat.'
Health for life to you,
A wife of your choice to you,
Land without rent to you,
A child every year to you,
And the light of heaven after this world for you.

Here's an Irish toast to your wedding:
May the roof over your heads be as well thatched
As those inside are well matched.
An Irish Toast for a Bachelor
May you have nicer legs than yours under the table before the new spuds are up.

Irish Birthday Toasts:

May you live to be 100 years, with one extra year to repent.

We drink to your coffin. May it be built from the wood of a hundred year old oak tree that I shall plant tomorrow.

May God grant you many years to live, for sure he must be knowing, the earth has angels all too few and heaven is overflowing...

May the doctor never earn a pound out of you.

May the good Lord take a liking to you...
But not too soon!

May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.

Irish Toasts to Drinking:

A bird with one wing can't fly. —said to encourage someone to take a second drink

It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow
than to spend tonight like there's no money!

That the tap may be open when it rusts!

My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let's get to drinking!
All glasses off the table!

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold pint-- and another one!

Here's to a temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with--
And me not there at all!

When money's tight and hard to get,
and your horse is also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt,
a pint of plain is your only man.

Here's to being single...
Drinking doubles...
And seeing triple!

I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!

Here's to women's kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss,
but a darn sight more sincere!

Irish Toasts to Friends & Family:

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.

There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.

May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

Here's to you and yours,
And to mine and ours,
And if mine and ours ever come
Across you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours,
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!

To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story!

May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road...
And may all your friends remember
all the favours you are owed!

Here's to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here's to each lad and his darlin colleen,
Here's to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless old Ireland, that's this Irishman's toast!

I have known many,
and liked not a few,
but loved only one
and this toast is to you.

Irish Everyday Toasts:

May you be in heaven a full half hour
before the devil knows your dead.

May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.

May your heart be light and happy,
May your smile be big and wide,
And may your pockets always have
a coin or two inside!

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint!

May the face of every good news and the back of every bad news be towards us.

May neighbours respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,
The foresight to know where you are going,
And the insight to know when you have gone too far.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.

May those that love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

May misfortune follow you the rest of your life, and never catch up.

May you have food and raiment, a soft pillow for your head. May you be forty years in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.

May your mornings bring joy
and your evenings bring peace...
May your troubles grow less
as your blessings increase!

May you get all your wishes but one,
so that you will always have something to strive for!

'Lucky' Irish Toasts:

May the luck of the Irish
Lead to happiest heights
And the highway you travel
Be lined with green lights.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

If you're enough lucky to be Irish...
You're lucky enough!

May you have all the happiness
and luck that life can hold—
And at the end of all your rainbows
may you find a pot of gold.

May your pockets be heavy—
Your heart be light,
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night.

Everyday Toasts in the Irish Language:

'Sláinte!'
(pronounced 'slawn-cha', meaning Health! A common toast in Ireland, the equivalent to 'Cheers')

'Sláinte chuig na fir, agus go mairfidh na mná go deo.'
Health to the men, and may the women live forever!

'Faol saol agat, gob fliuch, agus bás in Éirinn.'
Long life to you, a wet mouth, and death in Ireland.

Some random facts about my current life:

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 22:49:00 +0000

~ I've listened to See You Next Tuesday's album Parasite about 5 times between my drive home yesterday and drive to work today. Here's some black people dancing to it:

~ My band Dr. Holiday has a show on the 14th and we're just about ready for it. It's kind of exciting when we have great practices, even if we're hammered.

~ I got an hour cut and a pay raise all in one day. At first when my boss explained it to me I was nervous about it, but the more I heard, the more I liked the idea of it. I no longer have to drive in to work on Mondays and Fridays, I only have to work 4.5 hours from home (as opposed to my normal 7 hour day). So basically, I will be making $30 less each check +/-, but I can easily make those dollars up. If you need some graphic design done, let me know. If you want some web stuff done, I'll do it too. But I won't enjoy it.

~ Yosemite is one of the most amazing places I've ever seen. The 4 days we spent there will be unforgettable, not that I'd try to forget them. We hiked to Yosemite Falls, El Capitan, Mirror Lake, Vernal Falls and all over the meadows and forests. I've got plenty of photos and memories.

~ I witnessed a cracked-out fairy get change for a dollar, then leave the dollar on a toy dispenser. He disappeared into the nearby restroom for a bit, then left without the dollar. Up the block he creeped out a family, I laughed.

~ Falling Down is one of the greatest movies of all time.

~ I've started to sleep with my right arm stretched out completely, covering the other half of the bed. I don't know why, it might be a subconscious sign of loneliness. Come sleep with me.

~ Contrary to how that last one sounded, I am anything but lonely. I've been keeping very busy lately and I've got amazing friends to help.

~ There is no such thing as a Russian Werehound or a Northwestern Dil Terrier. Those are lies made up to protect Bear's species (75% Wolf + Giant Alaskan Malamute). I love that dog.

~ Psyllium was a great choice. Try it out.

~ Disregarding the one day I weighed 198, I can't seem to maintain pace to my target weight of 180. I'm floating around 200-202 now. I need to get back to the gym and hit that treadmill some more. Someone let me tack onto your gym membership.

~ Upon my brother Stevo's begging, I am no longer going to be purchasing the GIANT Trance X2. Instead I am interested in the TREK Fuel EX 8. Hopefully he can work out a good deal at his shop for me. I still haven't heard back from him.

~ I miss making out. Damn...

~Saturday I'm going to be jumping out of a plane. It's not a suicide attempt, I'm finally going skydiving. I can't wait. The whole thing was my last birthday present from Celina, she was nice enough to let me have it after the breakup. Otherwise I'd of fought for it.

~ I've been abusing cdscompletosdownload.blogspot.com/ a lot lately. Weezer's new album is better than the last 2 for sure.

~Gilbert's best friend/dog Tank passed away yesterday. He said to pour out a little liquor for him, so Opie and I split an 18 pack of Tecate. In honor of course. 11 was a good amount for me to be all stumbly this morning.

~ Being "in like" with someone is kinda fun. It's also kinda lame to put a title like that to it. I'm completely lame.

~ After I buy my bike, I need to get another iPod. This whole CD thing is getting really old.

So that's that. My current situation. It's got it's ups, it's downs, it's all arounds. I love life, so let's live.

-Chris

Recommended Movie Trailers - Take 2

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Wed, 07 May 2008 06:31:00 +0000

The Chaos Theory:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/chaostheory/trailer/
I love me some Emily Mortimer. Ryan Reynolds puts on a good performance too.

Mongol:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/picturehouse/mongol/trailer/
Recommended to me by my Kazakhi friend Assel.

Blindness:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/miramax/blindness/trailer/
Directed by Fernando Meirelles (“City of God”).

The SPIRIT:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/thespirit/large.html
The next movie from Frank Miller.

IRON MAN:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/ironman/large_trailer2.html
I've already seen it twice, but the trailer is just so good.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/indianajonesandthekingdomofthecrystalskull/large_t1.html
I have faith that Harrison Ford wouldn't sign on if it wasn't going to be true to the originals. Even the poster looks amazing.

Mister Lonely:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/misterlonely/trailer/
Harmony Korine strikes again, this time without the trashy people. Great poster too, although very Wes Anderson inspired.

The Strangers:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/thestrangers/large.html
I don't like Liv Tyler so much, but this looks nice and creepy..

Henry Poole Is Here:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/henrypooleishere/trailer/
Looks entertaining, although might be just like any other love story out there.

The Tracey Fragments:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/thinkfilm/thetraceyfragments/trailer/
Ellen Page is a good actress, even better when the dialogue isn't horrible.

Hellboy 2:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/hellboy2thegoldenarmy/trailer2/large.html
The first one was great, this one looks to top it.

Four Minutes:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/fourminutes/trailer/
Really interesting original story, I wonder if it's based on real events?

TROPIC THUNDER:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/tropicthunder/trailer_large.html
Starring Ben Stiller, Jack Black and a Robert Downey Jr. in blackface(body).

Bangkok Dangerous:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/bangkokdangerous/trailer/
Nicholas Cage, hitman, action-packed... The usual.

My Brother Is An Only Child:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/thinkfilm/mybrotherisanonlychild/trailer/
Not only a great name, but it looks like a great watch.

Step Brothers:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/stepbrothers/high.html
It's Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly, they're funny. I hope it's better than Talladega Nights.

Chapter 27:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/chapter27/trailer/
Jared Leto is fat, and set on killing John Lennon... Sweet.

Pineapple Express:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/pineappleexpress/high.html
This is the most promising new team in movie comedy.

Righteous Kill:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/righteouskill/trailer/
Pacino and DeNiro team up again. 50 Cent is in this too, under his real name!

Redbelt:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/redbelt/high.html
Emily Mortimer again, alongside Tim Allen. Even Randy Couture is in this one.

The Guru:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/theloveguru/large_trailer.html
I hate the fact that I really want to see this one.

WALL-E:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/walle/trailer_large.html
It will be amazing, just like most PIXAR features.

Wanted:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/wanted/trailer1/wanted_large.html
Another one recommended to me by Assel

Where In the World Is Osama Bin Laden?:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/whereintheworldisosamabinladen/trailer/
Another Morgan Spurlock misadventure.

The Hammer:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/thehammer/trailer/
I have qualms with Adam Corolla, but this looks good.

Boarding Gate:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/magnolia/boardinggate/trailer/
Michael Madsen + Asia Argento = boner.

The Happening:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/thehappening/large_trailer.html
M. Night Shamalamadingdong has another thriller.

The Visitor:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/thevisitor/trailer/
Looks like one of those feel-gooders. Oddly enough, it's about some squatters.

You Don't Mess With the Zohan:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/youdontmesswiththezohan/high.html
I love Adam Sandler and everything he does, what?

Have fun watching...

So I recently turned a quarter century...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:44:00 +0000

I don't think my birthday weekend could've been any better. First off the 18th landed on a Friday, perfect birthday day of the week in my opinion. I woke up feeling good, I hoped the rest of the day would follow in suit. Traffic moved swiftly, and I got to work on time. I was met by some coworkers that were freshly back from a convention in Acapulco. Mariana had a chocolate muffin in one hand. In the muffin there was no candle, instead it was a single match sticking out. We struck it and then they started with the singing, oh the singing. My boss rushed down the stairs to join in on the serenade. I always feel like the biggest fool when people are singing to me, do you? After that was said and done, my boss ran off to a meeting, but left his credit card behind. Lunch was on him, even if he couldn't be there. I did my normal routine of checking the various online communities I engage in, as well as my bank account. My tax return came in, SCORE! We worked for a few more minutes until another one of our coworkers came in. Nancy wasn't scheduled, but wanted to drop off a cheesecake for me, hell yes! Then she went on to say that there were police running around evacuating people from the area due to a sewage leak that occurred the previous day. Sure enough a police officer came to our door and said they'd be towing cars in the area. They didn't need to twist my arm any more, I told my workmates to meet up at Olamendi's for some margaritas and good food, and not to forget that credit card. Here it was; noon, and we were done with work, eating great food and having margaritas. Not a bad start to the birthday weekend if you ask me.

On my way home I figured I'd go visit 2 Wheels 1 Planet to start on a layaway plan for my bike. I drooled over it for a little, then got things started. I felt good that I was on my way to having it. Immediately I thought of all the ways I could get it paid off quickly. I should have that mindset more often. That GIANT Trance X2 will be mine!

I got home around 530, which his unheard of for a Friday. The night's plans were to have a nice big dinner at Johnny Rebs' in Orange, all my family was going to be there as well as a ton of good friends, I was excited. Celina came over, she looked good like usual, I jumped in her car and we headed off. Johnny Rebs' is the equivalent to waiting in line for a ride at Knott's Berry Farm. The makeup of the restaurant was like that of an old shanty, there was a projected cricket track and peanut shells on the ground. While the servers scrambled to get our table(s) ready, we grew in numbers inside of the small waiting area. Right as we were about to be too many in there, we got called in. I was happy to see a lady having a Mississippi Mud as we walked through, so immediately when I sat down I ordered one. We were all having a great time, there were peanut shells flying all over the place, drinks were flowing. David and Danielle snuck a little bottle of Jack Daniels in, along with a shot glass. I told him "Who needs a shot glass?" and continued to swig. Danielle said that she wanted to get a picture, I chugged, she counted to three really slowly. That turned out to be a bigger chug than I expected.

The night got a little fuzzy, I hardly touched my meal, I was just caught up in all the fun. Since we were twenty-something people all lined up in a giant row of tables, I bounced around to see everyone. All were having a good time, and I was happy for that. The food was good, the drinks were too. I left with the heaviest to-go box I've ever had, as well as a nice selection of beers from Robot. Thank you: Mom, Dad, David, Steve, Joe, CCR, AW, Mark, Talia, Tim, Kevin, Robot, Derek, Shawna, Adrie, Tom, Danielle, Paul, Brittany and even Gilbert + Nina (whom I was surprised that they were able to make it out). You all made it an amazing celebration.

I don't remember much of the ride towards home, but I do remember stopping at a liquor store and buying some Sailor Jerry. Once home, Jon came over, then Vince, so did Alicia and Christina. Not too many of the dinner crew headed over, but those that did had a good time from what the pictures told me. Adrie snapped away as Jon and Vince positioned a fake vagina to the Doll and molested me with it.

Still fully clothed and laying on top of the covers, I woke up the next morning having to piss like a racehorse. After taking care of business, I stood in the hallway wondering who was sleeping in my livingroom, I was still drunk so it took a minute or two. I got myself ready for the day; I had things to do and people to see! I was meeting David in Long Beach at Hawleywood's to get a proper haircut and hopefully a nice straight razor shave. I got to the shop, had a seat and soaked it all in. I was definitely feeling the after effects of the night before, my brain wasn't as sharp as it could be. David joined up and we waited for my turn. I got set up with Carlos, he was gonna make me look good. The cut went well minus getting rid of my beard (miscommunication, oops). He cleaned my kitchen with a straight razor after hitting my face with a hot towel, I got a neck massage via some crazy ass device, and hooked up real well with some Layrite Pomade. I looked sharp, there's no other word for it. David said was a little jealous.

After Hawleywood's, we set off to grab some food. David had the place in mind: Joe Jost's - a neighborhood bar full of retired firefighters, cops and whatnots. We had goblets full of goodness and a few Joe Jost's specials (polish sausage on rye with mustard, a pickle spear and cheese) and even played a few good games of Shuffleboard. David whooped me pretty good, he's had practice. Next on the agenda was something I'd heard mentioned the night before, but didn't take seriously... I was getting my nails done. We set off in search of a legit shop and ended up in Balboa. We walked in and David said "Give him the mani/pedi." I looked at him and said "Maybe just the manicure..." but it was too late. I got into the chair, soaked my sausages, got did up and pampered. I must say that it was really relaxing. There were some other customers in the shop, we conversed back and forth, I joked around about why I was there. It was a good time. A few hours had passed while hanging out with David, and eventually all our plans were accomplished, he dropped me off at my car and we parted ways. I called Jennifer while I was out there, but dialed a wrong number. So no going to the races for me, I headed home.

Celina was at a bridal shower, so I sat around the house alone and bored. I sent Vince a pix-message of me and my new cut; that encouraged an onslaught of man crush replies. He was just as happy about my cut as I was. Talk about an ego boost. In the midst of my boredom, I got a call from Jon. He wanted to take me out for dinner, sounded good to me. Celina called and I flashed over, she reminded me that I agreed to be hers all night, so I had to take a rain check on Jon's offer. She got back to my place, and we thought about what to do. We didn't really have plans, so we winged it. We decided to try out a sushi place here in Whittier that our friends had mentioned, then go see Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

Once she got back, I was starving. We didn't waste any time, I jumped in her car and we headed towards Sushi From East. We took our seat at the sushi bar right in front of the owner Iwa. He was an older Japanese fellow who talked very low and indistinct, right up until he''d shout out a joke and laugh heartily about. The menu consisted of items we'd never seen before on any sushi house menu, some of the items that were a must try were: mushrooms + scallions baked in a creamy garlic butter (amazingly rich and tender), tacos Japonesas (lettuce wraps filled with softshell crab, avocado, crab meat, and spicy cause) and of course green muscles (prepared in garlic butter without the usual mayo sauce). On top of those items, the sushi was great. The tuna sashimi was fantastic and generously prepared. Iwa gave us the usual "See you tomorrow" as we headed out the door. We'll be back.

We made it to the movie theater just in time for one of the last showings. Forgetting Sarah Marshall was a lot funnier than expected. At first I thought it would all be penis jokes and no story, but I soon found out it'd be full of both. Mila Kunis looked amazing throughout most of the movie, and I developed a never before heard of crush on her, but only as long as she's in Hawaii. After we left, we found out that Opie had been at the same theater watching the same movie, but at a slightly later showtime. He sent me a few Ms. Cleo-like text messages predicting what movie I was there for. He was dead on.

Sunday morning was full of sleep. But oddly enough, I felt like I'd overshot my weekend and was supposed to be at work. Everything had been so great, I didn't think I'd get another day of good times. Sure enough I did.

At the moment, I can't remember what happened, but I do know I had a great birthday weekend. Who knows? Maybe I'll remember and update this. Probably not though...

How to beat your self up the good way...

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:14:00 +0000

Here I sit; without a voice, no ability to focus, aches and bruises, rasp in my throat, on the virge of being sick, charged full of vitamin C, with a burning arm, waiting for the day to end. "Wahh, cry me a river" right? WRONG! That all sounds bad, but it was all so worth it.

For the last 4 days in a row, I've been at some sort of concert. Thursday and Friday my favorite band Face To Face reunited after a nearly 5 year hiatus to start playing shows again (and to pay a few bills I'm sure). They hit the Glasshouse in Pomona for 2 "warm-up" shows before the big night at Bamboozle Left on Sunday.

Thursday night came, and the anticipation was heavy. Opie, the Coug and I have been waiting for "The Glorious Return" for months now; with the announcement of these 2 practice shows, it came 2 nights earlier. We raced out to the Glasshouse in Pomona, but got there a little too early. Oddly, there wasn't many people in the venue when we showed up. We checked out the merch and decided to wait until after the show to get anything. The Coug and I walked to Juan Pollo and I had some tacos, they were tasty. On our way back to the club we ran into Ropie and then Robot and Matt formerly of CODE 4-15. It was gonna be a good show. The first band went on, they called themselves The Chasers. After a few songs, we were glad to see that they weren't horrible. The pit was filled with older dudes, all tough as nails and messing around with each other. A fight almost broke out, but was calmed down somewhat quickly. During the set change my good friend and roommate's horribly annoying and somewhat insane ex girlfriend walked up to us (like she does everywhere we don't want to see her), she started to engage Timmy and Rosanna, Opie and I just turned our backs and wished those 2 the best. Luckily she didn't stick around longer than a few short words. I think she does all this only because she hopes David will hear about it someday. *shudders*

The second band of the night was Slick Shoes, a band I haven't heard about since high school, they came out and Rosanna said the singer got a lot uglier since. They started to play, it was real heavy and fast, we were happy. But then, like a lot of times, the singer let loose and we had enough. We walked outside and met up with Cris and Amanda. Matt and his buds came up after searching for a bar, but ending up with tall cans in the parking lot, we chatted up some and talked some hate hate hate on that see you next tuesday I mentioned earlier.

Face To Face was up next, we got inside and posted up in some good spots. The venue had filled considerably since the first 2 bands, I was happy about that. The crowd waited around for what seemed like forever. There were chants in and out, but not consecutively. Finally the band came out and there was some (pretty pathetic for the first show in almost 5 years [present company excluded]) cheering. Once the first song started up, we all went nuts. The pit started up and I hit it good, but almost instantly my week old VANS slip-on disappeared to the counter-clockwise punk brawl. I went around a few times, minus one shoe, in hopes to get it back. After getting stepped on a few too many times, I got to the side. Luckily a guy popped up right next to me and held my shoe high. I was happy to get that back, it would've been a painful hour and a half otherwise. I decided to give up on the pit after my instantaneous bad luck, and jumped into the crowd. I fought my way forward and ended up center-stage behind some dude that smelled like a cheeseburger (not in a good way).

The set was great, the crowd was really into it, the band was a little rusty (but still good). There were a few moments that Trever had to get a little help from the audience, and even slow the song down. They are older guys, so no one really held it against them. If I could rock that hard when I'm in my late 30s, I'd be happy. All in all, there were 20 songs before any encore. Once they went off stage, there were the usual chants, although they were pretty weak. My guess was that everyone's voice was out from singing, that's what happened to me at least. They came back out and played a few more songs, even touched on our weak chants. The show ended with a roar, and the crowd went home happy. Well not all of them, from what I heard, there was a pretty good fight outside the door. I didn't get to see any of it though. I was too busy finding out that the sweatshirt I wanted was sold out, should've bought it earlier... Oops.

I never did see Robot in the venue that night, but he said he saw me and Opie going absolutely nuts, good show. We all parted ways and set off for Home. Timmy and I tried to find a place to get some water and a pisser, but only ever found the water. his poor, poor bladder.

Friday:

The next morning I awoke sore, but still sprung up. I knew I had to get the day over with so that I could do it all over again. My voice had come back to me by noon, so I was ready to sing along again. Cris said that he had to "rank out" because he was dead tired and sore from the night before, so I had an extra spot to fill; I first called Matt, but he didn't answer or call me back; Then I tried Jake, same thing; I called Vince and he was in, just as soon as he broke off some previous engagements (priorities!). Work flew by and traffic was surprisingly good for me. For Andrew, the same couldn't be said; it took him 2.5 hours to get home from Santa Monica. He was pissed, and surely sick of driving. Once he got to my house, we set off for Pomona once again.

This time I was able to get a photo pass, which was great because I was still sore from the night before. Nate helped me work out a way to get tix for the sold out show, without him and Brandon, I wouldn't have seen it, thanks guys. I checked in, got our tix and a wristband for me. Unfortunately we didn't make it in time to see the first band; The God Awfuls which I did want to watch. I made sure to help Timmy out and buy him a sweatshirt, then I grabbed my camera. I got to see my new buddy Ramy and his brother, we chatted a little, but I cut it short to go take some photos.

Up next was Death By Stereo. I haven't listened to them in a while, so I was a little behind on their current stuff. Luckily, they played a ton of old stuff I knew. I shot a good few photos of them, then sang along in the crowd. I was happy to have finally seen them play.

The crowd on Friday was much better than the last, energy flowed throughout everyone, the chants started as soon as the equipment came on and never stopped. Once the band had come out, people all over were going nuts. I ran up to the barricades to shoot photos as long as they'd let me. Turns out I'd be there the whole night. Watching from that close was awesome, I had to duck and cover with the crowd surfers coming over, but never had any problems. I saw one little gal get her nose broken, that sucked. The band played even better than the night before, the crowd had lots of energy the entire time, I was stoked to be watching from so close. I shot a ton of photos and had a great time. One of the oddest things to happen was some random broad biting me on the shoulder, never before have I ran into something like that at a show. She was something else, didn't know a word, but danced all weird the whole time. I hope she was high, otherwise who knows what she was thinking.

Once all was over, I got one of Chad Yarro's picks, met up with Opie and Vince and headed out. There was an ambulance outside due to the broken nose. We heard rumors of some sorta of after party that the guys from Face To Face would be at, so we waited around for the cops to vacate and went looking. We found a bar/gallery around the corner and Vince decided we should have a drink, so we did. We checked out some art, and had a delicious beer. Then Opie said we should have another, so we did. Realizing that there was no after party there, we hi-tailed it out of there. The three of us bullshitted around our cars for a little then headed out. Opie and I grabbed some Tacos El Chilango, as it used to be a great after-show tradition.

Saturday:

I looked forward to sleeping in, but come 930am I got a call from Celina. She wanted to make sure I was alive, I was for the most part. I slept a little more and got ready for the day. I headed out to my brothers' place (I didn't misplace the apostrophe, 2 of them live there), but after 15 minutes of driving I realized that I had forgotten the tickets on my mirror at home. I fixed all that nonsense, and wound up in Huntington a little bit later. I wanted to get to Irvine ASAP to see Supernova's set. When I got there I played a round of Guitar Hero II and waited for my bros to get ready. Stephen gave me his old BMX helmet, an early birthday present of sorts, thanks dude! We piled into David's car, grabbed some Taco Bell and were off.

Once we arrived at Bamboozle Left, parking was quick and easy, getting in was just the same. We walked up on Supernova about a song into their set. They were great like always and the crowd was totally into them. I got some shout outs from Art and Dave, and snapped a few photos with my 35mm Canon Rangefinder. I saw a few people I knew in the crowd; Julia was there and having a good time. Astraes grabbed me and said hi. Ramy was there too. Good times being surrounded with good people. I got approached by some guy that said "Aren't you The Aquabats' merch guy?" which I agreed to, he even shook my hand. I always feel kind of funny when things like that happen, but it's cool. I tell everyone that's interested, work as a roadie/merch guy at least once in your life, it's great.

After their set we went and hung out with Greg at their merch booth. He had a stogie and was in a good mood, said he had already smoked 2 that day, good man. Supernova had been added as main support for Bad Religion's show at the HOB Anaheim that night, so they were heading out pretty soon after their set. I asked about acquiring their artist passes and they graciously obliged. We said our "see ya later"s and headed off. We were sure to let them know they had some more fans now.

The day ahead was going to be a busy one, I knew a lot of friends were going to be there, and I wanted to meet up with everyone at least once. I was texting like crazy, because calling was nearly impossible with all the music happening all around. Eliza was the next one I saw, she was bored after watching her brother's band play. She and I set off backstage to see if we could find him, but to no avail. We met back up with my brothers who were in line for a batting cage. Eliza set out for her brother and we said we'd meet up again, but never did find each other again. David, Stephen and I waited for our chance at the pitching machine. David went first and did pretty good. I joked about being able to hit 10 for 10, fat chance really. I went in and hit 7 of them, one really good and hard. Stephen went in and made an embarrassment of the Partida name until the last 2. We heckled him pretty good about it.

RX Bandits were starting up soon, so we headed to the main stages. We got there just as they entered their first song. That band is awesome live, and always has been. The crowd was huge, we were pretty far back and people were packed in there pretty good. They played a lot of familiar stuff, as well as a few new ones that I didn't know. Robot was hammered and trying to find me, but we never were able to meet up. From what I hear he passed out for an hour, lost a shoe and some sunglasses, then got his shoe back. Sounds like he had a great time. Cammie met up with me and we hung out a little bit. For some odd reason, people kept scooting by here where we were standing, even though there was no good hole to walk through. She was getting annoyed by that and started elbowing big dudes, ha. She's got spunk, she owes someone $5 now though...

After they finished, we made our way to the front of the stage to see the Bouncing Souls play, but first we had to wait out Story Of The Year, who surprisingly sounded better live as opposed to recorded. There were some pretty douchey dudes pitting in front of the empty stage for SOTY, I was getting pretty sick of them, thus giving a few sharp elbows to their mid-sections.

Bouncing Souls came out and we erupted in soccer chants, circle pits and sing-a-longs. I have caught the end of their set two times, and never been able to see a full one, so I was excited. They delivered with a bang, one hit after another. I pitted something fierce, even with my camera. Astraes was nice enough to hold it so that I could go in too, thanks man. The lead singer jumped into the crowd and surfed it while singing Hopeless Romantic, it was awesome. I hope I got a picture of it, as I was running out of film and not sure if it got one off.

Reel Big Fish was next and the crowd rushed to that stage almost all at once. Little did I know, we were in for a treat. I've never seen them, and never really cared to go out of my way too. They were completely awesome, one of the most entertaining acts of the day. We sang along to plenty of the hits, and even an Enter Sandman cover. Somehow, even though I could easily see Opie about 2 people behind me, I never got to see Rosanna the entire day.

After that we had some time to kill, we walked back towards the concessions and whatnot. We watched a little bit of New Found Glory for old time's sake. The first time I ever saw Face To Face, NFG opened up for them. We heard a few songs and headed off for some food. Seen as how we had the artist's passes, I went and checked out the catering tent. I only had to meal tickets, but there were 3 of us. We ended up holding onto them and eating stuff from inside a party tent backstage. It was pretty rad because there was free Smirnoff vodka drinks, Red Bull and Bud Light. So after a few for each of us and some appetizers, we set back out for the main stage where our highlight was about to play.

Alkaline Trio was playing as we were making our way through the crowd to the front of the main stage Face To Face was playing on next. I tried to call Jennifer Lopez while A3 played, but it didn't work out. Instead I think I told Christina Aguilera (who intercepted my call out) happy birthday. How weird did that last sentence sound? I felt kinda weird writing it, whoa, all true though. It was about to be the big moment and we made our way past the barricade in attempt to get on stage. We couldn't figure out how, but didn't really try. Instead we posted up right in front of where Chad Yarro would be playing and stayed there.

Face To Face came out and thousands of screaming fans did just that. It was awesome to hear so many people singing along with my favorite band. There were a bunch of Photographers taking pictures, but they got kicked out after the 3rd song (standard show photography regulations). We thought it might be the end of our ride at the front, but we were never told a word about leaving. A few girls joined us, but half of them got kicked out as well. For that 45 minutes, we rocked out as hard as we could, sang as loud as we could and had the greatest time ever. I saw a guy that was crowd surfing get pulled over the barricade, I instantly recognized him from the previous day's show. I gave him a good ass up top. I saw him a few times after that, awesome. How he got to the front so many times, I'll never know. Stephen said he saw Opie crowd surfing and come over, I missed it, dang. After the last song in the set the crowd cheered for an encore, but there are no encores at festivals. One of the roadies was cool enough to give me and Stephen both set lists. There was someone filming the last 3 Face To Face shows, and I know I'll be all over them, I hope that surfaces soon.

While we walked off, I got to see Stephen as I've never seen him before. He was more amped up than Macho Man Randy Savage at his best. He was running up to random people asking if they had watched the set, yelling out random bursts and reliving the moment. It was great to see him so happy.

MC Lars had an unfortunate set time, from 5 minutes after Face To Face went on, until 5 minutes before they finished. Needless to say, I didn't get to watch him, although I would've loved to under better circumstances. That guy is a true homie of mine, and I ain't playin'.

Lastly, we went to see The Chariot at one of the smaller stages. I had no voice and was sore as can be, but I still wanted to see their set. They sounded really good and put on a really lively show. Lots of mic/guitar throwing, spitting, and going nuts. The drums sounded heavy as can be and the set flowed perfectly. They ended with Yanni Depp right into Heard This Noise, which worked out really nicely.

We left immediately, to avoid some of the traffic out. There weren't any other bands we really wanted to see playing, getting out was quick and the drive back had no traffic. Of course the entire way back we were regaling about how the day couldn't have gone any smoother. Once back at their house, I washed up and headed out for the rest of my night's plans.

Charlie's birthday party was happening at his house, but first I planned to meet up with Jen Lo at the Continental in Fullerton. I was able to get ahold of Mike Bukake, and he was just arriving too, although already drunk. I've missed out on Jen's last few birthdays, so I was glad to get out to this one. We had a table there and people kept showing up. Celina met me there and she looked great, Victoria finally got to meet her and was happy about that. I got a few good handshakes from the guys there, on landing a looker. We had a great time there for a few hours despite some shady dude hammered taking money from the tip. Celina and I cut out earlier than everyone else and headed over to Charlie's. We hung out there for a while, but I was starting to feel the last few days catching up with me. I got to see a good amount of cool people there, so all was good. The cops came and soon after we headed out.

Sunday:

I promised myself I'd sleep in, and that we did. I wasn't out of bed until well after 10, it was much needed, but still not enough. We got dressed and headed out to meet up with Anthony for lunch then over to see Steve Bach at Autumn Moon Tattoo in Anaheim. We had an appointment at 1 to get some work done. Turns out we'd be there for over 8 hours, not the plan originally, but that's what happened. We played with Steve's dog Bones a bunch, laughed at some of the weird flash on the walls and AW & I both got some ink put in. Anthony was first and got a sweet gal's profile staring at a crown. I left it up to Steve to fill in a spot on my right arm and he drew up a cross with a rose. It's just outlines and shading now, but it looks great. It'll look even better when it's colored in. I was proud of CCR for hanging in there, she's a trooper and I love her to death for it.

Later in that night we had plans in Hollywood, so we were kind of rushed for time. We grabbed some food and sped to Celina's house to meet up and leave. Our plans involved watching our friend Elmo's band The Devil's Orchestra play at Camerata, and event at Cinespace. That wasn't the only reason we went though, also playing was The GERMS. We got there and grabbed some good couch spots in front, my photographer buddy Carlton was there and surprised to see me. The first band The Black Summer Crush went on and they were pretty awesome. The guitarist had a shit ton of pedals and the drummer rocked it pretty hard. Next up was The GERMS, but with Shane West (actor dude that played Darby Crash in a recent movie) instead. They were good, but I'd rather have seen Darby Crash. The Devil's Orchestra is the house band for the event, so they played last. Elmo's one of the best, most creative drummers I've ever seen play. Even The Aquabats' Ricky fitness has said "No one should be as good as that guy." They played a heavy, powerful set and got a huge cheer. It was pretty rad.

By this time, I'm fully aware that I'm drained and need some sleep. So that's exactly what I did, we got back home and I slept my ass off. Here I am, just finished spending 4 hours on a damn blog, oops. I'll make it up work, I swear...

-Chris

When's the next show?

"Your brother’s on the phone, he says it’s an emergency."

noreply@blogger.com (Chris Partida) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 21:27:00 +0000

That explained the call that I had previously silenced in my pocket while sitting in on a meeting. It was an inevitable call I had been expecting for the last week...

Rest In Peace Guadalupe "Lou" Partida, I will always love you. Hopefully your last memory of me was a good one. The last 6-7 years she'd been hit pretty hard with Alzheimer's, so it's tough to say what her last memory of me was. Especially if hidden down in her subconscious.

The last few years I've been kicking myself for not sacking up and visiting her. I have always had a uncomfortable resistance to visiting elderly homes and hospitals. The last time I was able to see my grandma was 12-24-05.

It was Christmas Eve, and I was so happy to see her. Unfortunately she wasn't able to remember who I was without a little coaching. We shared a good night in each other's company and I'm glad to know that my last words to her conveyed that I love her.

Grandma Lou, you were a beautiful person; inside and out. Go see grandpa, see you later.

Love always,

Chris