So i went to Mexico.

Saw my dad's house.

And my mom's house.

Came back and Danny B. was there to great meet.

More Coming.

Upon my return from Praha, 6.6.06 came around, which can only mean one thing… Phoebe’s birthday.

So I joined her at this cool little LES bar, Les Enfant Terribles, for some celebration.

Jenna made it out.

As did the Cunis Sam.

And the friends (more unpictured).

Happy Birthday Sis! (you can’t even guess how old she is, she still looks so good, but I’ll give you a hint, she’s the oldest of 5).

I couldn’t stay too long, because just up the street, old Catey Eli was rocking it out at CBGBs with his The Zox. I met up with other cate alums for some Miller fanship.

Jenna and I did our usual concert canoodling.

Dvorak loved it.

Brent, who I had not seen in fucking years, represented.

Of course, Zox rocked.

You know Ryang was there to rock.

Then trying to get my picture with the rockstar himself, I had to wait on and wade through a small groupie contingent that wanted him all to themselves. (eli loving it every minute of it).

At the end I met John’s new girl. They also got together at work, so of course I forced the work couples pic.

Friday was a return to some poker.

I played a very loosy goosy game, getting too cocky on bluffs and chasing to boot, and found myself down sixty. So I buckled down and grinded out to about forty, only to take Bomba down with some tricky over betting when I had two pair right at the end to come out ten bucks profit.

But the story does not end there, it was commented that Ryan has been the butt of the poker areas of this blog recently. I don’t know why, but I have been getting his number the last few weeks, but he played much tighter and stronger this time, hardly talking when he was involved with a hand, and betting forcibly. And when tournament time came around, and I tried to bluff him out, he made a good call and sent me home packing losing thirty dollars, ushering me off the table with the very apropos “Put that in your little blog!”

Saturday night, after watching the cute, but sometimes a bit studid “Prarie Home Companion,” Jenna got attacked by the sodomizing patriotic firehydrant.

And we witnessed some indie movie film a block away from my house.

Sunday, Mexico defeated Iran in the World Cup, thank god, and Jenna and I went to the Blues and BBQ festival.

Where we met up with her friends.

Waited in a long ass line.

To get some down home brisket from a master pitboss.

MMMMnnnnn! Delicious.

And what do we do in  the park with our Q?

Why play phase 10 of course. I had never played before, but ended up teaching the salty vets a lesson on the rules by actually reading them.

I checked out my favorite comic book shop nearby only to find fellow Wesleyanite of ’02 Genvieve working there.

Monday, Jenna took me out to the Starlight Mints at Bowery Ballroom.

She wasn’t having any fun, even though I though they were okay, so I had to take it up a notch. Sometimes you just got to rock out with your cock out.

Wednesday, Jenna and I missed a special work diner cause we had to, well, work. So they let us go out by ourselves on the company to get some din din. Thanks PS!

Which brings us to next week, where I am taking Jenna to mexico for some Vaca, so don’t expect an update until after that. Till then, tootles!

So. Work sent me off to Prague for ten days to assist Maury on a new Dell job with rush schedule. The seven hour plane ride was no fun, to say the least.

Especially when the nice young lady to our left had a fucking cat, which I am allergic too.

But we survived and got to the beautiful Hotel Aria all in one piece.

And it’s a pretty dope hotel indeed. Check out my room.

My soft, warm, cushy bed.

My orchid.

The cool little lobby.

The view from the roof deck.

The hotel itself from said roof.

The only time to do tourist stuff was our arriving day, but I took a longer nap than I should have, so I got to a late start that I would later forget. I did get to see some Czech hippies banging drums and turning a wheel, though.

And I don’t know about you, but when I buy art, I also want to fakt.

I headed off to the one of the premier tourist sites, the Karluv Most (Charles Bridge to you non-Prahians)

Which was crowded as fucking heck.

If I had blogged my Europe trip, which I will someday I swear, you would know that everytime I tried to cross this bridge, it rained. Well, the curse continued yet again.

Beggars over there are all business. They pick a position stick with it.

Next in the tour is the magical main square crazy clock.

These weird saints come out when a skeleton pulls a chord.

And so do everybody else.

I continued the tourist spirit by ingesting some local pastry which gets roll fried right in front of you.

Relishing it in the gorgeous plaza.

Then I finished the circuit by hitting the old jewish synagoge.

Old jewish cemetery.

And the crazy soviet park with a weird oil rig thing in the middle.

The next day, Maury and I met our doom. The closet like room we would spend 15 hour days in.

Maury tried to stay in there and cut most of the time, but once I did my two hours of dailies, I tried to get onto the set.

Which had so many extras.

And this rancid nacho cheese platter I could not stop eating.

I even joined the firm.

On the way home I showed the creatives a thing or two by doing some long exposure, which they then emulated on their own cam.
 

And maury and I ate at the restaurant next door, which had a cool talble for two.

On the ceiling.

Next morning I hit the incredible breakfast spread at the Coda restaurant.

With its insanely ornamented watermelon.

This would be my breakfast of champions.

The shoot moved to the second studio, where I found this cool little mock up.

And the look got more futuristic.

Found this puppy, and took it for a spin.

As well as this precaution sign for jenna.

And the D-force (my didn’t stick work nickname) sticker.

Food on set is usually a bit weird, but in Praha they take it to the next level. Case in point the roast pig spit.

And the hot dog sodomizer. You puncture the bread witht the spike, then you fuck the whole with the dog and eat it.

Besides that, the food trailer treated us okay. They had to, they catered Van Helsing and XXX, for crying out loud.

That night we drove into the sunset to hit the hotel.

This would be the only night we made it back before 11pm, so we went to eat at a very hip nice restaurnt, Kampa Fish, which we got to just on a lark. I went with the paint your own fish option.

Which tasted pretty damn good.

The last day I went stripes.

Caught some beautiful clouds.

Visited the set for the last time.

Manicured my moustache to its widest presentation ever.

And finally said goodbye to the wonderful Prague Studios.

Knowing I needed to not sleep to catch some zzz on the flight, I wasted some time putting on my slippies.

And running a bath. I hadn’t had one of those in years, and boy was it relaxing. I highly recommend it.

For the flight, I had to carry four film flats from the shoot. It was supposed to be two, but they surprised me with four and it sucked. Them shits are heav-ee.

Lets just say, both maury and I were ready for home.

Especially when this annoying guy, who had been on our trup over, appeared yet again to chatter his loudmouth observations away.

There was only one solution, Tylenol pm to the rescue.

And not even much of a resuce, the 8 hour flight back sucked a hairy ass.

But I made it to my company car home.

And finally got to hug my baby.

Thanks Praha, for everything.

(this subsequent week has been busy as well, but we shall get to it later.)