In the land of the chronic sinus infections, I am king.
I dare anyone to contest this fact. Pass the Sudafed.

Before I checked out of society for the week, it was a nice weekend. Friday, Odessa Lil MCed her fist film premier at the Victoria Theater. I was a little worried about this gig since:
a) no one would be drunk
b) they were not serving alcohol at this theater
c) the audience of 400 did not have access to alcohol…
You get the idea. But how could I say no to Fred M. Banting and his awesome film SMOK’D? Well, it turned out that Odessa Lil can abuse audience members whether they are inebriated or not, so it all went off well. We asked some trivia questions for valuable prizes such as DVDs of Crossroads (the Brittney Spears version, not the one with the Karate Kid) and The Wiz, whipped some film nerds, heard some music from Thomas Medrano of Gypsy Cab (from Fresno, YO!)…and then watched Fred’s movie! Afterwards I had to hightail it outta there and over to Thee Parkside to catch The Flakes with The Husbands. I didn’t have time to take the Odessa Lil off and, consequently, no cabs would stop for me. What, like they haven’t seen a girl with a whip before?!

Saturday continued the Fresno-theme…Lord Loves a Working Man (Max’s ex-Fresnan-Bolshevik take on 60’s soul) played a show with Harold Ray Live (Denis is from Fresno. It’s true), and BRIAN KENNY FRESNO! Yep, I even made Brett wear his Fresno Famous shirt. I think he was really impressed with Brian Kenny Fresno’s musical rendition of the Bobby Salazar menu.

The rest of the weekend was spent discussing an article Brett and I had read on a strange artist commune/architectural experiment called Druid Heights. The name alone pretty much tells you all you need to know about that, but it was just such a 1960’s Marin sort of a happening. We also became obsessed the Vallejo houseboat, which was mentioned in the article. The Vallejo had originally been a ferry boat at the end of the 1800’s and was resurrected as a beatnik houseboat in the 50’s. It’s currently docked in Sausalito after massive renovation by a dot com millionaire. We found a website that details its history. It’s amazing what can be saved from history. Generations loved and neglected it to death, and now it looks brand new. While sleeping for most of the past week, I had strange dream after dream about unusual living spaces. And then I woke up in a car hole.

Updates and stuff:
Hey hey hey...I've just posted the photos from the shoot I did with John Carey -- master of light and shadow:
<--click there, ok?

And I also got around to scanning in the photo from The Guardian, for those of you outside the reaches of our trusty free weekly. (Ok, mom!?)
<--Do it.

The next project is to get those photos up from Sunday's Spinout! (that's Brett's slot car extravaganza at a bar at the edge of the universe.) I'm working on it! But hey, I got TV to watch and a cat to talk to and stuff...and seders to go to!
The 3rd Night Seder...
I know...who the hell does third night seders? We do, apparently. Monday night was the only time the usual gang of idiots could get together and I'm so happy we did...we had Slim Jim shank bones, a bottle of Seagrams, and an accidental Haggadah fire. Oh, and a grand total of 2 1/2 Jews out of 10 guests, but I think Bethanne's cooking made a few converts. Next year in Jerusalem! Nah...

I hate it when I can remember all the lyrics but not the artist...

Well I'll drink strychnine just to quench my thirst
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
I'll drink strychnine just to quench my thirst
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
Before I go I'm gonna kill my baby first.

Well I'll take that pistol, cock it in my baby's face.
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
I'll take that pistol, cock it in my baby's face.
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
And let some graveyard be her resting place.

Well I'll bury her dig her up again.
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
I'll bury her dig her up again.
Shouldn't Do That
Shouldn't Do That
Why she left me, it was for some other man.

Well I'm crazy bout that woman, I can't see why it could be
If she left me it would be the end of me.

Are Bikinis kosher for Passover?

1. Ok, yeah, that is me on page 10 of The Guardian.

2. Ralph asks if beer is kosher for Passover…an ancient question I’m sure. The answer is of course not, but wait…what’s this?


3. InterNebbish is now officially my best friend for saying:
“You have now officially displaced Sammy Davis Jr. as sultriest/campiest Semite."
I’m going to start wearing an eye patch.

Saturday was JT and Amy’s wedding in Carmel so Brett and I made a vacation out of it. I hadn’t been in Carmel since I was a kid and I was really shocked at how incredibly quaint that place is. Did I say quaint? I meant goddamnshitfuck quaint. (Brett’s reaction to the quaintness of our surroundings was to string together a line of obscenities when pointing out the quaintness of something, as in: “Look at the goddamn fucking cobblestone in front of that motherfucking quaint Tudor cottage.”
The wedding was a truly beautiful one…AND the wedding band was Dave Gleason's Wasted Days. That really beats the usual wedding DJ or Mariachi band.
Yes, I did bring Gizmo to the wedding.
We failed to run into Clint Eastwood, but there was a post-wedding party at his bar, The Hogs Breath Inn, which had last call at 11pm. How motherfuckinggoddamn quaint!
I’ve put some pictures from Carmel up here…http://www.audrawolfmann.net/Carmel2005
preview:




From Carmel, we headed East to Fresno to see the fam. I went on a digital camera odyssey of my favorite crumbling downtown Fresno landmarks. See them here…http://www.audrawolfmann.net/FresnoApril2005
preview:




My favorite models:


Good Stuff This Coming Up This Weekend:

Saturday:
The Phantom Surfers REUNION, The Del Lames, and The Mothballs
at The Ivy Room -858 San Pablo @ Solano Ave., Albany

Sunday: 4pm to 9ish pm.
Spinout{[!]} returns to the Riptide Lounge on Sunday April 24th! RocknRoll, beer, slot car racing. What more could you ask for on a Sunday afternoon? Okay, how about this: it's FREE! (except the beer part. Such are the ways of Capitalism).
The Riptide Lounge. 3639 Taraval St (at 47th Avenue). Plenty of parking. Or take the L-Taraval, which stops right in front of the place. Brother's Pizza (mmmmm!) is right next door.