Another new quasi-brother-in-law. La Quinta Resort, 05.02.2009.
With upcoming MTV’s True Life star Adam Bennett. La Quinta Resort, 05.03.2009. Wedding Day. It was also his 27th birthday.
I just got an email from artist Allan Ostermann with the above attachment and the following message:
This one is officially dedicated to you. And Axl.
Allan calls this piece Jace (Axl)TM. I can’t speak for the other guy, but I’m honored. Thanks man!
I’ve known Allan for a while now, ever since he stumbled into our epic SoCal nostalgiafest here on this site. Cranking out new pieces like a machine, he’s a perfect example of an artist just doing his job, as Elizabeth Gilbert puts it. Go check out more of Allan’s work on his site, The Art of Allan Ostermann.
With my new friend and new quasi-sister-in-law’s relatively new stepfather, John Bennett. La Quinta Resort, 05.03.2009.
I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I take the blue pill?
I’m pissed.
We live just a few blocks from Fort MacArthur here in the port town of San Pedro near the Los Angeles Harbor. Fort Mac slash Angels Gate is one of our favorite spots in the rotation for morning strolls and evening prowls.
It’s happened: Twitter as left the planet. NASA’s Mike Massimino aka @Astro_Mike is part of a seven-person crew that left Cape Canaveral today, and will be tweeting his extraterrestrial adventures along the way. Go follow him, as well as @NASA.
Because this is still killing me. Let me explain.
One of the highlights of last weekend would have to be meeting, among other great people, my new friend Frank. Halfway through one of our conversations at the pool on the night of the reception, Beast walks up to me and whispers, “Don’t look now, but Grohl is here.”
I figured Beast was probably referring to a pizza guy behind me or something. Or a party latecomer. Planning to give it a few seconds before turning around and looking obvious, I put my beer back on the cocktail table and turned to resume my convo with Frank.
And then I almost ruptured a spleen.
