New Thing #129: I went to the Sunset Junction for the first time. (You could argue that this is a lie because, in truth, I HAVE been to the Sunset Junction before--twice--but both previous Sunset Junction outings were about 30 minutes long and I didn't really "do" the junction, whereas yesterday I was there for, like, six hours, and dem junctions was done up. For the first real time.)
New Thing #130: I met fellow LA playwright and blogger, Kyle, of Frank's Wild Lunch (we hadn't started taking pictures yet, so I didn't get a picture of him) (but I read his blog every day--love it--and was so excited to meet him), and I was a total dork (the "dork" part isn't new, just the part about meeting Kyle) because I saw him and totally recognized him immediately and in my head I was like, "oh my god it's kyle from frank's wild lunch!" and then he saw me and recognized me (this all happened very quickly and very simultaneously) and then I walked up to him and we hugged a hello and then I started having this (minor) anxiety attack because people kept making faces at me about the t-shirt I was wearing and saying things about my shirt (which I will explain in a few paragraphs) and while Kyle and I were in the middle of our hello hug, my brain started to race and I was like, "wait, what if this ISN'T kyle, what if this man was just trying to say something about my shirt and then I suddenly mauled him with this suddenly very inappropriate hug" and then the hug broke apart and I looked at Kyle and I was like, "what's your name?" And Kyle's friends looked at me, like, "why did this random guy just come over here and hug Kyle and then ask Kyle what his name was?" And then Kyle said "Kyle" and I sighed, happy that I was right, that, yes, this WAS kyle, but then embarrassed that I'd doubted myself and had this funny/awkward moment.
New Thing #131: I danced with a really drugged-up, strange, lovely woman (like no one was watching). (Pictured) (I'm not taking the time to put these by the correct pictures, because I have to grab some dinner before my writing group, but, you know, it's one of these pictures.) (She was on so many drugs.) (Oh, wait, it's the picture above this paragraph, I guess I am paying attention, sort of.)
New Thing #132: I spent an entire day wearing a shirt with a picture of my own face on it. Several people kept saying to me, "there's a picture of your face on your shirt," and finally I was like (and I forget who I said this to), "is that really weird?" And they were like, "it's weird," and then they paused and said: "but it's good weird." The shirt (again, it's pictured in one of these pictures, not sure which one, cuz I ain't looking for it right now) was a belated birthday gift from my brother Josh (who I still have not given a birthday gift to, and his birthday was a week before mine, and Josh: I have not forgotten! You will get a gift when you least expect it, i.e. the next time I show up at your house at one in the morning, randomly), he made the shirt, it has a freeze-frame image from the youtube video we made together (which, if you haven't seen it, you can see it here: ERIK MAKES A BANANA, aka I MAKE BANANAS) and underneath the picture it says "I make bananas" and it's the coolest shirt in the whole wide world, I love it so much, and I don't think it's weird to wear a shirt that has a picture of your own face on it as long as the words "I make bananas" are written underneath the picture.
Oh, but wait, I just want to point out that in one of these pictures, I'm smiling and it looks like I have a really dirty front tooth, but I DON'T HAVE A REALLY DIRTY FRONT TOOTH. That's actually a bunch my incredibly long mustache hairs bunching up in front of my not-dirty front tooth.
This is a really odd assortment of photos, but that's the thing about the Sunset Junction: it's fucking odd, but it's also kinda fucking beautiful. (You know, all of the wonderful east side freaks of Los Angeles coming out for hot dogs, popcorn, music, beer, bears, and carny games.)