5..4..3..2..1..Tahoe!

Yeah, I was in Tahoe last week. Drove up in the midst of a proper winter storm. Even In and Out Burger lost power. Oh, and it snowed like a bastard as well.

















It had been a while since I'd been involved with snow chains and I suppose I was a bit underdressed in a leather jacket and converse. I have really grown to hate the cold weather. Most California kids are amped by the snow because it is such a rarity to them. After a dozen or so winters in the Northeast I am over the novelty of snow. Really, is this the face of a man who enjoys fresh powder?

















I will say this though: It was stunningly beautiful in the mountains last week.






















































When we arrived at the cabin (after a six hour drive) I traded up for some second-hand warm weather gear. This is what the hip kids are wearing on the slopes these days. Expect to see them in Milan and NY by spring. Just remember who started it...



















I am a complete and total jackass who can only possibly bring embarrassment to himself and his family. Well, that said, here's me in a neon snow suit humping a snowman...


















Man, that fucking deer was a real pain in the ass.


















The following day we hit the slopes. Everyone was ashamed to be within 50 feet of my LA Gear snow pants so I was lent some proper clobber (Noun. Clothing and/or accessories). Thanks christ for that too, because it was downright Baltic. It actually looks like I am in Chechnya aiding the refugees. Oh man am I going to get a punch in the neck for that one.

















Before the day was out we had scaled the mountain and gone ice skating (which I happen to be quite proficient at) on top.

















I had beardcicles.















It was an experience, for sure. I am glad to be home and warm and looking for a coffee table. In spite of my current status as a mountain man, I am becoming quite domestic. I even bought a rice cooker the other day.

Ladies and Gentlemen

We will now be traveling sideways...

1,000 Birthday Parties

New Year's this year was a quiet one. I had a drink at my local, played some pinball, had a few glasses of champagne and watched the fireworks from my roof. I was in bed before 3. I'm sure I wasn't the only one. People started puking Mums through their noses outside my apartment at 8:30pm, and Haight St. was like a goddamn disco rodeo by 11pm. All that aside, happy new year everyone.
















I celebrated a bit early this year, I suppose. A few of us kids went to see The Flaming Lips, Gnarles Barkley and Cat Power at The Bill Graham. Cat Power was a bit on the not so great side, but the rest of the night, as usual, was amazing. The place was rammed as well.














The Flaming Lips made a classic P-Funk entrance via a giant spaceship. That's class.










































And then all hell broke loose. And by hell I mean a few dozen or so confetti cannons belching little paper dots everywhere, hundreds of balloons raining down and a couple strobe lights and maybe some fake blood. Perfect recipe for a New Year's Eve Eve.










































I'm sure I've said it before, but it really is impossible to have a shit time at a flaming lips show....really. Every time I pay for something in a store I pull a bit wad of confetti out of my pocket...the party continues.