Volcomics, Death, Rock n Roll, and No Reservations

Some events for things that people graciously invited me to that I’m behind on mentioning anything about…



Volcom Comics ( = Volcomics)



Some of you may remember Fay (not too tough a code name to figure out - much like Sparkle's was - dang, I miss the old crew), who used to own Fuse (shout out to those who recall the Halloween party I hosted there - Celebrity Morgue...heh), and now owns Space Gallery on Polk. I was over at Surfline and happened to notice that the SF release party for Volcomics was going to be at his venue, and phoned him up to get details. That same day, my membership info arrived from The Surfrider Foundation, which included an International Surfing Day t-shirt, and lots of great info on saving our beaches. I put on the t-shirt, and headed down to Space. I ran into a few familiar faces and throngs of skaters, surfers, artists, writers, and general mayhem makers all behaving themselves in a peacefully energetic fashion. Good vibes were had by all. Not to mention, Volcom had made it an open bar, complete with live music upstairs. Nifty event - and I got a free first issue of the comic, plus a gander at a wide variety of art on the walls. I met some interesting new freaky people, too.



In the dance world, another set of tango shoes falls silent on the floorboards: Pupi Castello has passed away (last Saturday - I found out yesterday when checking the tango in-box, which I don't do very often these days). May he join all the other great Milongueros in the sky, to dance on clouds.



Some weekends back, Miss DebG held a BBQ after a photo shoot for the Survivors of the Summer of Love (which you can learn more about over at her Livejournal), which I attended. I'll pretty much go anywhere she tells me to, as long as she's cooking. We had a delightful mess of vittles (ok, ok, it was cuisine...but after meeting Bill The Cat, who does indeed look pretty much identical to the Bloom County Bill The Cat...I just had to use the term vittles), including Teriyaki chicken, roasted fall-off-the-bone pork (Bill's favorite), a cherry-fudge torte of sorts (yes, Deb, I know I'm getting this wrong), some kind of vegetarian bean salad that was quite good, tossed salad, and many Belinis. I had the pleasure of meeting Deb's rock n' roll friends (being in the presence of greatness is a huge understatement here), and being hypnotized by Zmayhem's sweat-pea of a baby. For some strange reason, that baby stares at me from the moment she arrives, until the moment she leaves. She has full conversations with my face in baby-talk, whether I'm looking at her or not. Everyone found it quite eerie, to say the least, but I enjoyed it immensely. To be the center of a baby's attention for an hour is a gift. To be the center of a baby's attention for 5 hours and not be the one feeding her...is priceless.



Last week the Nob Hill Grille fellahs gave me an advance screening promotional pass for two to go see No Reservations, which was a cutesy single-parent family-making feel-gooder with plenty of eye candy. I did not cry...though I think the actress that plays the kid is fantastic. Hot Mark (tm) came with, and we both assessed the movie as good, but not really anything we'd have paid to see. We walked to the Bigfoot afterwards, had a nightcap, and then I walked home. There is something so satisfying about being able to walk to all the things you'd like to do in an evening.



Well...back to the script grind. 3 down; 3 to go. Possibly 4. I found out they are using these to pitch to clients/companies looking to do more (or some) business with us. Yikes! No pressure there.

Labels: comics, friends, music

posted by Rain at 11:43 AM