The wheels on the bus...

Every single person has a Bus (single as in unattached, not as in each). I'm giving you a pop culture lesson, you should pay attention. Now, it's not called The Bus because it IS a bus... it's just a name. The Bus is the place you take members of the opposite sex who are cool. Not necessarily ones you are interested in, but just ones who are of the opposite gender. In Atlanta my bus was The Majestic-- the coolest cafe in the entire world, open and never closed since 1929. I don't know how that came to be my bus, except that one day I realized that I had, at some point, been there with every guy I had ever met, usually to study. In California, I think my bus is rapidly becoming... well... the bus. Line 20.

First I meet my Jared Leto 3rd Street lookalike who saved me from a barking homeless man, then tonight I am sitting on Bus 20 when a woman comes in and there is no place for her. So I jump up and give her my seat, making me and one other guy my age the only two people standing in the bus. And I happen to be reading "A History Of The World In Nine Guitars," which is a book by a French author designed for one sole purpose: for girls to read in front of guys to impress them. Orrrrr for girls who miss France and have a raging music passion to read because they are stuck on the bus for two hours a day. So I am reading it when I look up and accidentally catch this guy's eye, and he says "That book looks amazing." And I am stuck trying to explain it to him. And suddenly the only word that comes into my head is "vignette." My amazing ex-roommate used to make fun of me all the time for using big words. I wouldn't call 8 letters big, but how else do you explain the concept? It was the only thing that came into my head. Anyway, it turns out this guy was from Kentucky (from the city though) BUT he was ultra-impressed that I knew Red River Gorge (I say that as though I spend all my free time there. Yeah right, but I can navigate my way through the Nada Tunnel and back again-- and I know how to pronounce it), and as it turns out, he's been camping at Miguel's, which is my all-time absolute favorite restaurant in the history of the world. That's what you get when you live in the US-- you MEET people and you always have something in common.
And then you realize that the only other thing you have in common is the fact that you are both ghetto enough to be 21 years old and taking the bus through downtown Los Angeles.

Nevertheless. After a mediocre weekend, it was a good day. I'm doing "real" work at the label-- I spent today ordering Immortal banners for the Warped Tour and then updating sales sheets for the latest album by Hot Rod Circuit, which is awesome, because I am actually LEARNING things about, you know, everything. And to put it in the words of Yuri, the guy that's been teaching it all to me, "I'm the only one that's gonna teach you anything, so follow what I say and you'll be great." He is awesome.

Highs/Lows of the weekend:
High: Finding Thank You Mart-- an awesome vintage store in Westwood Village, where everything costs $3.99 Purchases: two t-shirts and a belt buckle shaped like a roulette wheel.
Low: Getting shrieked at by a homeless dude on the Bus on the way home from Thank You Mart.
High: Jared Leto and Will Smith coming to my rescue.
Low: Getting sick on Saturday night.
High: The Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica-- I found a store that sells only cupcakes and another that sold REAL FRENCH CREPES AND REAL French coffee. I almost peed my pants out of excitement.
Low: Still not finding a job, finding out the other intern at the label applied for and got the job I told her I was applying for at a place on Sunset. I didn't bother turning in my app after that.
High: Discovering a sushi place only a couple blocks from my place.

Sidenote: I'm going to Warped tour with wristbands, which means umm... backstage access?
ROCK.ON.

Oh, and then I applied for a job today at a place that looks just like the cafes I just abandoned in France, and while applying, a pirate brought me a limeade, so that was cool.
Ciao,
B