records, movie stars, and weed

Ever get the feeling that something is going to happen, and then it does? I recently met a guy who told me if I ever have a really good feeling about something, to keep it to myself and not tell anyone about it. Well this past weekend was a collaboration of good feelings that I tried to keep to myself, and no longer can.

Friday night my girlfriends decide they wanted to go to Amoeba Records in Hollywood, which I was all about since I hadn't been in quite some time. I get the rest of my shift covered and take off from work and in no time find myself cruisin down the 101.

So I wont mention names but the people that I am with decided they wanted to 'smoke' before we went into the record store, which I was fine with even though I personally didnt want any. With fergies glamorous blaring through the speakers, and smoke filling the brim of the car, we decide - its time and hobble out to make our way over to the elevator.

Now remember that good feelin of something thats going to happen I mentioned at the beginning? Well heres where it comes into play.. were all walking over to the elevator and see a small bald fat man with a woman with curly hair right in front of us. None of us really pay much attention to it, and continue our way into the elevator. As we step in and this small man turns around, we realize that we 3 girls, and a strange man were sharing an elevator with Danny Devito and Rhea Perlman- ya thats right, the fucking penguin and that chick from cheers.

I start blabbing about which floor number to press, yelling something along the lines of " THE BUTTONS UHHH THE BUTTONS", my girlfriend turns her entire body over, and stares with her bloodshot stoned eyes at Mr. Devito starting from his feet up to HIS eyes, and then slowly turns around, and who knows what the random dude was thinking. It was the most awkward/awesome minute of my life. Then he proceeded to laugh and say, " ...NIGHT GIRLS" as he left, leaving us in an uproar of disbelieve.

We were flabbergasted, and it left us in total shock but once it settled we walked over to Amoeba with shit grins on our faces thinking nothing could get better. Right then is when someone went over the intercom and said something along the lines of " ....DOUG MARTSCH FROM BUILT TO SPILL IS SHOPPING..." To which I ran down stairs to greet the frontman of one of the influentical artists to the soundtrack of my life. And you know what, I dont care if I sound creepy- he was sweet as fuck, and I got a picture with him.


I really do love living in Los Angeles, and when you do see someone 'famous' it still takes you aback, it makes you realize that theyre not a fictional character, that they just a normal person like you. Expect when you see them stoned/ or with a contact high, you freak out and only imagine the penguin staring back at you.