I know I haven't blogged in a while, but now it's time to start again! Here we go: Last night was quite bizarre. It started out fine but then took a turn. I've been sick for quite some time (since late August) and really haven't done very much lately, aside from work and school. Now that I am better, I went out with some friends (Karen, Cammie, and Olivia) to dinner at Olive Garden last night. It was quite pleasant and we had some good food and good laughs. A couple days before I had told Cammie, who is trying to get into film school at CSU Long Beach, of a place to film a scene for her entry/portfolio project. I went on to say that there was an old looking jail in San Juan Capistrano (near the mission) that would fit in well. After dinner Cammie, Olivia, and I (Karen couldn't come. Too bad, she missed out) went down to SJC to look around that location I had mentioned. After about a half-hour of driving around the entire area, she decided we should get out of the car and go by foot. At that point I warned that here had been a rape in the area two days before and that we should be careful. We started walking down the street around 10 p.m. and this guy (most likely in his 30s) came out of a house with his shirt off and started to strike up a conversation with us. Mostly the question of "What are you all doing here this late?" Cammie went on to tell him that she is trying to get into film school and is looking for places to shoot a film that is a mixture of cowboys and ninjas (coincidently that is also the title of the project). He went on to say that he had lived in the area for 14 years and that he could help us out. He then offered Cammie and Olivia beers (after asking our ages) in mason jars and gave me a soda in an unopened can. I told Cammie that I had a bad feeling about this, but she said that she had the police on speed dial in case. Meanwhile, there was a young girl (most likely 21...we hope) that came out of the small house with just a long shirt on--no pants. If you're wondering, yes, the shirt was long enough as to not reveal anything. She then went back into the house to put jeans on. Our mystery man then put a shirt on and gave us our drinks. We sat on his porch and he started asking Cammie about the movie and said that she's doing it the wrong way. He then proceeded to tell us the way he would do it. He said that she should instead add monsters and they should be fighting all of the former Presidents of the United States, and that Godzilla should be included along with strange conspiracy ideas from the 60s. While he was talking with us, the girl (named Casey) is all over this guy like white on rice! They were drinking all of this wine and they were obviously on something more than alcohol. Casey then said to me that should thought I was cute. I politely said thank you. The man then asked each of us what we thought was the best movie of all time. Olivia said her favorite, Cammie said her favorite, and I said "Singin' in the Rain." I said that it was a good movie and that it was considered the best at the time it was released. He then proceeded to sing a few bars of Singin’ In The Rain. He abruptly stopped and asked if I had ever heard of a gramophone. He then asked just me to come into his house, while the girls stayed outside. While I got up to go into this man's house, Casey said once again that she thought I was cute. When I entered the home, I made a quick scan of the floor plan. It was a nice one level house, with one bedroom, a small kitchen, a small living room, and most likely one bathroom. There were also some nice furnishings as well. I’m not exactly sure of the actual name of the décor. It seemed like a mix of several things, such as the paintings at Elephant Bar, dark wood (from the Indies?), and Pier One furniture/Bombay Company furniture. He took me over to his gramophone and showed me how it worked, opened it up, explained that the needles can only be used a couple of times, etc. Meanwhile outside, Olivia and Cammie were talking with Casey. They asked her some basic questions like "Are you from California, do you live here, etc." She responding in a nonchalant, drunk, free and easy, polite sort of way to all of them by stating "It doesn't matter." Casey then stated to the girls that I was hot, and that I was a "keeper." I had overheard this while the man was demonstrating how to null the sound of the gramophone by throwing a sock into the horn. At that point Casey came into the house and the girls poured their beers out into the bushes. Cammie said to them that we had had to go because Olivia had to get to work early the next day (which was true, but it wasn't that late). We got the heck out of there and had a long discussion in the car about the incident. Thus concludes the bizarre experience of Tuesday, October 9, 2007. In other blogging news I have noticed that I keep getting several hits daily on this blog simply because I have made so many posts about Yogurt Land. That's all for now kids. 'Til next time! | 
