Stopped by Sqirl this morning to cop some ginger fig scones and almond milk lattes when I ran into ya boy Dan Haren. I asked him what he did to get his groove back last night against the OC Anaheim Mighty Angels of Orange County of Anaheim (California), and he said he gives credit to royal jelly propolis bee pollen and taking off his bluetooth when he does Runyon. Based Honeycutt overheard this and just walked away shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about poetry.
Pushed my way through the throng of sad boys at the recent Young Lean show and found the homie Drew “Booty” Butera looking real deal sad that he couldn’t get his Arizona autographed. I told him to just chill and find Lean after the show but he said, “Its 2002 and I’m emotional.”
So I went to a fundraiser carnival at the Waldorf School in the ‘dena to audit some vibes for my infant son (never too early to think about education), when I happened upon this gnarly scene! Hanley was doing his thing on the dunk tank, just playing the game, y’know? Well, what appeared to be a gang of bully thugs decided that he wasn’t playing it by the dunk tank rules that they grew up on in their city, so they all started throwing at him instead of the target! Wow, really uncool, bros. Not sure if I wanna expose my kid to this, considering home schooling now. What do you think?
Needed some post-yoga rejuvenation/alkalizing/detox/nourishment so I swung by Moon Juice, #Addicted. Of course Tommy was in there hamming it up and pushing a new drink idea on the owners. “You ladies are gonna love this; you coldpress some plum tomatoes, garlic, parsey, basil, with a pinch of kosher salt and you’ve got a refreshing juice that will get you out of any squeeze!” Wow Tommy! Sounds so #yum.
My friend’s all-Thai-Elvis-impersonator Misfits tribute band was playing Harvard and Stone the other night, so I stopped in for a little burlesque action and some rye cocktails. Wandered back to the R&D bar to find my favorite mixologist Brian Wilson getting prepped to make some magic.
Nothing breaks this mans stride! I was out taking my pooch for a stroll around “the lake” when I happened upon my man Puig being a soops responsible dog owner. His Havanese Bichon “Pinga” was so well mannered. Puig continues to show more maturity on and off the field!
Was at Origami picking up the new Suburban Light rerelease on 180 gram when I ran into SVS and JP Howell. Scotty seemed perturbed to hear JP say that Coda was his favorite Led Zep album.
Stopped by Sunset Pho for a late night bowl after the game and ran into Erisbel Arruebarruena and Carlos Triunfel. Arry said he was happy to be here because he couldn’t find a decent Bun Cha Gio anywhere in Albuquerque and Los said that he hasn’t had Ban Xeo Chay this good outside of Tacoma.
Went to a tasting last night at Silver Lake Wine and found a very bummed Matt Kemp pounding Riesling after Riesling. I asked him what was up and he said “I think I made Carl slip with my MIND.”
I decided to hit the Standard rooftop for a dip and some Memorial Day mojitos, and I got to witness Dodger legend Hideo Nomo welcome Josh Beckett to the No-No Club! So sick! Congrats, Josh!