To the center of the city

Saturday night proved to be another reason why I need to move to NYC: taxi cabs and all night dance parties. In honor of John Peel's death-iversary, there was some art show/dance party in LA that me and the gay boyfriends attended, complete with a taxi ride there and phone-a-friend ride home. I'm pretty sure I did a number on my liver and lungs that night but when Belle and Sebastian are blasting from turntable speakers, a girl has to flashdance her way through the night. Twee pop had my dance card filled to the margin and I'm not sorry to say so.

So a move to NYC or San Francisco is in order because I'm tired of driving home during the witching hours. Cheap taxis and adequate public transportation, please. Granted it's all the more reason to stumble home drunk but at least, I'll be doing it safely. I've hurt myself with parked vehicles, think of me in a moving vehicle. Danger to society, much?

On a more global scale, perhaps a move to a foreign European country is on order. They've got public transportation down to the wire and drinking is a national pastime. Now to just find a job there or smuggle myself across borders, same diff.

Love from Wien!

Drunk in Vienna right now, loving the city and had my first meal in a restaurant in 48 hours. So far, the roll call has been Dublin, Budapest. The second was more of an accident as there was fog where our flight should have landed in Bratislava, where I sat by the most horrid family. Grown sons that may have never heard of a "shower" and parents who were hacking up a lung complete with phlem. Lovely. So we took a train from Budapest to Vienna instead. Next stop, Prague.

Debauchery at its finest

I've been waiting a few years to be able to say it, but now my time has come. If someone were to ask me, "Hey, Cam, what are you doing this weekend?" I can finally say, and ever so nonchalantly, "Oh, Europe."

Sweet satisfaction.

Excited? Kinda, waiting for the plane to take off before I realized how real the trip is. I was more excited about finding a new brand of cigarettes today: Camel Crush. I keep a strange balance of priorities. But I'm going to quit (read: stop for a while) smoking after Europe. Okay, I take that back. After Halloween. I promise. Sort of.

Carne Asada is not a crime

Long live the taco trucks!

Just stand there and look pretty

Sarah Palin is dumber than a sack of quarters. There, I've said it. Ugh, I have such frustration aimed at her that I want to buy a plane ticket to Wasilla, Alaska and kick a moose in the nuts. But how insulting towards the moose, so maybe I'll just throw a pageant sash inscribed with "Go Home Beauty Queen" at her house. Because that's how she acted at the VP debate, if you can even call it that. Biden answered questions and presented positions he stood behind. Palin offered cliches. Mothereffing cliches. "Enough playing the blame game." "Maverick of reform." And what reforms did she speak about? Not any that I can recall. Nor can I recall her answering any questions, aside from gay marriages being a state thing. She never told us how different the McCain administration would be from Bush, despite simply saying that the administrations are different. No exit plan for Iraq was mentioned either, even though strategies have been talked about. What strategies? I scoff at the notion that McCain's a man who "knows how to win a war, he's been there." What war are we talking about? The Vietnam one that lasted about 75 years and lead to the evacuation of Saigon as US troops pulled out? Palin sounded as vapid as a high school football coach before the big game in that sense. Her notions of "we will win the war" strikes me as a Bush administration saying, as I wonder what are we trying to "win" in Iraq? Democracy in that country? Freedom? Prevention of a modern day Domino Effect? Keep Iraq from being a terrorist state and hopefully the nearby countries will do that same? Yes, because that idea worked so wonderfully well in Vietnam.

The pundits are saying that she held her own. I guess you can call being able to speak in complete sentences as holding your own, but if that's the case, give me a soapbox and I'll be the man with the megaphone. If anything, I adore Biden for telling the American public how Obama plans to change the current unsightly state of the US versus Palin who must have pulled a time wrap and slipped into her beauty pageant mood with her smiles and winks. So thanks, Sarah Palin, for pulling a Miss South Carolina but in a more eloquent way.