Brandon Rice
Distributed Producer
Wow.... you should write a book Mark...
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I continue to have hope that some day it will. We'll try it again when you come out here. But bring yours along again just in case.
Hey had a great time with you guys last night! Gotta do it again!
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damn dude, don't you sleep?
midnight oil has a nice aroma to it... but, it's only 1am where you are...
Later,
Jason
An interesting day yesterday. It started with meetings at the Gaucho Grill on Ventura and moved to Monster Shack East where we got into Luis' liquor & cereal malt beverages.
Zak Forsman and Matty G. arrived with the ever delightful Long Beach Girl.
Testosterone was flowing which led to discussions that escalated to arguments and disputes. Being the alpha males we are, it was determined that the only way to resolve these controversies was through a blood sport: bowling.
Matty G. threw the gauntlet at young master Hyten and the stocky Guatemalan Luis challenged yours truly. Due to my advanced age and crippling war injuries, Luis generously offered me a handicap of 40 pins. I quickly seized the opportunity and the only thing left was to determine the stakes of these awesome wagers.
When one's pride and manhood is on the line what possible prize could be sufficient to humiliate one's foe while pumping up one's ego? Sexual favors from one's girlfriend came to my mind first, but the absence of a distaff counterpart in The Dude's social life precluded such terms. More beer and whiskey were consumed and finally the perfect solution was decided upon: the losers would be required to purchase indoor RC helicopters for the victors (and not those crappy $20 helicopters that Luis has -- no, these had to be minimum purchase price $80 beauties!)
Mr. Forsman and his magical micro camera accompanied us to the local lanes where the field of battle would commence.![]()
Before combat was joined on the alleys, food was consumed at the cafe accompanied by various insults and threats. Eventually we were attired in the multi-colored shoes required by the sport and the contests began. Luis was brilliant through the seventh frame and was handily kicking my ass well beyond the 40-pin advantage (in spite of my nickname I am, as a bowler, a better golfer). Matty and Tim were locked in a furiously even-handed match for their part.
Eventually divine intervention in the form of electronic malfunction of the pinsetter led to our party being moved to another set of lanes. The result was Luis collapsing like a cardtable as his string of spares came to an abrupt halt. On track for a score of 180, Luis was able to squeeze out only 135 while my loins were girded to throw a smashing (for me) 98. Matty stumbled and was unable to put away the drunk asian to whom he succumbed by about 8 pins I believe. It was glorious.
Fresh from victory we drove to Hollywood and Highland to celebrate at Hooters. We were joined by the irrepressible MIKE INSANE who rocks beyond measure. ZAK telephoned Jamie (aka Forsman Woman) and always popular actor OLIVER NOBLE arrived at the same time as professional guitarist DANE MARKINSON. Finally, the second place finishing Twilight Fest team (Work of Art) of MIKE MANNING and WES BARKER arrived to pound brews with us.
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Eventually we left at about 1:00 a.m. losing ZAK, JAMIE, MATTY G., LONG BEACH GIRL, MIKE, WES and OLIVER. We ended up at Big Wang's where MIKE INSANE picked up the tab after my BOA card strangely was declined (where's my bailout dammit, Obama?). Many props to LUIS, TIM, MIKE, and AMAZING BRUCE who joined us late. You guys know how to party.
I have located a 39 buck micro wireless camera (9 grams) that we are going to mount on one of our new helicopters. We plan to use it to do a podcast with ZAK as soon as Luis ponies up the bucks for the prizes!