THEATRICAL ON THEATER LANE...

BELIEVE IT OR NOT - Part II

swap meet-saturday, august 27, 2010: finding what we could find we stumbled upon a kitchy, green, unassuming guitar. little did we know it would be touched by a genius, it would become legendary. gabel a huge fan of all things music, drew near to the instrument like flies to dung and what he did next may surprise you. looking up he closed his eyes... as if channeling all great guitar legends at once... he smirked... a ray of light cast over him... i believe the clouds had there been any parted, but i can't be sure. he was all there was in the swap meet... all else was no longer and he rose above all the nothingness. and he strummed... he strummed i said... and it sounded something like this...

BELIEVE IT OR NOT - Part I

so the gabel, the duke and myself found ourselves in sunny santa barbara on business... monkey- business that is... and while meandering along the boardwalk we stopped at the skate park to take in the talent. before long little gabel had hopped up on the park wall to take a closer look at the gravity defying spectacles before us. a twinkle in his eyes... a tremor in his legs... and a hint of mischief written on his face. off he ran, into the skate park, into the mayhem of screeching wheels, into the tumult of teen spirit, enveloped by adolescent body odors laid out like a wall of smokescreen, never to be seen again. ...but if you could have seen him on the other side you would have seen a toddler defying all odds... aquiring a stray board... dropping into the bowl for a warm-up-sesh... careening in a perpetual motion... carving effortlessly... like a hawk, soring tirelessly... and finishing with a kicktail wallplant. ...transitioning into the stairs and landing a half cab impossible... followed by a basic fakie ollie and finally pulling off a truckhook impossible and a finger crusher. he completed the course tic-tacing toward a ramp and in honor of Andy McDonald he pulled off a wicked backflip! phenomenal skate sesh... phenomenal phenom.

CHEESUS

so i'm relaying chunks of cheese into the tots anxious little paws... assuming he is enveloping them as fast as i can cut them. to my surprise he had toted his mexican cross out of his room and into the paint zone of the kitchen. with great persision he placed his cross on the step ladder and proceeded to lay out bits of cheese on top of it. i looked at the adorned cross and then at him with a blank look on my face and he simply said with a grin, "cheesus".

HOME SLEEP HOME

HALLILUYAH... SNAGGED THE PAD!

it was a miracle... a factual miracle... May 1st our anniversary and move in day! a sigh of relief could be heard up and down the california coast... and the clank of keys rang through the valleys! we salivated at the thought of ripping out carpet... painting walls... and basically begining thee most extreme transformation this world has ever seen. (...or at least the most extreme for the block... certainly for this street.) in any case we worked tirelessly... contracting family members... our thanks to all... and we are now in the final stages of completion. we look forward to your stay. our doors are opening to the public this summer. reserve a room today and make memories for tomorrow. [space is limited.]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE RETREAT AT MASTHEAD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ONE ROUND

...with a coffee table, a desk, and tiled floor...

let's just say... they won.

A CHILD IS BORN

JOSHUA JONATHAN BOYENN'E IS HERE!

O-10

new years at 288 was family fun as usual... dick clark and his now oddly familiar slow & groggy voice puts you into the most perfect slumber after the ball drops. rock band rocked our night away with mommy givin' the drums a scandalously loud vocal try, mika monopolising the mic, and everyone else rotating on and failing on the guitar... unless of course they were under the age of 16. a home cooked meal, champagne and party poppers to follow... who could ask for anything more. a solid antm shoot (you were missed kook), the missing of one toasting glass and the retrieval of another one later and all was right in the world.

[for the record: babe did not make it to midnight on account of a punctual 9:00 bedtime.]

[...not to mention a punctual daddy.]