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(In which the group sees a vision of Jesus, stoned.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 3, 2007 11:22am | Post a Comment
Today I awoke to the housekeeper barging into my bedroom. Upon seeing two naked dudes fast asleep, she uttered a cheerful “Eeek!” and slammed the door, ne’r to be seen again.

So much for fresh towels.

I brewed a pot of coffee for my friends and they rose like zombies from graves in search of caffeine and tobacco.

Corey and I went to the restaurant for brunch where, thank God, a totally normal person waited on us. The food was rad. They have an organic garden here from which they harvest their vegetables. More importantly, our waitperson understood what it meant to WANT COFFEE.

Growing up north of the Bay Area, I was spoiled by coffee service. Up there, you usually don’t get to the bottom of your mug before someone fills it. In LA, you have to f**king launch a g*ddamn publicity campaign signifying that you want another cup. And then you need to get your agent to find you more cream.

The ladies joined us later, both feeling much better after a night of sleep. Corey went out in search of a hammock, and Carrie, Logan and I settled by the pool, making sure we kept hydrated by knocking back beer and Bloody Marys. (I watched the bartender make them and I swear they contained a dash of everything you find in the condiment aisle of a supermarket. I’m pretty sure I saw her add mayonnaise and microwave popcorn to the shaker.)


Carrie & Mary, poolside.

Basking in the glow of the midday sun, Carrie, looking beautiful as always, suddenly sighed, breaking the contended silence.

“I never get my knees totally shaved,” she said sadly, “I even tell myself to get them, but I’m afraid I’ll cut myself.”

There was a thoughtful pause.

“I’m putting that in my blog,” I announced.

Soon, my friends will stop talking around me.

The four of us eventually drove out to Desert Christ Park, located in Yucca Valley.


Looking statuesque: Logan, Carrie & Corey with various disciples

The statues were simple but lovingly made, though rendered somewhat creepy by rampant vandalism. Most of the Jesus statues raised their arms to heal the sick or voice beatitudes, sans hands. Sad and disconcerting.


Suffer little children: the vandalized statues of Desert Christ Park

Carrie and Logan dropped us off back at the cabin while they went off on a hike. I’ve prepared dinner like the happy housewife I am.

And that brings you up to present time. I’m sitting at Carrie’s laptop, typing this sentence. Corey is fresh from the shower and nude and, despite my pleas, putting clothes on. Lame.

I’ll be back later to tell you what happened with the West End Girls on their hike as soon as they tell me.

As for what all this has to do with music or film, two of the four of us are Amoeba Music employees. We ARE the music.

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