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Sharply dressed man

9:43am PST Tuesday 3 December 2002

At this moment, I'm wearing undies, shorts, and my red Trix Are For Kids! t-shirt that Jennifer gave to me some time ago.

("I'm glad the shirt talks to you," she said.)

In a few hours, I will be wearing undies, black shiny shoes, dark socks, undershirt, button up shirt, tie, suitpants, suitcoat.

I'm off to Fashion Island.

11:44am

oops. hang on one sec.

11:56am

Well, I lost the claim ticket for my suit, but the guy smiled "it's done by last name," so I'm not worried about it. I trust no one will find the ticket and be all, "hello, my name is Mr Nugen; I believe you have a suit for me," cause my first name is on there too.

Anyway, I rolled into the parking lot playing Eminem with my windows down and system up, strolled into Nordstrom beat boxing and wearing the above mentioned outfit plus sandals. Walked up to some cat in the men's department, "I don't know if I'm out of my league or not, but I've got about $500 and need to get a suit, tie, shirt, shoes."

"We can do it for about that," he said.

Excellent.

In the end, I got suit/tie/shirt for like $600 and shoes/shoe trees for $400. Very exciting. if spending a G on clothes is exciting.

Suit is being adjusted so I can pick it up tonight or tomorrow morning.

Cool cat named George who helped me get the shoes. I just layed it out for him: I don't know what's fashionable, but I'm going to teach English in Japan, blah blah, so he knew what to get me. He's got an uncle in Tucson, and we talked a bit about what it might be like in Japan, etc.

I gave him my adventure card cause he was cool.

Sleep

4:11pm PST Tuesday 3 December 2002

I slept beautifully on Sally's couch until the bright warm California sun came to visit on its way to the ocean. Called Sally to see what time to pick her up and she said 6. So I've got time to ride around Crystal Cove on my bike.

Byee!

hollywood

9:07am PST Wednesday 4 December 2002

Last night Sally invited me to a Afro-Cuban drumming awesome performance for something de something. Excellent music for Rob's Crazy Dance, on which 3 strangers commented positively.

I moved to the back of the club (The King King Club in LA) because there was much more room to dance and the performers could still be easily heard. At the front of the room people were all packed in too tightly to really dance more than one knee (I had maintained enough room to get a few steps back and forth to dance, but it wasn't enough for me) so I went back to the back and I just let the music move me in some combination of Rob's Techno, Rob's Quickfeet, Rob's Big Dance, plus my new wacked out Rob's Broken Leg styles. When I first got back there no one was dancing around me, but after about a song worth of seeing me just let it all hang loose, a few of them started to boogie down as well, and some cat named Craig asked me between songs what my style was. When I told him all I do is continuously make shit up, he was all, "no way man, that looks just like that Brazillian dance they do," but he couldn't think of the name, so I asked Sally, but couldn't quite hear what she said (sounded like the spanish word for grandmother, abuela, but like cabuerra maybe [found out later it's called Capoeira]) exactly but that cat was sure I was doing that style from Brazil (Sally had described it as a combo fight/breakdance style).

I got so sweaty in the back that I took off my red with black dragon print button down shirt to reveal my red Trix Are For Kids! T.

Another guy kept looking over at me and like smiling, and then later asked retorically, are you doing techno or brazillian dance? cause he could clearly see both in my moves.

While there, Sally saw her old drum teacher from Austin! He's moved to Huntington Beach now, but even more amazing is that though she had no conscious awareness of him, Sally suddenly thought, "[what's-his-name] should totally be here," she looked over and there he was. Sally is more amazed by this coincidence than I. I *know* she didn't have to see him to know he was there; sometimes a body just knows.

On the way out, the tall bouncer guy, Chief George told Sally she should join the tall people club. He commented on my dancing, "you were really cuttin' up the carpet.." which is amazing cause it was a concrete floor.

We got lost in Hollywood but still found Bossa Nova and ate pizza and fried yucca and two other something elses. So funny after the meal Sally was cold so had the heater on, but trying to defrost the windshield with it, but it only cleared the inside up like 4 inches, so she was all trying to wipe it off with a napkin. Finally I convinced her to switch the heat to cool and that helped clear it up.

Drove up and down Hollywood Boulevard and took a few pics of the well lighted famous things. (The width of Hollywood Boulevard is the same as West Gray. But West Gray's Christmas decorations are just cute compared to Hollywood's, with white lights in paisley spirals across the entire street, every half block it seemed. For blocks and blocks and blocks.) Got more lost and found Beverly Hills, Bel Aire (I kept asking, "is this where Fresh Prince is from?" "yes."), and UCLA (I got a picture for Jason of me throwing the west side gang sign in front of the UCLA sign). We did not see the Hollywood sign.

Wow. What a great great night!