Had my first big winning night at the table two nights ago. Sat down with $40 and played for about three hours, maybe four, ended up walking away with just over $200 (not including the original $40 or the cost of the beers I drank all night!) Awesome!

So I took my newfound wealth and hired a soundguy for the video game tribute last night. I wanted to stick around but I was feeling super-sick--something was desperately wrong in my stomach--and nights off are few and far between. I ended up taking off at around 11:30. Went for some sushi and then came home watched basketball and fell asleep on the couch.

Funny how your definition of a great night changes. Sushi and sleep, that's all I need.

I'm looking forward to moving. I think the last place we looked at is the place I'll end up living. So far we've been outbid once and had one owner change their mind at the last minute. Who knows, maybe third time lucky?

Whatever. I'll be happy anywhere within walking distance of ideal coffee.

-Trevor

I was reading an old Architecture in Helsinki tour diary on pitchfork, and I found this:

Showering every morning to a view-- however partial-- of the HOLLYWOOD sign outside your bathroom window can be a surreal experience, but one that is pretty bloody L.A. So how do you think we felt when Kris K swung us into a high-class, downtown LA rooftop, A-list party that looked exactly like the video for Kylie Minogue's "Slow". (Get well soon, Kylie!).

Living in LA must be fucked. The Hollywood Sign is such a perfect metaphor for itself: An enormous billboard that only advertises its own existence.