and the winner is...
shama-lama wins for being the trooper, albeit the crazy-concert-fanatic trooper, of the weekend. both of us hate crowds of strangers (eww, get OFF!) but we decided to tackle the pb block party. well, not exactly. after driving around for almost 2 hours on sat to find a parking space, i finally ended up parking at in-n-out, and shannon and clark came to rescue me with their guaranteed spot safely awaiting us at home. through some mixed communications, they finally got to me at rubios (what?!) and off we went to a house party. we did walk next to the street where block party was, and that was close enough for us. good times had by most, other than the whiskey in the eyeball incident (1 word: THATF*IN'HURTS!), and finished with some mexican food and the OC.
sunday morning found holly, rick, and i on the way up to l.a. for d's champagne bday brunch. horrible singing and tin-man spotting before the first bottle ever popped pretty much had rick thinking that both holly and i were nuts. and i'm okay with that. got to see some fab people who i miss greatly (captain obvious!! and, of course, dareeoosh) on the way home wondered if it was possible to have a hangover in the middle of the day. l.a. smog + champagne = britto the sicko. HOWEVER, trekked down to my future neighborhood to catch a concert with shama, ming, and some friends. shama had been there since some ungodly hour of noon or 2 or something (might i point out that the concert started at 9...PM). ended up leaving before the act i actually came to see. oh well, maybe next time.
made a book on friday night for sensei's bday (ask, and ye shall receive $1500 from generous students!) and it turned out way better than i had expected.

lessons learned from the weekend: whiskey in eyeball = bad, smog + champagne = bad, people's overwhelming generosity = super good.