Friday the 13th Nightmare! Weenie Roast 2016 and More


I kind of like the nonexistent faces of the Red Hot Chili Peppers in this picture, it's symbolic to their performance that night--too soon? 


I once had a mentor who would always stress that if you were going to have high expectations you would need to develop an even higher level of acceptance. Applying that to my life hasn't always been easy, but it has changed the way I react when things go wrong. It's a more pleasant way of living when you can just accept that sometimes shit just happens and the most you can do is deal with it. I'm not a master at this by all means, but the older I get and the more often things go wrong, I look back and think how I could've handled a situation better, how I could've turned the day around and I try to apply that to the next time something goes terribly wrong. Remaining upset about something that you really have no control over is pointless, exhausting, and annoying for all the other people you're around. 

I've never experienced an unlucky Friday the thirteenth, but this year has me feeling superstitious. We woke up early like usual, Alan got ready for work and when he went to leave, we found out that the Ducati was stolen and all that was left were bolts. How? No one knows. It was parked in front of our car (which has a brick wall next to it) in a very difficult position to get out, locked, and blocked by other cars--the Ducati even has a computerized key, so it's not like they were able to start it. According to other people we spoke to, there's a van that drives around with a group of guys and if they can't start the bike they'll carry it into the van and drive off with it more than likely across the border to be sold as a whole or stripped for parts. That's exactly what these dicks did, because there was just no other way they could've retrieved the bike and we are barely a ten minute drive from the border--Kinda sort of hoping Trump gets his wall after all. I'm being facetious--kind of. Sorry, you'll have to excuse my lack of empathy, it's just when you live this close to Tijuana, you start to realize how things really are. Anyway, this same day we were supposed to leave in the afternoon to Los Angeles to attend the  2016 Weenie Roast (the last Weenie Roast at Irvine Meadows) the following day, "The Ducati got stolen, but at least we will get to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers tomorrow." we kept telling ourselves. Eventually after we were done speaking with the police and detectives, we were finally on our way to L.A and everything seemed like it was going to be okay from that point. I woke up that Saturday (the day of the Weenie Roast) morning to Lyla puking all over me and all over her Aunt's white bathroom rugs. The girl had an extremely high fever and we had to take her to the children's hospital. They watched her and gave her some meds and sent her on her way, she seemed to be okay, but right when we were leaving her fever spiked again and I then realized her second pair of molars were coming in. I soothed her to sleep with a cold,wet cloth and left her in good hands. It was so hard leaving, I slightly hate myself for leaving, because the poor girl has never been sick, and now that she was, her parents were going to a concert. Let me tell you though, I wouldn't have left if I didn't think she was going to be in good hands. The babysitter did an amazing job taking care of her and updated me throughout the night. So finally, three hours late we were on our way to the Weenie Roast in Irvine. At this point I couldn't tell you how much Alan and I (our whole group) were dying to see the Chili Peppers perform. We needed it. 

One we got in and my cup was filled with tequila, I finally had some relief for a few hours. Quite a few bands played when the Chili Peppers minus Anthony Kiedis came on stage only to announce...they would be canceling the show due to Anthony Kiedis having a "medical thing"--I was so close I have them on video. If it wasn't for the Red Hot Chili Peppers playing we wouldn't have spent $300 on tickets--or left my sick child. Obviously, I hope Anthony Kiedis is better, however I still want to see RHCP play, dammit! We payed to see them and it didn't happen. There wasn't any refund or anything which sucks, but what are you going to do, right? Oh, and to top it all off...some chick kissed my husband at the show, so there's that (FYI it wasn't his fault). It's fine though, I was still drooling over Panic At the Disco's performance, they were so hot! I can't fail to mention the fact that Blink182 showed up and played, I grew up on them and even though Tom is no longer a part of the band, they frickin' nailed it. I was singing at the top of my lungs, just as I did when I was a preteen--not embarrassed one bit. Blink182 and Panic At the Disco definitely owned the last Weenie Roast at Irvine Meadows.  

The Blink182 picture has to be one of my favorite pictures in my iPhone right now.  I hate that I took so many vertical pictures, ugh! 

This picture breaks my heart into a billion little pieces. 

Today, we had to take Lyla to the doctor's again due to her stomach pains, loose stools and now they're saying she has some viral infection (maybe Anthony Kiedis and Lyla were in the same boat). We are still dealing with the aftermath of a stolen vehicle; paper work, different commutes/schedules  and such. It's really a bummer, you kind of lose trust in people as a whole, ya know? Hopefully, I can keep finding the positives in situations like these, but recently it's been difficult. 

So, please if you have any horrible luck filled days, feel free to vent about them in the comments below or email me, which ever. (;

xoxo,
 Lo 



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