The 2004 Olympic Games in Athens, Greece. Easily the best time I've ever had in my entire life. There are too many great photos to include here, and too many great memories to write about. 

After longing to go there for a decade, I finally made it to the cliff side Monastaries of Meteora. 

Joanna poses with an ancient penis. August 25. 

These are the colorful narrow alleys of Mykonos. August 22. 

Joanna and I enjoying some Olympic TEAM HANDBALL! 

Santorini, the reason everyone should go to Greece. August 19. 

My most ambitious month so far, with trips to Missouri to visit my Dad at the Lake of the Ozarks, and a roadtrip to see my sister in Santa Fe. The DNC has their convention, and Barak Obama steals the show. 

Grand Canyon. July 11. 

Can a man do nothing and be happy? I experimented myself on this Santa Fe Porch and the answer was undeniably YES! July 12 

Old Friends Marxiano and Tommy Smith cross pathes at the Grand Canyon. July 11. 

Joanna and Lieta go looking for stray cats in the caves of Bandalier, NM. July 12. 

The month began with a free trip to Disneyland and a dead Ronald Reagen on my street corner. The Habit begins their first successful run in L.A. at the Improv Olympic, successful meaning, people showed up this time. 

John Osebold invasion, bocce with the boys. June 23. 

In 100 degree weather, Joanna, Erika, Andrew, and Francis join me in watching an amazing line up of musicians perform in the most uncomfortable place on Earth, Coachella, in Death Valley.  

Joanna and her new car Bluey 

Erika in a cave by the Pacific. May 4. 

Managed to get to the beach 3 times this month, and learned that you can drink openly (and heavily) on the sandy shores of San Diego. 

On the 16th I went to see "The Passion of the Christ" and wound up running into Rufus Wainwright in Santa Monica. Rufus is gay, and having the giant "Passion" marquee behind him as he sang "I'm a one man guy," was the highlight of the month.  

Flew to Seattle and lassoed up my girlfriend, put her in a truck and moved her on down to Santa Monica. My band, The Speakers of the House, places a great gig at the infamous Viper Room. It was the night before the Oscar's but even though he's in town, Johnny Depp still doesn't go to his own club. January 25th is the last day of rain L.A. will see in a while. 

Happy 2004, Happy 4702. The Habit was busy January, with shows in San Fran and Chicago. My father came to see the Chicago show and loved it. Since he was a conservative, I had always feared he would disown me when he saw what I was doing with my life. He nearly fell off his chair at the sarcastic line, "Finally, white people acting like black people, now that's what I wanted to see!"