First Weekend

Well, this weekend has essentially been a whirlwind. That is pretty much the reason I am not updating until Monday... Plus work and life are both exhausting. /cry

Thursday night was an interesting one. My neighbor, her friend, and I went to Santa Monica 3rd St. Promenade to go shopping and essentially just to hang out. We had a great time. Then, I had a friend (Marq) who also brought a friend pick me up and take me out for my first experience in Weho. Weho (West Hollywood) is like the party district. We kind of toured Beverly Hills and everyone on the way. I saw Christina Aguilera's house. That was cool. So, we finally get to Weho and the magic begins.

By magic I do not in fact mean magic.

Marq is the kind of guy that always makes the pouty lip/fishy face in pictures. But the worst part is that he kind of always has that face. He's also a really bad dancer. That aside, he bought me drinks so whatever. We went to four different bar/clubs and just hung out. At one of them a guy's friend came up to me and introduced me to the other guy (Adam) saying "Oh, you have a stalker." Normally someone would see this as a red flag. I of course see it as an open invitation. I need to fix my filter.

So this guy and I are talking. We exchange numbers. Then we go our separate ways. I was hardly doubting to ever even hear from him again. But of course, later than night he texts me and asks me to meet him at the world famous Abbey. So, I ditch Marq and go to meet Adam who I found out is actually a soon to be big time director. I'm basically walking around Weho alone, going into bars alone, and standing around. Alone. No bueno. I finally find Adam and we pretty much immediately leave to go back to his place to cuddle. More red flags than a UGA football game. (I know they aren't red but for this purpose they will be). In my defense, Adam is pretty attractive, great smile, great body. I wasn't completely in the wrong.

So, we get back to his place and we start watching a movie and cuddling. It seemed like a great movie but I was passing out while watching so I suggested we just go to sleep. I honestly did want to go to sleep. Since I got here I've just wanted to sleep... Didn't happen. He says, "Come here." We start making out. One thing leads to another. And then soon I had officially taken my first black guy. I took it like a champ too. I was half expecting a victory belt afterwards. He pulled some pretty douche bag moves though so I was pretty much done with him after. For those of you wondering - he was safe. He had just been tested and still had his papers in his pocket. I'm not that big of a fool. We then proceed to actually fall asleep. Except. I could not fall asleep. His bed/pillow were way too soft so I proceeded to lay there until 7:50am when the alarm goes off.

This now takes us to Friday.

I had to be at work at 9am. I go in. Drudge through the day. Get off work at fourish. Run some errands. And then nap until midnight. This pretty much takes us to Saturday because after my nap, I chatted with friends and then went back to bed.

Ashley (my athletic neighbor) and I have been trying to plan a bike trip down to Venice Beach. My bike sucks so it's been difficult. We also have been trying to figure out bike paths for days. We woke up early Saturday to get to the beach and walk around a bit. Well, my not so athletic roommate (Stephen) who does not have a bike overhears us and is then of course invited along to come with us. So we then decide to take the bus again. We prepped better this time and now have a firmer grasp of the bus system. We got off at the appropriate stop and proceeded to Venice Beach!

We walk about a mile to Abbot Kinney which is a long strip of shops and restaurants. We stopped at this really nice diner that had the most amazing bagels. We kept walking and I encountered my first food truck. It was a Korean taco or something place. It was incredibly delicious. We finished walking the full length of A. Kinney and turn onto Venice Beach. Ashley had been on a mission the entire week to find certain items for her trip to Vegas next weekend. This is why we have been shopping so hardcore like. So, we walk to the beach and then walk up and down the strip looking at all the vendors and the stores along the way. I'm starting to get burnt so we proceed back to a bus stop to take us home.

Well, we walk all the way from Venice to the Marina (no short walk) and just decide to eat there. Finding the place we wanted to eat required another long ass walk. After we had eaten and rested a little we decided that since we were so close we might as well just walk back to LMU. We couldn't exactly find a path so we just decided to take the bus back. By this point we had probably walked a total of 7 miles. Which is a little ridiculous if you ask me. And you aren't because you can't. But I'm telling you anyways. Not letting a short walk deter us from having fun, we were already making plans for the evening.

Saturday night...

Ashley and I started our night off by riding our bikes to a liquor store. We are two classy ladies. So, we get back and drink some dranks and wait for our ride to take us back to Weho. One of the awesome interns has friends that were playing in a show at the Roxy so we hitched a ride with them. We get to the Cantina and find some good drinks and meet some cool people and just end up hanging out with them for the rest of the night. Then we get to the Abbey and the real shit show begins. We get inside and there are practically naked go-go dancers and Ashley is intent on dancing with them so she basically fights her way to the stages and makes her way around dancing with the different guys. There's an overhead pole/bar that they use to dance with - this comes into play later. We make our way around the huge club/bar dancing and walking and drinking and talking. We get to the lounge area with various couches and start dancing on those. We see the bar that the go-go dancers use spanning across the ceiling so we jump on that and start swinging and using it to dance. Ashley jumped for it in her heels, completely missed and then twisted her ankle. We were a huge mess...

So we leave and meet up with our other friends and walk about a mile to a diner. Ashley, Ms. Mess herself, walking with a twisted ankle and being completely sloshed was a site. We get inside and she is practically passing out. Her head fell down and she just kind of drooled all over herself. It was funny in a really sad way. So we get her to go to the bathroom and we're all fine. We eventually make it back to the car and continue home in a happy manner.

Sunday morning our friend Scott was playing in a softball game at 8am. Yeah. Didn't quite make that one. We still met up with him at his softball fundraiser which to our dismay was at another bar. I think I'm destined to be an alcoholic. We hang around the bar and meet some interesting people. One guy thought I was in town for the entertainment business because I have that 'model look'. It pretty much made my night. We just hung out trying not to pass out. And that pretty much concluded our night. We went to Target afterwards and I got home and did some pretty exciting things right before bed. And that was my first weekend in LA. If everything else is that crazy I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up.