I was supposed to go to TigerHeat (some gay club) last night but let's say that didn't exactly happen. Everyone kind of backed out at the last minute. Oh well. I had to be into work early today so it was probably a good idea I didn't go out last night. Work today was pretty boring. Event Operations couldn't delinen beds properly and I'm pretty sure they are just dumb. That's all I'll say about that.
I had my first check in today: National Cheer Association. It went by pretty smoothly. It's a conference to teach the staff that will teach at cheer camps. They seemed okay enough. They were all pretty nice. At the same time MAWS (Marijuana Anonymous World Services) was checking in at the same time right next to me. It's an organization that helps people become sober (I think...). They were all older and more laid-back. Who is surprised. But most importantly (!!!!) I was sitting next to Lori Beth Denberg!! Normally an intern will check in a conference but she was the one checking in the group. If you're wondering who that is, she's from All That. She went by LB so I wasn't absolutely certain at first. But she looked just like Lori Beth so I looked her up and sure enough it was her. She's quite funny and SHE KNOWS MY NAME!!! It was a truly wondrous experience. I'm going to bring it up in the office tomorrow and if I see her again I'm going to actually talk to her.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Oh, WACAC
Short story long, my friend William who is from Maine but who just graduated from Clark University and spends every summer in LA/Fresno is moving to Fresno was well moving to Fresno... How awkward of me... Anyways, he was going to visit me in LA as a pit stop before he continued on to Fresno. He has lots of cousins in the area so no, he wasn't coming solely to visit me. It was just convenient. Apparently a lot of people thought otherwise and it caused a lot of confusion. His younger sister was helping him move to Fresno and also visiting for two weeks. This is where the fun begins. Note: I use the term fun loosely.
It was a pain to try and tell William where I lived and that's all I'll say about that. He already was having a bad day since he just flew in, his tires were messed up from shipping his car, he nearly lost his keys, he wasn't raptured. Pretty depressing stuff. So, he gets to my place and I tell him that Andi (another intern) is cooking a big dinner for some other interns and her friends and I've already paid for him to go and afterwards there is Grease sing-a-long. (!!!! More on this later) He was totally down for the idea. We're just hanging out, getting ready until it's time for dinner. We go and eat some amazing pasta and then on our way to Grease he tells me that his sister really wants to do all of these things in the city and that they don't think they will have time to do them if they go to Grease. Bitch bettah recognize I'm not missing Grease. We decide it's best if they just spend time together in the city and when Grease is over they will come back and we'll all go to Weho to party some. Well, I get a text (after about an hour) saying his sister is freaking out about some stupid shit and that they are just going to go to their cousins for the night. Quick back story, I took off of work today so that we could go out last night and have today to do touristy things. Whatever. Not to say he ruined my night and today... but he kind of did. That's all.
Back to Grease. WACAC (not sure what it stands for but it's a conference for high school academic counselors in CA and NV) is currently our only conference in house and we (the glorious four[ious]) got word that they would be having a Grease sing-a-long. Naturally we were going to crash it. After dinner we all head over there and have an amazing time. After having already drunk some dranks, we discover the open bar they set up. Jackpot! We're singing and dancing and having an overall great time. Nilani starts to get a little crazy and says she has to leave or she won't wake up for work in the morning. Mike, being the gentleman that he is, takes her home and Andi and I are left to finish off the movie. It was a perfect evening which later turned into a perfect night. Wink.
Today, my off day, was not an off day. Oh!! But before I talk about work. FIU calls me at 8am basically saying they can offer me an assistantship for the fall. Good bye Peace Corps and hello normal life! So, I go to this meeting at 11am, I'm so bored that I just decide to go into work. I stay until about 3pm. My Zipcard came in today so I can now rent Zipcars and actually drive around. So I did. Ashley and I went to Target, which is connected to a mall. I only had an hour before I had to return the car so I went to Macy's to look for some khaki pants. Blah blah blah my day was boring... Until... (!!) WACAC was having a party!!! I discovered it earlier while I was working and immediately went back to the other interns to tell them we had to go. Just went my night was getting boring, Andi texted me and said that she and Mike were going and that I should go. I did.
The party was hosted by SubLime which, cleverly enough, decorated with green lighting, had an open bar with lime drinks, and catered with lime desserts. It was really fun. They were playing some 70s and 80s music and then they had a live band that played the same. It was a pretty great experience. Overall, I can definitely see why California is the way that it is. These are the counselors that are guiding California's youth. It is no wonder California is in the bottom ten every year. If these past few nights are any indication of what summer is going to be like, this is going to be one fucking epic summer!
It was a pain to try and tell William where I lived and that's all I'll say about that. He already was having a bad day since he just flew in, his tires were messed up from shipping his car, he nearly lost his keys, he wasn't raptured. Pretty depressing stuff. So, he gets to my place and I tell him that Andi (another intern) is cooking a big dinner for some other interns and her friends and I've already paid for him to go and afterwards there is Grease sing-a-long. (!!!! More on this later) He was totally down for the idea. We're just hanging out, getting ready until it's time for dinner. We go and eat some amazing pasta and then on our way to Grease he tells me that his sister really wants to do all of these things in the city and that they don't think they will have time to do them if they go to Grease. Bitch bettah recognize I'm not missing Grease. We decide it's best if they just spend time together in the city and when Grease is over they will come back and we'll all go to Weho to party some. Well, I get a text (after about an hour) saying his sister is freaking out about some stupid shit and that they are just going to go to their cousins for the night. Quick back story, I took off of work today so that we could go out last night and have today to do touristy things. Whatever. Not to say he ruined my night and today... but he kind of did. That's all.
Back to Grease. WACAC (not sure what it stands for but it's a conference for high school academic counselors in CA and NV) is currently our only conference in house and we (the glorious four[ious]) got word that they would be having a Grease sing-a-long. Naturally we were going to crash it. After dinner we all head over there and have an amazing time. After having already drunk some dranks, we discover the open bar they set up. Jackpot! We're singing and dancing and having an overall great time. Nilani starts to get a little crazy and says she has to leave or she won't wake up for work in the morning. Mike, being the gentleman that he is, takes her home and Andi and I are left to finish off the movie. It was a perfect evening which later turned into a perfect night. Wink.
Today, my off day, was not an off day. Oh!! But before I talk about work. FIU calls me at 8am basically saying they can offer me an assistantship for the fall. Good bye Peace Corps and hello normal life! So, I go to this meeting at 11am, I'm so bored that I just decide to go into work. I stay until about 3pm. My Zipcard came in today so I can now rent Zipcars and actually drive around. So I did. Ashley and I went to Target, which is connected to a mall. I only had an hour before I had to return the car so I went to Macy's to look for some khaki pants. Blah blah blah my day was boring... Until... (!!) WACAC was having a party!!! I discovered it earlier while I was working and immediately went back to the other interns to tell them we had to go. Just went my night was getting boring, Andi texted me and said that she and Mike were going and that I should go. I did.
The party was hosted by SubLime which, cleverly enough, decorated with green lighting, had an open bar with lime drinks, and catered with lime desserts. It was really fun. They were playing some 70s and 80s music and then they had a live band that played the same. It was a pretty great experience. Overall, I can definitely see why California is the way that it is. These are the counselors that are guiding California's youth. It is no wonder California is in the bottom ten every year. If these past few nights are any indication of what summer is going to be like, this is going to be one fucking epic summer!
Monday, May 23, 2011
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.
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.
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