small girl vs. big city

This blog has no point. No storyline. No moral (ha… ha). It’s just a treat, it might make you smile. It’s been a while. Have you missed me? I’ve missed the me that has something to write about. I’ve read that Anthony Keidis believes “there is no such thing as writer’s block, they either write or they do not.” I like that, it takes the pressure off. Wait a minute, I don’t even believe in pressure.  I’ve had great days and mediocre days. Neither of which have inspired me enough to share… but since I will look back on yesterday as a big day… let’s snapshot life.

I’m warm. The power is on and the water runs, though I’ve yet to pay for either in months. There is gas in my tank and items to eat in the fridge. I have clean clothes and a smile on my face. My orchids are struggling but my money tree is suddenly taking an interest in life. Hopefully that’s an indication.

Watched the first Laker game of the season from the 5th row thanks to Chris. Met a Vegas hotel owner. I already lost his card but I’m sure she kept it. I heard Kobe sigh as he left the locker room after half time.

Bought a guitar. Super cheap, off of Craigslist. It is beautiful, with a tiny flaw: a little chip near the bottom. Wounded, yet gorgeous. That’s how all beautiful things are so I love it even more.  Stared blankly at a ”how to” site for all of 2minutes before turning on hendrix/the doors/cream/red hot chili peppers and prancing around the apartment reveling in my honorary band member status. It’s been in the corner for 2 days, where it’ll be until my roomie leaves again or until one of my handsome friends teaches me. 

Attended a Halloween party last week in the hills. I’d have written a blog about it if it were noteworthy. But it was the usual: Check in. Wristband. Shuttle. Free vodka (Kettle and Monster this night), fashion show. Carmen Electra was there. Oh, and someone everyone wanted to take pictures of. I don’t know - ? he looked like Chingy circa: whenever he first came out. Who cares.

Halloween was otherwise uneventful. If you count being stood up by one of your girlfriends and watching the WeHo parade from the hood of your car dressed as cupid uneventful. I cried a little. I like dressing up, I looked cute! I had wings damnit! I was Cupid! Me! I love love! Alright screw the tutu, I was upset because that night signaled the end of a friendship as I knew it. I hung out with a friend later and because the night was so crappy I smoked my very first (and second) cigarette from start to finish. Hello, I’d like you to meet the attraction of smoking. Welcome to playfully light headed. Now meet a couple of her friends: 1) When I told my girlfriend I smoked, her jaw hit the floor “because you’re sooooo anti”. She started smoking so long ago she forgot all about that light headed fun. I asked her why she still smokes if it isnt fun. “Addiction”. Cue the ugly truth. 2) I felt like utter and complete shit in a bag the next day. I was SICK as a DOG. Lungs, body aches, headache, watery eyes. Ugh. End scene. I dont believe in a payoff valued less than the price.

It rained. I think the city wanted to be shiny and new by Tuesday.  Paid off my car that day. Purposely on that historic day. I dyed my hair back to it’s original color’ish. The city isnt the only broad ready for change. I voted. I voted. That was not a typo and not repeated for effect. Take it literally if you will, but take it to the grave because I will not explain it. There are very few moments in life you know you are burning into memory. I was the last girl at the poll on Western. Of course. After all someone had to be. As soon as I turned in that ballot, my phone started singing songs of change. I felt pretty and life felt pretty exciting. The wind ran with me through the streets. Jumped in my car and headed over to Happy Endings. Ironic. The place was silent during his acceptance speech. It may have been inappropriate and it probably could have waited, but Sorenson ordered us chilled southern comfort shots and miller lites. We were the only ones with nerve to order during the speech. Relax, it’s a dive bar. It’s Lost Angeles (that was a typo, but humor dictates it stays). Anyway, the beer for the speech and the shots to toast afterward. I cant remember what he said but I do remember it was moving. I do remember believing him and the room being filled with hope, optimism and a certain anxious energy. We’re all in the same boat. Who knows where it’s going, but we’re all rowing.

We skipped out and headed to Coco. There was a line outside. It was also freezing, so we ignored it and marched our happy asses up to the rope. JP must have been in a good mood because he let us in at hello. We did a lap and settled at a table with a very happy friend of mine, Leon. His idea of celebration is Goose. A guy pretending to be Obama came in with two other guys pretending to be his security. Not my idea of funny. Later, I met a guy with sweetness in his eyes. I pretended not to know who he was. That’s what you do with people who are used to being recognized. You give them the chance to be normal. Because they are. And you give them your number if they ask. And he did. And you save their # when they call you. And he has. Ahh, but all of this drama is just from the first impression. I’m silly girl with a short attention span and a long list of deal breakers…

Today I started the day without a stitch of makeup and in my oldest sweats at a laundro’mat off of LaBrea and north of The Woods. Superman was there. A glimpse at those blues and I ditched the oversized hoodie. Tank top, better choice. The pen holding my hair up did a disappearing act. Clearly out of his element sorting clothes, he kind of made awkward…charming. We smiled a lot and I tried not to fold anything that wasnt cute within eyeshot. Some guy who looked like he could have been my cousin, cleared his throat and rolled his eyes at us. Shut up hater, find your own girl to flirt with. More smiles and pretending not to stare at each other. He finally found his voice…Blabla need help? No thank you. Blabla call me sometime. Another blue eyed guy from New York. With abs. I apparently have a type. And an aversion to commitment. Baby steps. Options are always nice. Bottom line: There is no ego boost greater than to meet a man in your pj’s without makeup. My dad used to tell me to be careful how I leave the house because “you never know who you’re going to meet”. That very thing is sometimes the only reason I leave the house.

I ended today by earned $3/minute to walk 3 blocks on Hollywood blvd carrying a camera battery and chatting Austin and Jones’ ears off. Damn I love that crew. There are worse ways to spend 50minutes. And that is how I earned my name in the credits. Today anyway. My latest musical obsession is in town on Friday. I might go, alone. Meet more people that way. The show is after work and before hanging with new friends. One of which I saw on the side of a bus today. As in: his face was on the side of a city bus. There it was, perception met reality and both fought the illusion. This is already too long to get into that one…just smile and nod.

But, speaking of the city. The winds of change are blowing… I cant share yet. Oh, but you just wait.