Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Oops, I Did it Again

Okay, so I know it's almost a crime to use a Britney Spears song title as a headline, but in this case, it's really appropriate. The weekend was strangely full of repeat experiences, and the fact that I ended up over-doing it yet again is, in itself, a deja vu experience.

Friday night I met Red and a bunch of school friends at Barney's Beanery for some fun and catching up. At one point I ended up talking to a boy, he was sorta cute, but painfully young. I found out he had gone to high school in Montana (which is where I'm from originally, if I've never mentioned that before) and so we chatted about MT for a bit. But the longer I talked to The Youngster, the more intense he got. He was obviously hammered. He started moving in closer, and telling me I was the most amazing girl he had met, blah blah blah. I started to get annoyed, because I really hate being deified, it's one of my greatest pet peeves. Fortunately at that point, he excused himself to the little boys room and I made a mad dash for the rest of my friends. Strangely, a school friend (Big Bill) who hadn't even been contacted by our group showed up at that point. It was an amazing coincidence, and a great one too, because he's a really sweet guy and I had hoped to keep in touch with him. Then we all got back to hanging with each other and having fun. Later in the evening, a guy walks by me and he has the most amazing eyes. So I decided to tell him that, and he and his friend stopped to talk, and we ended up talking for the rest of the evening. They were Canadians and the friend knew all of the words to Under the Bridge in French, it was hilarious. Then it was time to go and The Canadian invited Red and me back to his house for some more drinks with a bunch of people. We considered it, but then there wasn't room in the car he was in, so I realized it was a much better idea just to go home. He insisted on getting my number (even though I knew exactly how this was going to go) and so I relented and gave it to him. Red and I took a cab back to the houses where we were crashing (I was staying at The Sister's because it's much closer to the bar). Nearly an hour after leaving the bar, The Canadian calls and asks if I want to come over. You've got to be kidding. I don't know if I seem like That Kind Of Girl, but I most certainly am not. Unless you're my boyfriend or George Clooney, I'm not leaving anywhere at 3 am to go meet you. Then The Sister gets home from work, and we decide it's a fabulous idea to go to Astroburger and gorge ourselves on greasy food. We were wrong.

Saturday morning, we got our butts out of bed and went to the beach with The Figa Master. Unfortunately, it wasn't much of a beach day - much cloudier and windier than expected. But we did find a great little breakfast place by chance and put some healthy food in our stomachs. Then we all separated to take naps and for The Sister to go to work. I went and had my facial, then met back up with The Figa Master for some sushi and a little Nacho Libre. If you haven't seen it, and you like the type of humor that was in Napoleon Dynamite, then I definitely recommend Nacho Libre. Although I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open, it was a high-larious movie.

Sunday, The Sister and I drove up to glorious Bakersfield for brunch with our grandfather. Our cousin who is a lawyer in San Francisco happened to be visiting as well, so it was fun to hang out with him too. We had a great meal and a really nice time listening to tales of family history. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned it in this blog, but my grandmother passed away in March, which was really hard, but since then The Sister and I have been able to spend a lot of time with our grandfather and are really enjoying the close relationship that we now have with him. On the way out of town, we stopped at the mall for a little shopping, and had way too much fun. We got back into LA and split up to get ready for the evening.

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It is at this point that things started to seem familiar. Adding an extra night onto my weekend ended up causing some strange form of weekend repeat.

The Sister and I were planning on going to see this 80's cover band, The Spasmatics, at a club in Hollywood. They play every Sunday night at midnight, and she's always wanted to take me. But unfortunately, none of the regular Spasmatics crew was available to join us, so we thought we'd play it by ear. We got ready to go, then decided to have sushi for dinner. I have no idea why I was craving sushi so much this weekend, but two nights in a row wasn't too much for me. The we drove back to her house and walked up to the Saddle Ranch, to visit The Bartender, who The Sister is now legitimately dating. We ended up having a few drinks there (which, without our knowledge, he was making EXTREMELY strong) and for some reason got hit on by two very crazy women. It was odd. But we had fun, then decided that we didn't feel like going to Spasmatics, and went to... Barney's Beanery again. So we walked there from the Ranch (it's really not that far). There was lightning in the sky, it was an amazing sight.

At Barney's, it was deja vu all over again. Who do I see, but The Youngster! And the funny part was, he started hitting on The Sister, and thankfully didn't recognize me. Next, we ran into Big Bill, making it twice in the same weekend at the same bar. When it was time to leave, he walked home with us. Again, against all better judgment, The Sister and I decide to get food. We go to the 24-hour Mexican place that is right across the street from her house, where we run to Rock Star, a guy that The Sister knows. At this point, we were all trashed, and Rock Star says, "Wait here, I've got something for you." We assumed it was a CD of his music or something, but he comes back with a bottle of wine. I have no idea why he had a bottle of wine in his car or why he thought that we needed it at 2:30 am, but it cracked us up. Then we went home and passed out. I think that I ate 3 bites of my burrito.

Yesterday, The Sister and I were totally worthless. We sat around all day and ate Thai food and watched cheesy movies. It was really nice to have an extra day off. But now it's Tuesday, and it feels like Monday, and my whole scheduling equilibrium is thrown off. Tomorrow night I'm going to meet Mr. Hawaii at Cat n Fiddle for a drink. Aside from that, I'm going to spend the rest of the week/weekend relaxing and sleeping and avoiding the impulse to engage in any more insanity.

Since I spent an unprecedented three days away from the blog this weekend, I figured I could get away with such a lengthy post. I also have a Rant coming on later today, regarding My New Theory as to why it is impossible to actually meet a guy in a bar in LA. It's something that I've been pondering in more and more depth since the beginning of all of this dating insanity, and I'm just now really starting to get it. I also need to check my Match and eHarmony accounts, as I haven't visited any of them since Friday either. *Phew*

Lyrics of the Day

"And now my door, it stands open, I'm inviting everyone in. We're gonna laugh, we're gonna drink until the morning comes. That's what we're gonna to do..." Bright Eyes False Advertising

2 comments:

geneve said...

You don't mess around - that was quite the weekend. I'm impressed by your stamina! ;)

LyL said...

Hey! I'm from Montana! Wow... lol. Anyway, i wondered into your blog from Restaurant Gal a week or so ago.