I am currently bleeding from my left arm and have an ace bandage around my right knee. I discovered ants covering the cat food bowl and had four messages from the Smell Lady about the pot smoke smell permeating her bathroom.
All this is to say, I’m back.
And apparently with a vengeance though the vengeance is just not mine.
Despite the appearance of “track marks” on my left arm (lest you get the wrong idea, things went very wrong when trying to administer medicine to Dot the Clothes Eating Cat), I DID have a great time in Los Angeles. Just not the kind that involves shooting drugs. Though there was a lot of drinking. Harmless, drunk dialing, giddy with laughter, flirty drinking. Ah, good times indeed.
I won’t bore you with the minute details but the highlights include: meeting up with awesome bloggy people like Robert, Melissa and Abigail; seeing my elementary school chum after 17 years (she’s the one who pulled off the famous Sizzle-on-a-stick at my recent reunion) and realizing she has the exact same infectious giggle as she had when we were ten; a Liev Schreiber lookalike bartender who pours you doubles and kisses your cheek in photos (blush); trying Pinkberry for the first time (vague recollection as I was pretty inebriated at the time); a charming waiter (Hi Zach!) and a hilariously good time over fondue with old friends; one adorable pup; chit chatting with Richard Simmons and getting a behind the scenes look at rehearsals for his next work out video; meeting Pauly who could be my ex’s gay twin (but with hair and a lot more smiles); spending time with Androol and Tomato who just light up my life; seeing & smelling the ocean even if it was for less than an hour (a ferris wheel!); getting a window seat on all my flights.
And now I must haul my vacationed ass back to work. Le sigh.
P.S. I have no idea why the font under the photos is so weird but if I spend any more time on it I will be late to work.