The past week...

Soooooo....

I went on a movie set last week, and you never really know who will be there, and who else did I see but Andrew Keegan. Where is my Bop Magazine?! haha it was fun. I played a drunk girl. Stumble-stumble.

Thursday, I flew to Austin to see me my man-fellow-boyfriend. Loved it. It was pretty fantastic seeing the Nicholas again. Three months since last time I saw him in person. He took me out for my birthday on Saturday night at a Cuban restaurant. We proceeded to party our little tushies off on 6th Street in downtown Austin. I had the best chilidog of my life. And I met a sawweet little puppy!!! That's all in a nutshell, but basically I had a great time. And I got to see Erik and Scott! And I spent mucho time with my fellow. Lucky lady. 

LAX to AUS

Alrighty...

So I am on my way to Austin to see my manfriend, which has hit its overdue date by far. I am on the plane listening to a little Radiohead, a little Placebo. Strange, I am so excited and in such a good mood but all I want to listen to is dark shhtuff. And I really need to use the designated lavatory. I have a window seat. Here goes this song and dance. Something that always weirds me out a little about using those spacious little powder rooms is that I can see every single person, man or woman, short or tall, large or small, knowing that their naked little (or not so little) rump is sharing the same porcelain. I like to give the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they all hover. Hmmph. Riiiiight. 

Anyways, so yeah, I realllly have to go. So the woman next to me sleeping soundly. It would not be very neighborly to wake her up, so I'm like "Ok, I'll just wait till she wakes up." Aisle seat guy seems quite alert on his laptop. Why don't I take this time to strategize. The ever bewildering conundrum: crotch or butt? Which is the better way to scoot? I generally go butt, but I discovered that there is a hole in my leggings near, err, there which caused me to strategically choose my undergarments. Oops. So crotch it is. My sleepy neighbor wakes up. Time to make my move. I unbuckle. And then...noooooo...laptop guy fell asleep, laptop very conveniently placed on his tray table. Damn. Guess I'm holding. Then I had a thought. A mildly silly one. What if there were rest stops off exits in the highway in the sky? It's kinda Jetsons, yes, but if we can travel in a flying bubble from continent to continent in mere hours, it doesn't seem like that big of a stretch. Ahh, what I would give for a 7-11 at 35,000 feet.

I never got to go to the bathroom.

Okay, so I got a boo-boo today. I was running in Hancock Park (my usual chosen route) and I passed this really nice-looking older man eating an apple and walking a very large puppy. I passed him, with a wave and a smile, rocking out to shuffle mode on my iPod. About half a block later...it happens. (cue: ominous cinematic music). I lose my stepping. And literally, fall on my face...as in, I scraped my chin. And, as the picture suggests, scraped my knee like a second grader. I wish I had a video. It was one of those moments where I got up like, "okay, I got lucky, no one saw." Oh,  but alack and alas. The man I had just passed and his puppy were running up to help me. It was so sweet, and it was one of those very genuine "oh my god, are you ok? what can I do to help?" things rather than an "OH SHEEIT, YOU JUST BUSTED!!! HAHAH" kind of moment. but I just kind of hopped up, waved and smiled again, this time a bit more awkwardly, thanked him for being so nice and ran away. It was one of those moments where I uncontrollably giggled when I tried to replay it in my head. So not only did I bust my ass, err-face, on pavement, but now I am the girl that's running and laughing at the same time...Things that make you humble. 

 I am in love. 

loooong weekend

(ahem) 

I've been out of the bloggy loop for a few days. I had a 24 hour shift at work on Friday and then I took Mandy to the airport. I had from then (Saturday) until now off. On Saturday a friend of Mark's birthday celebration was a bonfire on zee beach. I was 

hoping that I would get some background work either today or yesterday buuuuuttttt some weeks are slower than others I suppose. For easter, I walked down to this episcopal church that is right down the street from my apartment and it was really beautiful. Went to a cookout that night. Been running a looot lately. There is this beautiful neighborhood a few blocks from my apartment called hancock park that makes a 3 mile run

 seem like nothing. Me loves. Here's a picture of me and my pseudo-sibling.

Yesterday, I saw Steve Wosniak drive by on a segway. So that was random. 

Day off...

So yesterday was sorta miserable. I was sick at work. funnn. So today I went all out on my day off. I woke up (not too early) and did PowerYoga which thoroughly kicked my ass. I ran some errands, got my eyebrows waxed, and washed my particularly sludgy car. I was actually embarrassed when the guy took my ticket. So then I came home and went for a run/powerwalk for an hour! Trying this whole getting into shape thing. I really feel better about life when I am exercising a lot. WHO KNEW! 

I am really wanting to do some things around my apartment. It's a bit too...how do you say...angular. I need some curves. My lovely ladyfriend, Caitlin has turned me on to this amazing website apartmenttherapy.com which has become my nuevo go-t0 site for inspiration. I kind of want to paint something really feminine a really bold color. Sayyy red? or royal blue?

Mark, Jenna and myself went to an art opening last night which turned out to be about a thousand people walking around a maze of art galleries drinking and eating strange ice cream puffy goodness. Hi-Fructose Overdose was the main display we went for, but we saw lots of cool artists and photographers' work. And the drinks were free. So that was neat. Example: 

Gustav in my life.

So today was pretty average, but productive...and exciting. So really, the "average" day here can be beyond satisfactory. One may recall my mention of Gustav Klimt from yesterday. Well, I chose my images and have since found 3 fabulous thrift store vintage frames. Ahh, resources at the drop of a hat. Bravah, Los Angeles.

I think this is how people do this...

Hmm...ok....guess this is where I tell you what I am up to.  :) 

Disclaimer: My little fingers are feeling particularly non exclamatory. So, imagine all of this with overwhelming excitement flowing onto your computer screen. Or-here- I'll get it all out.   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(ahem)

Well, as anyone who cares enough to know about what is happening in my new weird life, you already know that I live in LA now...have since the end of October. No sense in harping on the past. This is what's on my mind: 

I got a new driver's license and it looks like I have a mullet.  :( 

I have had Barry Manilow songs in my head all week. I went to Vegas for work from Monday till today and had a fricken blast. We (myself, Mandy-the woman I am a personal assitant for, and her production company partner, Peter) stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton where Manilow headlines. I have heard way too much about Lola's yellow ribbons to say the least. Food for thought: How does good ole Barry get his face to look like that? Surely genetics would've served him better. 

I just saw a commercial for a Natalee Holloway MOVIE on Lifetime. Too soon? I think so. Thoughts and prayers to your higher being of choice for her family. 

Vegas was fun. Peter drove and Mandy sat in the front, I was in the back and had special treatment because I am a Vegas virgin. We drove in and they took me right onto the strip. AWESOME!!! Really, it is everything one would expect. Bright lights, huge hotels, boobs, brothels, a casino here and there. Overwhelmingly exciting and gluttonous. In a good way. I really loved it. Anybody up for a trip? I'm game. Monday night we went to dinner and then we went to the Stratosphere where Peter insisted I ride not one, not two, but all three of the rides on top of the tower (I had mentioned on the way there that I love roller coasters). I obliged happily. So I dangled 110 stories in the air. Literally. The rides all hang over the edge. Kinda badass. Vegas certainly does cater itself to a smorgasbord of people. Kinda made me realize why America is known as the fat country. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I could tone up as well. But...it's a health thing! Come on, America! Lets get sexy. The second day there was filled with meetings for Mandy and Peter, so I was along with them all day and then we hit the casino where I won a little bit and I do mean a little bit. Forty on a ten bet. Black jack. I find that playing the innocent little beginner behooves me. People give little tips. Hey, more than I had before right? Had some free cocktails that tasted like paper. 

Oh, did I mention that Tuesday night we met for a dinner meeting with 2 brothel owners? They wore lots of gold. 

Hey, remember when it was cool to describe things as "pimp"? Stream of consciousness. 

The ride from LA to Vegas is pretty much 3 1/2 hours of dirt and joshua trees. Made me think of U2. 

My love for Gustav Klimt art has been reinforced and I am currently looking for prints to frame for my little haven. 

In an effort to bring physical and mental harmony to my life (anyone who knows me is well aware that my mind has trouble not being on an effing treadmill) I have taken up the long process of perfecting Power Yoga. I mean, damn. It is very challenging. So I got a training video that is eighty minutes. A real ass kicker. So I am moving farther up and up per day working up to the full 80 minutes. Then, I will start going to classes. There is this awesome place in Santa Monica that is all donation. Thats what I'm talkin' about!! Wish me luck. 

Guess I'll post this link on my facebook or something. I miss everyone a lot! This blog thing is kind of fun :)

 

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