Two for One

I'd say you're getting a great deal with this post, a bonus if you will, but I'm not saving you any money, just wasting more of your time.  Sorry.

Friday night I found myself headed downtown to The Standard with my cohort, EG.  It was her co-worker's 30th birthday and she had never been to the rooftop bar.  New people in a new place, perfect.  First thing on my agenda was to make the parking attendant sitting in a lawn chair think I was going to hit him with my car.

Check.

Observation Deck

Well, what was suppose to finally be a girl's night out in Los Angeles turned into another group date.  Not that I'm complaining, it was a nice little high school reunion, but when I heard the destination was the W in Hollywood I'm pretty sure I audibly groaned.  I walked away from the night with many observations, the most important being if you want to kiss a girl, trick her.

East v West

I've done some bar hopping since I've been back in the Lehigh Valley and let me tell you, it's a bit different than the L.A. scene.  Not that anyone would be surprised, but I tend to forget there's a whole other world outside of California.

Now, I haven't gone to these bars with the intention of talking to "men" because I've been in the company of all my guy friends.  I don't have any douchebag quotes or awkward situations to share, which is unfortunate for both you and me, but give me next weekend back in L.A. and I'm sure I'll have something for you.

(Un)Exciting.

Lately I've had the curse of having too many friends and they all demand some sort of social group gathering. This has thwarted my efforts to attack guys at bars for the past few weeks. There were a few moments that appeared somewhat worth mentioning, but I'll allow you to determine their actual value.

Baby Steps

So it begins.  I'm getting my head out of the clouds, my ass off the bench and jumping into the game, right wing preferably.  There was a slight change of plans and instead of Q's I found myself at Double Deuce in the Gaslamp Quarter, San Diego.  I dressed appropriately in some knee high brown boots and a jean skirt as the DD is a country western bar.  My boots made that sweet sound when hitting the wood floor during my line dancing routine.  Yee-haw!

Two Left Feet, Literally and Figuratively.

Before kindergarten I was wearing 2 left shoes in an attempt to straighten out my right foot.  I was the outcast kid with lice before the end of 1st grade.  Asking my mom to buy me unisex Nike shirts and mesh shorts continued beyond 5th.

While in 7th I spent over 5 hours with a brush stuck in my hair.  10th grade had me walking through the halls with paint covered jeans from working with the theater's art department.  I survived high school only to enter college looking like a 12 year old boy.

During my summer job at an amusement park I was picked up and shoved into a full trash can.  After graduation, I was convinced by my boyfriend to move across the country to the west coast only for him to dump me when I was 40 miles outside of Las Vegas.  And during a large portion of this time I was a closeted hardcore Backstreet Boys fan.  What does all this add up to?  One incredibly awkward girl.