Best. Weekend. Ever.

Too much happened this weekend for me to do a play by play, so I just give you the highlights. Sadly, I think I like writing about nothing more than I like writing about something. It's weird, I know.

So...Friday night went to Goldfingers- my new favorite bar. It had a gold cage and a smoke machine...need I say more? I will...I haven't danced in public (meaning not at a friends house/apt) in a long while, but Friday night, it was on. I danced like I've never danced before. Arms flailing, hips shaking, head tossing...I know I looked like one of two things: 1) A 7 yr old or 2) A seizing 20 something. But I didn't care, and it was awesome. Then we went to Cinespace. As we walked through the club, I began to notice something very strange...we were the only white people there. Everyone else was Asian. People were staring. We had crashed someone's birthday party. We decided to make the best of it, but after we couldn't take any more really bad techno music, we left and went back to Goldfingers, back to dancing to 80's music and modern hip hop. That's the way it should be. Techno makes me want to...I don't know what...basically, I don't like it. Don't have a clever comment for that one.

Saturday went to the Grove and checked out Hollywood & Highland. Took a picture of Mary Kate & Ashley's star. No need to say more. Went to Maryn and Tom's that night...good times. I like those kids.

Sunday went to Temescal Canyon and had a picnic then went to the beach. God, I f*cking love the beach. The waves were crashing really close to the shore, which means they were pretty much kicking my a**. I kept getting slammed into the sand and dragged along by my boogie board. I looked like an idiot, of this I am sure. But again, I was having a good time so frankly, I didn't really give a sh*t. Except when I ran into a bunch of kids on the beach, knocking over a 5 yr old...that was embarrassing.

Monday went to Hermosa Beach searching for a bar Emily wanted to check out that was actually in Santa Monica so we didn't find it. We gave her a hard time, pissed her off, but we can laugh about it now, right Emily? Right???
That night, we gussied ourselves up and went to Sky Bar. I've never been before and now I know why...the drinks were freaking $12 a piece. And they don't have tables, they have a giant mattress for everyone to sit on. It sounds comfortable in theory, but it wasn't. I think we spilled at least 3 drinks in our attempt to look "cool" by casually leaning back upon the pillows. It seemed like everyone there was trying to look "cool"...no one was laughing/smiling/appearing to be enjoying themselves whatsoever. Except for our quartet who, not caring if anyone heard us, had a rather loud discussion about gynocologists. Oh man, if I could repeat it I would, b/c it was hilarious. I'm such a tease. After Sky Bar, we appropriately went to Mel's Diner where we stuffed ourselves into a food coma (my choice phrase of the weekend...I ate so much, I honestly think I gained five lbs...I'll weigh myself later and get back to you b/c I know you really care). Best moment of the night: Emily telling us the funniest story I've ever heard in my entire life about her experience at a Strokes concert. I won't repeat it b/c a) I don't know if she wants me to and b) I don't think it would be as funny. But I laughed harder than I ever have. And am even laughing right now just thinking about it. Oh man, so funny, so hilarious, got to catch my breath, laughing so hard.

They're leaving today so I said my goodbyes this morning before work. I'm going to miss the hell out of them. Honestly, when you put the four of us together, I laugh constantly. I think we are funnier as a foursome and should probably take our show on the road. Matt B. can vouch for this, he was our audience of one during our Saturday and Sunday outings.

I decided I need to become the best assistant in the history of assistants so that when my year anniversary comes up next month and I got to ask/beg/demand a raise, I can use "well, I am the best assistant ever" as leverage. So I wasn't going to post b/c I should be always working, always ready to do whatever my bosses want at the drop of a hat. Need me to email something...done. Want a copy of that script? Already on your desk. Thirsty? Let me wet your palette w/a delicious glass of freshly squeezed lemonade. You see what I mean. But then I realized that it's so slow, I'm tired, it's Tuesday but feels like Monday, and I just don't have anything to do. Thus, I wrote. But now I'm done. Finit. The end.
Reagan