It is inTENTS, really.

I've been busy.

I working really hard, then got on a plane to California (instead of to Boston).

And since i've been in California it has been a whirlwind of activity leading up to my birthday, the 13th.

And yesterday was full on Recovery Day, lots of eating, sleeping and some hair of the dog for good measure.

But don't think I have been neglecting my duties as a blogger and observational humorist. I have been keeping tabs on those things with my tiny notebook and thoughtful notes.

Run down of notes:

AIRPORT

I wrote this little piece about how nice it is to forced to separate yourself from your stuff and all connections to the world outside of the airport (Southwest does not offer wifi). But then I got distracted by DJ MarcRonsonWannabe (for all I know, it could have been him... but I doubt it was). BUT this guy DJ MRW, had case after case (3 actually) with him as carry-ons (how he got 3 and I only got my backpack is still a mystery. Anyways, he just makes himself at home... as we all did, there were only 65 or so people on the flight, so we ALL had a section of seats to ourselves. Which, I can now confirm is the best way to spend a flight, alone, not talking to anyone stretched out across 3 seats like a fucking princess.

But DJMRW keeps looking over at me the entire flight. Not in a checking me out or finding me odd and worth of such observation, but more just... keeping an eye on me.

Which, I found irritating. I was only sitting there, listening to my ipod, reading my fashion magazines. Not Earth shattering shit. In fact, quite normal, borderline shit.

So yeah, I was un-nerved by his "fascination" or irritation with my behavior.

But I let it go, I mean.... it's not like he was ACTUALLY Marc Ronson, right.

NIGHT ONE

The boys in the 'hood.

The neighborhood I am staying in is so lovely.

I mean the people, the food, everything. It is just perfect.

So I went out with my friend to a BBQ. The guys there, mostly in a band called the MO-AGS. Were exceptionally sweet, friendly and hospitable, until I was offered a jello shot that tasted like pure lighter fluid. But that is not their fault. It was the very loud girl who made said shots, it was her fault.

Sadly, I suffered from a case of too much too fast, the flight the drinking, the not eating... caught up with me and I was a bit of a mess.... not a vomming, stumbling mess but a tired, untalkitive freaking out mess.

NIGHT TWO

We headed over to La Poubelle.

This great cozy bar/restaurant.

We met up with a few of her friends for a pre-birthday celebration for me.

It was all fun and games and drinks, until a boy in the group crossed a line. He pulled a little Mean Girls move that landed him in Social Siberia with my friend. But seeing how she is of the forgiving kind... she didn't totally out him there.

She and I were heading back to her house after a serious bout of Martini-itus. Mine being of the Suped-up Cosmo variety and hers of Supa-dirty variety.

As we head back we invite the MGB (Mean Girls boy) back up.

Now before the porno music starts rolling in your head, it is not like that. I am not like that. She is not like that; WE are not like that.

However, we were all very very drunk.

MGB decided to sit a little close, to me. And got too snuggle-y, with me.

MGB got thrown out on his ass.

My friend and I hold no animosity toward one another. And we both have total respect for eachother and eachothers choice of boys.

That being said, MGB making such an error in judgment... well... got him kicked out.

And as he was being kicked out, the defensive innocence on his face (well practiced, possibly, he is an actor). As he repeatedly told my friend "Wait" "Listen" "But I love you" she repeatedly told him "Stop" "Shut up" "No" and "Just leave".

There is a chance this was all a huge drunken misunderstanding by all of us. But regardless... if you are hooking up with my BFFFE and then turn your attentions to me... expect to be thrown out. Seriously.

*note since then the issue has been cleared up

NIGHT THREE

We stayed in.

We watched a ton of TV and cooked and ate.

It was nice. I love playing catch up.

Plus, we needed the night off to prepare for my Birthday.

MY BIRTHDAY

We were up early (because we were not sleeping off some booze). We spent the day shopping and cruising Los Feliz (the Happy). I picked up some great jewelry, vintage tees, and books as a birthday present to myself. I got a GORGEOUS cake (white cake with lemon custard and raspberry filling). Had a champagne filled lunch. Came home. and Got ready to go out.

We landed ourselves at La Poubelle, with drinks flowing and friends showing up.

I met some people, though I can't really recall the names. I was on a lemon-drop high.

But the people I met... wow.

The ladies were lovely. The bartenders fantastic, plying me with lemon drops and chocolate cake shots.

The dudes... there was IINU (Interested IN u) the guy who kept asking me so many questions about myself, it felt like a Proust survey. I don't doubt he was interested. But there was such a level of intensity to his pressings that I found it... alarming in my drunken state. I hope I came across as polite. I know I gave him the address for this blog... I hope he enjoyed it.

There was AM (Actor Man) a guy who was pretty much in love with my friend. Which I adore watching. I love to watch them fawn all over her and then fall powerless to her feminine wiles. It is fascinating. I understand it though, the dark hair (long and healthy), great skin (olive complected and blemish free) and startling green eyes, it is a tough package to disagree with. Unless you are just not into attractive women. There was YM (yoga man), the friend to AM who was into me. YM was attractive, tall enough, tan enough... with the body of an yogi. However, him telling me how he lives in a tent, in topanga canyon... kinda put me off. Also a desire to live in a yurt. And how he just got back from a week long intensive yoga retreat in Joshua Tree was off putting as well.

*I never thought I would have to make living in an actual dwelling a requirement to date me... but yeah. I do now.

So now you're caught up.

Between the boys and the booze... and a total recovery day yesterday.....

And now today, with everything fun and new still waiting to happen.....