Happy Birthday Bootie!

This weekend we celebrated Crystal's 26th and it was really good. Last night a group of us went dancing at Three Of Clubs. We went home to bed like good innocent girls but mostly b/c even in the extreme darkness of the place, nobody looked appealing so yet another night went by for me without meeting my prince... Today Crystal's man got us into Disney's California Adventure and I took my faithful companion Robin. I realized today that I am quite proud of myself for being so comfortable with my singleness and chose to take Robin as my date on Saturday to the Red Sox/Angels game at 1:30 pm followed by...COLDPLAY!!! We will be going to the seven thirty show at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater with Crystal and Joel in Irvine. I decided that instead of taking a guy I should take my best pal. Besides, I will only allow a guy to kiss me when a Coldplay song is playing if I am willing to marry him. That is my true measure of love!...So anyway, those of you who are jealous I get to see them again should be. And get ready to hear me go on and on about how great the show was forever. I can already hear Casey bitching at me "Get Over fucking Coldplay!"...But back to today. We all road the Tower of Terror three times in a row - Chelsea, I clenched Robin's arm in place of yours but it wasnt the same!...And then we got a bit ridiculous at the end of the night going on the Water Rapids ride five times. Rubes and Crys and I all happened to be wearing white and I am sure our wet tee-shirts gave a few teenage boys some wet dreams tonight.

Oh, yeah, and Wednesday night Robin, Case and I went out for a few cocktails (I lasted real long abstaining from alcohol this month, huh?). We stopped in Beauty Bar - "Adam Banks" was working, Chel, and he was soooo cute this time! - and I was sad b/c it really seemed so trendy and all the Hipsters were so Too Cool and I felt like we were in a movie. But it got worse when we went to Star Shoes around the corner. I swear to God girls in boots and daisy dukes and trendy hairdos were not walking in but sashaying and twirling INTO the bar! All the guys were skinnier than me and for sure spent more time putting together their seventies revival look than I did getting dressed. NOT ONE person spoke to us and I was sober and realized how lame it can all be. We have been mostly sticking to laid back places like Cabo, Barneys and the Ranch where you can meet people like ones back home and make friends and stuff and I guess I was forgetting we do live in Hollywood. I cant believe for two years we always frequented those other places and liked those guys who were Too Cool For School (although my beloved Marcial goes to those places and he's not a Scenester Snot).

Speaking of Marcial, about two months ago, after I finished reading "He's Just Not That Into You" and "Be Honest Youre Not That Into Him Either"; I was all pumped up and deleted every number in my cell of any guy I have hooked up with, wanted to hook up with, may hook up with if desperate enough.... and anyone just not worthy of calling again. It wasnt so bad at first and I was on a role meeting potential guys out for a while and though, I wouldnt take their numbers or save them when they'd call, they'd keep calling. Funny, huh? But this last week I have been discouraged and wanted to be around someone I like and find very attractive and found myself praying Marcial's number would reappear in my brain or phone. At Beauty Bar I was praying to every God he'd waltz in, and he didnt and now I am glad. I know I did the right thing ridding myself of distracting baggage and I feel clear headed and focused on getting my act together in the guy department for the first time in my life....so any of you singles out there I dare you to try it.

But I must confess if I still had P Robes' digits, they would remained secretly saved - because though I never slept with him, I am sure on a lonely night I could weaken and request a private "Rock" performance :)