Escape to Lost Angeles part 2

Good times but ONNNNNN to the beach! So even though we started 3 hours late, you'd never know. Gaff (Last name abbreviation) picked me up and off we head to TWD's (Trish Will Dance) house. She was at the car dealership picking up her mini cooper…how gay. We did debate peeing in her plants though.



So here we are back in Hermosa beach where some sort of legendary story is born, there is usually lots of making out and Gaff always pukes.

We started off at our token starting point establishment…The Poop Deck at the end of the pier on the strand. See picture below.
*note the popeye picture from part 1 is from a couple of years ago at the very same place.



At one point I was approached by a hot guy who kept wanting pictures with me.(Play "Feel Like Makin' Love here. RECORD SCRATCH…I mean play U+UR Hand by Pink) When approached by a hot guy, I'm always lead to believe something terrible is about to happen or I'm going to get robbed or something. Let's be honest…cute gets cute. I really don't know what we were doing but it was fun. I'm sure I'm in his blog.






We were patiently waiting on our Jersey kid Audie and all of his buddies when they finally arrived hours later. I guess they were doing their hair.

Wait…who lost that loving feeling?




Suddenly Nicole challenged some random guys to a duel. A flip cup duel. They declined so she called the pussies and such and off we went to start our own game. For those of you unfamiliar with the game flip cup, which I actually don't think I've played for 8 years.
Look here.
Flip Cup- Wikipedia

Here's a video I found on youtube although our games were more exciting…hopefully when I get the footage edited you can see the magic.



This dancing picture would allude to a big win but I'm pretty sure we were on different teams.



WEEEEELL after about 5 or 6 games we and trying to teach some random old man we decided to go to the next bar. The second move…The Mermaid. It is cougar (by cougar I mean an urban cougar which is and I'll one day be- Urbancougar: a sophisticated species of female who seeks the pleasure of younger males.) central and full of mature people. The bartenders dress like they're on the Love Boat and all over 50. It rules.


My first stop was the bathroom where I began to watch film footage from earlier. It wasn't until Gaff came in that I realized I was standing there with my pants down watching the view finder. Who knows how long that went on. I then gathered myself headed out of the stall…she then handed me the phone to talk to her boyfriend. He may now know all my dark secrets…not really sure.


My next job will be magician. I pulled some Criss Angel mindfreak shit.

Being Italian, I was talking with my hands. I smacked the cocktail straws out of Rock N' Roll Nicole's drink. One of which narrowly missed Gaff's eye and the other not sure. An ice cube flew up in the air far above our heads and landed right back in the glass. The only 2 people who saw it were me and TWD. Gaff was up in arms as she thought I chucked a straw at her and Nicole was clueless. We didn't even try to explain why were laughing so hard we were crying in the group of otherwise mellow cats. It was classic.


It was nearing feeding time if us, the girls, were going to carry on. They boys had already eaten. (I suspect while they were crimping their hair) We ended up getting slices off the end of the pier and catching a cab home after telling the boys we'd see them at north end.


We intended on going…it was my fault, I had to put my bags at Nicole's house. First we decided to go to 7-11 and buy snacks and by that I mean…ice cream, snowballs, soda, cheetos and more. Next thing you know we're in our PJ's watching Wayne's World. Yet another classic.

Mmm snowballs otherwised referenced as the hairy marshmallow



***In case you're wondering…yes Gaff puked. I was awaken by furious footsteps pounding down the hallway at god knows what time, followed by a frantic door slam and the sound of vomit. Naturally, I giggled, rolled over and went back to sleep. You're welcome.





I eventually made my way back up to Jewely and Scott's place. That's when bbq and my famous potatoes ensued. Suddenly a hawk swooped down, landed on Scott's arm and started trying to peck his eyes out. One of his friends karate chopped it in the back…RECORD SCRATCH. Sorry that didn't really happen. I thought things were getting kind of boring. Moving on.


Well the next day after walking up to Melrose and getting my Ice Blended Mocha double shot there were important choices needing to be made. Where are we getting a pedicure and where are we going for sushi.

OOOH…check out ma toes. I know they look black but it's really a mixture of a dark red and black that looks like dirty blood mixed with pinot noir…kinda like my heart. Oh wait, they fixed that dirty blood problem when I was small. The Pinot statement still stands.



I MUST however tell you about the place we went to. We've gone there once before and didn't really like it but it was convenient so we went back. It's called Deon Nails on Beverly and something east of Fairfax. This crazy little Asian woman runs it and I think you should go.

While we were there she pushed a valet guy who came in to ask her a question, made way too many trips to the bathroom in a 5 minute period and used the phrase "you know you like it" one too many times. Of course, it WAS a 50/50 toss-up whether she was talking to us or on her damn phone since she had that damn bug in her ear. It all worked out though.

So sushi Roku in Santa Monica it was. MMMMMmmmmmm.


Michelle (A good ol' VA friend who I love dearly and is new to CA) fell down a hill while walking her dogs and hurt herself and lost her house key so she was out. Therefore, Jewely, Gaff and myself were in. Although the girls thought I was insulting the waiter by calling him an A-hole, he appreciated my bantor and the breaking up of the monotony of his day. He hearted me.


Please play "Walking With The Ghost" here.
I had to catch a cab the next morning at 430am. I slept for about 3 hours, went down the long hallway in J's house and froze as I heard footsteps coming behind me. Just as they got to me they stopped. After almost peeing my pants in front of the bathroom door I entered, picked my stomach up off the floor and tried to brush my teeth without crying. There's a good reason for fearing ghosts here. Turns out it was probably just her awesome neighbor Lynda who also had an early flight walking down her hallway (they have a duplex) to the bathroom as well. Still enough to shake THIS ninja!

So I'm back. But hey, a 32 ounce sweet tea at Burger Street is only 89 cents. I'm in. I've also never lived anywhere where they label the fruit advocating the use of artificially flavored sugar filled toppings. I love it I think.




I also have some shows to look forward to in the coming months….

Poison/Ratt. YES!
Tesla. YES!
And the Lone Star Fandango who consists of:
ZZ Top
David Allan Coe
Old 97s
Drive By Truckers


*you're cool, you're cool, you suck, you're cool…who's going with me!?