I always get lost on Hoover street
Last night was fairly eventful. I went and saw Lauren in Silverlake, someone I haven't hung out with since last year, so I was pretty stoked about that. We plan on hanging out next week, since she doesn't have anything going on except babysitting, but I'm not entirely sure when that will be.
I got there around 8ish and I called her informing I was there, since there are problems with parking. Seriously, when I find a place, even if its really nice, if there is no parking, I will not be getting the place. Her place is simply ridiculous in finding anything unless its a block upward, and it sucked walking with heels let me tell you. I know next time I'm there, I'll bring flats, with heels in a bag if we plan on going out.
Anyway, going back to my story, we went to this place called Masa in L.A. and they had the best chicken panini. Actually, come to think of it, they had a lot of different kinds of Panini. They even had a couple of Cuban dishes, something I think I will try next time I'm in the area. The salad that came with my meal was kind of weird but the ambience of the place was cool. You walk in and it has this coffee type of setting, with loungey feel to it. It's got interesting artwork, probably from someone in the neighborhood; sofas/comfy chairs on the left and then some tables on the right side. And for it being so cute, the menu items were hardly expensive, which I think is amazing when it come to cool ambient settings.
From there, we tried going to a few bars, all of which were without parking. No luck with parking at all. Well, scratch that. There was parking, but it was either meter or you had to pay some parking fee. Welcome to Los Angeles right?
So finally, we came upon this bar called the 4100. My memory has been shot, thats what its called right? It was located in Echo park, right across the street from the german pub Jessica and I always used to go to called the Red Lion. Anyway, we walk in there and it's a total meat market. All these guys dressed to impress while doing their whole staring thing as if they've "never-seen-a-girl-in-their-life-and-I'm-going-to-keep-staring" crap. I hate that. Anyway, Lauren and I get some drinks and find a table. It kindof sucked because the music was blaring in our ears, making it hard to hear one another and this group of guys kept turning around from the table they were sitting at in front of us, and kept staring at us. It gets really annoying sometimes because they make it SO OBVIOUS. Anyway, this guy waves hello to me in which I respond with a half anticipated hello back and then turn my gaze away from him to continue my conversation with Lauren.
We didn't last too long there, since the growing meat market and random drunk girls, who kept crashing into me a couple of times, were starting to bug us. So we leave and stop by 7-11, grab some beers and energy drinks and head back. Instead of taking the three flights of stairs it takes to get back to her studio, we take this old, I mean OLD elevator up. It's really tiny and you pull the elevator doors open just so you can get in and out.
So we get in her apartment and drink and eat some popcorn. Seriously, I'm starting to dislike beer, or maybe just alcohol in general. Last night was probably the least amount of alcohol I've drank in awhile. The idea of getting trashed and wasted doesn't seem to fun to me anymore. I mean, I still drink at least once a week, but the taste or something about it, maybe its the full feeling or the gut that I stare at all the time that never goes away, making me not want to have it as much. I think I want to get more into wine. I mean I had my hard alcohol faze, my beer faze (which I think is fading ever so fast) and now enterting into my wine faze, which may be the help of Lauren, since she loves wine. I don't know many other people that like wine except Sonia, and she always drinks wine, but I think that just makes her more exotic. :o)
Back to my story. I ended up just staying the night, falling asleep to Family Guy. I was woken up a couple of hours later by the sound of her radio alarm a few couple hundred times. She had to be at work at the butt crack of dawn so that she could do some extra work for her boss.
I get home, which was about an hour ago, and she text messages me telling me that her car got broken into and they stole her stereo. Poor girl. Seriously, this girl's car got broken into already this week at her job and now come a few days later, again. I guess they broke her passenger window and took her stereo. A few days ago, they stole her cds, stereo and I guess some of her clothes.
Why the hell do people steal clothes? I mean, its not like you can get money back from that, I guess unless you sell it at a garage sale or from your car or something.
I feel bad. I didn't get her text until later on, after I had gotten home. I wish I could have gotten it sooner so I could help her out or something.
But besides that, just hanging out last night beat out going to any party, where all I would be doing anyway is talking meaningless shit to strangers that I will never to talk to again and adding more calories and fat to my stomach and thighs. I wouldnt mind doing this more often. It's weird. Sometimes I feel more mature or maybe just the feeling that I have outgrown this "lets-party-hard" thing. Maybe not, I don't know. I just know chilling with cool friends, having meaningful conversations and drinks at hand is less expensive and more worth the time lately. The idea is just more appealing to me.
the end.
I got there around 8ish and I called her informing I was there, since there are problems with parking. Seriously, when I find a place, even if its really nice, if there is no parking, I will not be getting the place. Her place is simply ridiculous in finding anything unless its a block upward, and it sucked walking with heels let me tell you. I know next time I'm there, I'll bring flats, with heels in a bag if we plan on going out.
Anyway, going back to my story, we went to this place called Masa in L.A. and they had the best chicken panini. Actually, come to think of it, they had a lot of different kinds of Panini. They even had a couple of Cuban dishes, something I think I will try next time I'm in the area. The salad that came with my meal was kind of weird but the ambience of the place was cool. You walk in and it has this coffee type of setting, with loungey feel to it. It's got interesting artwork, probably from someone in the neighborhood; sofas/comfy chairs on the left and then some tables on the right side. And for it being so cute, the menu items were hardly expensive, which I think is amazing when it come to cool ambient settings.
From there, we tried going to a few bars, all of which were without parking. No luck with parking at all. Well, scratch that. There was parking, but it was either meter or you had to pay some parking fee. Welcome to Los Angeles right?
So finally, we came upon this bar called the 4100. My memory has been shot, thats what its called right? It was located in Echo park, right across the street from the german pub Jessica and I always used to go to called the Red Lion. Anyway, we walk in there and it's a total meat market. All these guys dressed to impress while doing their whole staring thing as if they've "never-seen-a-girl-in-their-life-and-I'm-going-to-keep-staring" crap. I hate that. Anyway, Lauren and I get some drinks and find a table. It kindof sucked because the music was blaring in our ears, making it hard to hear one another and this group of guys kept turning around from the table they were sitting at in front of us, and kept staring at us. It gets really annoying sometimes because they make it SO OBVIOUS. Anyway, this guy waves hello to me in which I respond with a half anticipated hello back and then turn my gaze away from him to continue my conversation with Lauren.
We didn't last too long there, since the growing meat market and random drunk girls, who kept crashing into me a couple of times, were starting to bug us. So we leave and stop by 7-11, grab some beers and energy drinks and head back. Instead of taking the three flights of stairs it takes to get back to her studio, we take this old, I mean OLD elevator up. It's really tiny and you pull the elevator doors open just so you can get in and out.
So we get in her apartment and drink and eat some popcorn. Seriously, I'm starting to dislike beer, or maybe just alcohol in general. Last night was probably the least amount of alcohol I've drank in awhile. The idea of getting trashed and wasted doesn't seem to fun to me anymore. I mean, I still drink at least once a week, but the taste or something about it, maybe its the full feeling or the gut that I stare at all the time that never goes away, making me not want to have it as much. I think I want to get more into wine. I mean I had my hard alcohol faze, my beer faze (which I think is fading ever so fast) and now enterting into my wine faze, which may be the help of Lauren, since she loves wine. I don't know many other people that like wine except Sonia, and she always drinks wine, but I think that just makes her more exotic. :o)
Back to my story. I ended up just staying the night, falling asleep to Family Guy. I was woken up a couple of hours later by the sound of her radio alarm a few couple hundred times. She had to be at work at the butt crack of dawn so that she could do some extra work for her boss.
I get home, which was about an hour ago, and she text messages me telling me that her car got broken into and they stole her stereo. Poor girl. Seriously, this girl's car got broken into already this week at her job and now come a few days later, again. I guess they broke her passenger window and took her stereo. A few days ago, they stole her cds, stereo and I guess some of her clothes.
Why the hell do people steal clothes? I mean, its not like you can get money back from that, I guess unless you sell it at a garage sale or from your car or something.
I feel bad. I didn't get her text until later on, after I had gotten home. I wish I could have gotten it sooner so I could help her out or something.
But besides that, just hanging out last night beat out going to any party, where all I would be doing anyway is talking meaningless shit to strangers that I will never to talk to again and adding more calories and fat to my stomach and thighs. I wouldnt mind doing this more often. It's weird. Sometimes I feel more mature or maybe just the feeling that I have outgrown this "lets-party-hard" thing. Maybe not, I don't know. I just know chilling with cool friends, having meaningful conversations and drinks at hand is less expensive and more worth the time lately. The idea is just more appealing to me.
the end.