Easter Parade

Had a very un-Pascal weekend: in observance of Lenten abstention, had a crazy all-you can eat sushi dinner on Friday w/ super-trooper from the OC Carol (took her 2.5 hours to get to the Valley-ouch!) & roomie Allison, followed by adventures in Downtown w/ Linda and crew. Original plan was to hit up El Cid, but dinner did that in. Then we were headed to a random warehouse party Downtown, but when we got there it was overrun with teenagers (despite the fact that I got carded to see Blades of Glory, which was hilarious, I do not count myself in their number) and the door was being manned by a bum, literally. So we went to Bordello instead, which was really cool and is allegedly in an actual house of ill-repute. And the bartenders were appropriately attired for the theme. How cute. Saw some random band playing gypsy music from the '30s which, I was drunkenly instructed by Brian, is the root of jazz. You learn something new every frickin' day. Thanks to Andrew for keeping us entertained even after the music stopped. Saturday was off to a very slow start, but we managed a successful shopping trip to buy a wedding present in the ghetto (that's so accurate, I don't even want to get into it) and a dress for Carol for her sis's wedding (not in the ghetto, thank god). Inadvertently had a mocha and carrot cake for dinner (I swear I thought I'd have time and appetite left for a real meal!) then trudged to Dimples for a couple drinks and about 8 rounds of Happy Birthday (my advice, if it's not your big day and you just want a fun night of watching your friends embarrass themselves in Burbank, go to Sardo's instead). Learned a couple polka steps outside of NoBar before beddy-bye time, finally. Showed up for Prince's fabu bar-b-que in less than stellar shape. Still, couldn't help but have a wonderful time with such an energetic host and lovely company.
I know you think I must be done, but I actually spent last night at the House of Blues on Sunset. I couldn't bring myself to drink a drop and left before the show was over to get home and get some zzz's (also got a parking ticket--boo!). Since there's no rest for the wicked (and I am wicked indeed), I'm headed to not-lame karaoke with the crew tonight. Tomorrow I sleep!

Undercover Brother is an idiot

I wouldn't let this guy drive my Corolla, let alone a $1.5 million Ferrari. Of course, I will never own a $1.5 m car...at least the car's owner has some perspective: there are, in fact, "worse things happening in the world."

Fool for love

So, in a dumb carpe-diem kinda move not to be repeated for a good long while, I gave my number to random guy at Wang's last night (yes, there's a lot wrong with that statement, don't remind me). I should have known when he made me pinky swear to call him back, but I honestly thought it was a joke. Until I got home about a half hour later and had both a text message and a voicemail from the needy motherfucker. Come on, wait at least until the next day--it's not that hard, you'll sleep through most of the transition. Add to that he's too young and not my type and all my good intentions for being more open and less judgy go right out the window. No fucking way I'm calling a guy who's managed to irritate me within the first hour of our acquaintance. I will freely admit that had he been hot this might be a very different post, but he wasn't so this isn't. You gotta be hot or smooth (or at least not irritating), you can't not be either.