temptess

Wacky night. Wacky day, actually. Spent three hours sitting in wretched traffic. Arrived to meet Itsalive for his birthday just as he was pulling out of the pub's driveway. I had a headache and was starving nearly to death. He was gracious enough to come inside and drink with me. AND listen to more bullshit about how stupid relationships are, how stupid men are, how stupid the Greek is. What can I say? I had a good time. Then his Greek-borne London-based PR woman showed up. She said that all Greek men are mama's boys. I should've known. That was funny. We are all hopeless.
Took Casey's re-welded high heels to his house in the valley and dropped off a bottle of Absynthe for the trouble. The bros said he went to the Troubador. I figured that since I had nothing else to do, I'd go over there and see who was in. Death metal craziness.
Saw an old friend and met his buddy from Opiate for the Masses who just moved here from Phoenix. Talked to Kekone who said he would come down then changed his mind. I picked him up and we went for a drink instead. A couple really. Some weird dive bar in Eastern Hollywood/ Silverlake and then stopped by Fred 62 and ate a grilled cheese on sourdough, side of bacon, salad, and fruit. Actually, I didn't eat the bacon. That was all him. We sat in some funny window seat on cushions and he massaged my feet. THe waiter was giving him a hard time because apparently the last time he was in, he came with Kelly Osborn and she threw Macaroni and Cheese all over the restaurant in a food fight. Some people have no manners...!
Ironically enough, he knows said PR woman and had a story to tell. We almost ended up back in Santa Barbara, but his liability called and thus fate stepped in. Crazy day. I got into bed at about 4:00 a.m. I need to eat!