I boarded a 6 am flight the Friday before Thanksgiving. The dreadful early plane ride wasn’t so bad with my best friend by my side. I perked up quickly with excitement once I realized I would be stepping out of nine degrees and into seventy or seventy five.
I tried to do it all. Well, all that I could do in exactly a week. My weekend started off at a local bar with some old friends that I honestly forget about until I come back to LA. I remember them when I am reminded that my usual group of friends won’t be back from school until after the weekend and these boys are always around. Hey, I tell the truth. So G and C took me out to this hole-in-the-wall bar, in the Valley, that was located conveniently in a mini mall. Not my proudest moment but it was three minutes from my house and the drinks were under five dollars. Note to self, go to Fox Fire in Valley Glen to get drunk on a budget. And maybe if you’re lucky you’ll pick up a guy sitting alone at the bar who looks as if the world has collapsed right before his vodka tonic. We all know I tried to start up conversation once, maybe twice.
