So its been a good long weekend so far. Friend from home (Kel, known her since I was three) was here and me & our shared best friend spent Sat-Sun entertaining her. Bars, beach, and runs were the order of the day. All three of us are striving to run a marathon in December, but, for the record, drinking heavily the night before running = nothing but pure pain the whole next day.
Attended a fun BBQ yesterday. Didnt know many people there, and compensated by downing too many tequila shots (as if there is such a thing as too few) and flirting obnoxiously. I asked one of the hosts for his number, so I am gonna vow to call him by Tuesday. He was a loud cutie in pink pants that he fucking pulled off (as in made them work) somehow. Though the pink pants did necessitate my saying, Hey, is Nick single? Roommate: Free as the day. Me: Is he into girls? Roommate: Hells yeah. Me: Okay then. You never know with pink clothing on a guy Kel was stunned by all the big personalities in the room. Poor girl is used to DC decorum; in L.A. its go big or go home.
Came home tonight to unwind with a couple beers and some Chinese food while reading a friends script. Its really good, thank god. Said friend is wicked talented but doesnt always hit the mark this ones a good one. Shes made it to the 2nd round of the Sundance writers lab, and given the screenplays topic and execution, I honestly think she might have a good chance of making it in if only all friend scripts were this easy on the eyes and brain.
Okay, Im off to find someone to chat with. Tempted to make all sorts of bad calls tonight (to male friends to take me to strip clubs, to male friends for booty calls, to ex-boyfriend for either/both). I should really just go see Red Eye already. Or at least finish watching Almost Famous for the third time this week.
Attended a fun BBQ yesterday. Didnt know many people there, and compensated by downing too many tequila shots (as if there is such a thing as too few) and flirting obnoxiously. I asked one of the hosts for his number, so I am gonna vow to call him by Tuesday. He was a loud cutie in pink pants that he fucking pulled off (as in made them work) somehow. Though the pink pants did necessitate my saying, Hey, is Nick single? Roommate: Free as the day. Me: Is he into girls? Roommate: Hells yeah. Me: Okay then. You never know with pink clothing on a guy Kel was stunned by all the big personalities in the room. Poor girl is used to DC decorum; in L.A. its go big or go home.
Came home tonight to unwind with a couple beers and some Chinese food while reading a friends script. Its really good, thank god. Said friend is wicked talented but doesnt always hit the mark this ones a good one. Shes made it to the 2nd round of the Sundance writers lab, and given the screenplays topic and execution, I honestly think she might have a good chance of making it in if only all friend scripts were this easy on the eyes and brain.
Okay, Im off to find someone to chat with. Tempted to make all sorts of bad calls tonight (to male friends to take me to strip clubs, to male friends for booty calls, to ex-boyfriend for either/both). I should really just go see Red Eye already. Or at least finish watching Almost Famous for the third time this week.