mightyspork

So I've had a pretty good couple of days. I have kept myself busy, been very social. It has kept my mind from horribly obsessive thoughts, and from worrying about being unemployed.

Yesterday I went to the mall in the morning and added crap to our wedding registry (it's like shopping with other peoples money!). Then I met up with fellow unemployed-entertainment-industry-girl Becky and we hung out at a cafe for a few hours. Then we headed out to Hollywood, where we picked up sugarfish and headed to Amoeba for a free show with John Cale (original member of Velvet Underground).

John Cale was fucking awesome! It was exciting to get to see him live (and for free, no less). Next we headed to a bar in Los Feliz to meet Becky's friend and hang out with a bunch of other industry people (I ended up knowing a couple of them). As we left the bar, my fiance called to see if we wanted to meet him and 3 other friends at Fred 62s. What a silly question! The 7 of us jammed into a tiny booth and ate junk food.

Fiance went back to work and i went home around 1am. My fiance never ended up coming home that night. I felt bad that I wasn't worried. I met him for lunch, and did not-a-whole-lot til my friend Sylvie came over. We hung around until her man came over,t hen we ordered pizza. We watched TV and decided we wanted to go out.

So Sylvie and I left the boys at home and went to a strip club. We watched the dancers, chatted, felt bad for them as they crawled on their hands and knees to collect their meager dollars, and laft at the bad tit jobs. We made up fake names and were mistaken for lesbian lovers (I think I was the butch one). We got lap dances, and even though my girl had rock-hard tits, it was pretty fucking sexy.

The end.