Where Am I ??

Do you ever wonder how you get yourself into certain predicaments? Just when I think my life here is about to get ordinary-- I get thrown into a situation unlike any I have ever been in. This place is amazing! So, a friend of the owner (of the cafe I work in) came in and asked me if I could work for him on Saturday. He needed a cloak girl for a wedding he was coordinating. He said he would pay me 50 pounds to work 7-1am. Not bad, right? Besides I throw up that amount every weekend from the pub anyway. I might as well make something out of this weekend- hee hee. AND who knows, weddings are great for eligible guys (usually looking nice). Well, it was a nice wedding and I was hanging up coats but it was the most boring job in the world!! Did I mention it was an Arabric wedding? I have never been to one of those before. WOW!! They really go all out! The ladies are decked out in full on make-up (war paint!) and dressed to impress (wooo...let's say the girls my age looked like they were going to a club, I was shocked to see that, esp bc of their culture). The men are pretty decked out too in a very flashy way. The Mariott Hall that they had it in was decorated from top to bottom...Balloons, ribbons, flowers...the works. The bride & groom practically had there own lavish throne! Then they had belly dancers shaking their bon-bon to and fro!! The food was monumental! A feast to the eyes as well the stomach! AND I must say Arabic food wasn't too bad. I thought it was better than the Polish food I've eaten here. And I ate the whole time bc there was nothing else to do. Bonus, bonus!! I got hit on by some drunk unibrow Arabic dudes wearing some really tacky suits too! Yay! What a night! Unfortunately the only guy I left with was with the black car cabbie that took me home. =(

Conversations about Famous People

Conversations about Famous People

This blog is so baaaad. I love it. It's def a quilty pleasure.

To Buck A Young Buck

It's been a consistent three days so far since this kid, a.k.a "young buck", has come into the caff to buy teas & coffees. He's so adorable. But I never thought about him until he started talking to me. Well, he hasn't really started anything. He just comes in and while he's ordering from Liz, he will ask me some random question like..."So you're going to drink that??" I was making myself a carrot juice. But this kid comes in about 3x a day and he will come up will 1 random question for me each time. The funny thing is...I won't even be helping him or even looking in his direction and he will just try and chat me up. It's cute, in a kinda obvious way. Today the question was..."So...uh, what kind of music do you like??" I said..."What??!" (I started laughing too- oops) I thought I was in Jr. High for a second! So, what do I do with this kid with a hot footballer's bod?? I looked him straight in the eye and asked him, "How old are you?" Yeah, he's 20!! And I was thinking, god you can't even drink legally in my country. I said, "You're so young! He asked, "How old are you?" I said, "Old!" He says,"No, 26 is old, you're young!" (FYI: I AM 26!!) What should I do with this kid?? He's my little bros age! I know it's in style now- "older woman/younger man" BUT he's 20 years old!! His last question for me was..."Are you doing anything this weekend?" OH, kids today!! When will young boys learn the rules? You can't just ask out any respectable girl on a Friday night and expect her to be FREE! HELLO! But I might keep him in mind for next weekend. Besides you know what they say...What happens in another country..stays...

Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll

Okay, so there wasn't any sex (on my part anyway) and only a little rock n roll BUT there was a hell of alot of DRUGS!! OMG! I'm so not used to hanging out with pill poppers, cokeheads, speedfreaks and peeps who inhale laughing gas (what do I call those?) !! But I'm not that straight, really! I got stoned this morning. Seeeeee! I can hang. But I guess I'm a lot straighter then I thought. And it's funny bc I'm more peer pressured to do a line now-- more so then in high school. And there's no pressure here! Maybe that's why. The Aussies that I hung out with this weekend are these super cool peeps that I adore. They all have respectable jobs Monday - Friday, but man, do they party hard on the weekends. I can't keep up! But then I'm not doing a line of speed to keep me going either and they love to mix & match drugs (and alcohol) too. But I must say Aussie's & Kiwi's (New Zealand brats) sure know how to party compared to the boring Brits I hung out with when I was going out w/Rob. But then again these were rich Yuppies and that's a whole diff breed. THEN, I met the hottest Kiwi yet and we seem to hit it off UNTIL all he would talk about was....HIMSELF. But not just himself, he started talking about things girls don't even care about...like motorcycle jumps! Who the fuck cares about that when your at a bar!! OMG! Do I look like a ride one? I thought my ears were about to bleed! I actually got really bored...and no amount of hotness could cure a guy with no personality. I'm sorry, hot guys with no personality- get a clue.

OH! And stay tuned I might be going to a Rubik's Cube party! You show up in 6 colors of clothes and you can't leave until you're wearing all one color! You have to trade your clothes! How fun would that be??!!

Missed Call

I got a call this morning from T-dogg (a.k.a heartbreaker extraordinaire & the reason I left LA in the first place)... He just wanted to say hello since he didn't get a chance to write back (An email I wrote him re : the Dodger game). Yeah, I'm sure that's why you called me, buddy. We are doing the "let's try & be friends" dance ever since I moved here. Let's see how long that will last. The thing is...I don't mind being his friend bc he was my bestfriend for almost 9 years (yeah, that's how long our relationship was!) and I miss him. But sometimes he's incapable of being a true friend. Then after we chit-chatted for a while, he wanted to start talking dirty (typical ex behavior, no?). Ha ha...like I was really going to start that up...esp at work! What a crazy horn-dog! The one thing that's really good about this whole "friend" situation is the fact that I put an ocean in front of me to keep me away from him. He knows my weakness : (him) and I broke the seal when I made the decision to try and be friends. But I really wanted to be friends. Or do I just like to torture myself? One thing is for sure I'm going to do what ever it takes to get him out of my soul... even if that means staying in London longer. Am I running away? You betcha! But I think I could almost see my destination.

Dog Gone It

SO...my actual "London Life" is pretty non-existent lately. I've been working like a dog in a cafe that's tanking by the day. AND to top it off I haven't fully extracted Rob (hot English guy I went out with that no longer calls me) from my brain!! What did I do wrong?? He gave out all the signs (Meeting his friends, taking me to a work function, asking me to take the train up to see his parents...etc) Whatever! He's going bald anyway. I can't have that! Well there goes another customer! I lose more customers that way! But Paul's back (Kinda cute English guy that happened to kiss me when we were both drunk after the pub) and man he's looking huge! This guy needs to lay off the Creatine! There is such a thing as working out but he is looking more and more like beef cake everyday! HUGE! Some guys get so obsessed. AND to top everything off...I'm totally home sick! Okay I must remember 3 more months. Those suckers will fly by. But it doesn't help that all my friends were at the Dodger game last night (back at home). Then just when I was feeling better bc they were losing (hee hee)...they did this amazing come back! Fuckers! Ugh! I can't win. I could actually go for a Dodger Dog right about now. Yum.