My ass is so sunburnt right now it hurts to sit, and my back so fried to a rosy crisp that the slightest movement feels like a slap. I slept on my side all night it stung so bad. I got up this morning around 8 since that’s when Angelina decided to start rehearsing for her Rent audition later this afternoon.
“It sounds like our freshman year dorm around here” Showcase remarked as she launched into her fourth straight rendition of Take Me or Leave Me.
Bean, my best girlfriend from college, was in town this weekend. Everyone’s favorite Pittsburgh fashionista had met Kevin at a wedding a few months ago and the two of them launched into a phone relationship after they finished pawing each other in a dark conference room in a Western Pennsylvania Mariott. She decided to fly out here so they could spend some time together and sort of evaluate where things were going. They had a great date Friday night and she laid it out right at the beginning that she wouldn’t be spending the night at his place. And after a lovely dinner and a drink back at his house in Brentwood, he suddenly turned into a big whiny baby when she asked him to drive her the four miles back to my place.
The next day they made plans to spend the day together, but when the spending the night question came back up, Kevin needed his rattle and pacifier back when he started whining yet again about making a ten minute drive at the end of the night. She flew across the country but he can’t drive from Brentwood to Beverly Hills?
Bean had had enough by that point, and was pretty upset that he couldn’t respect the boundaries she set. So we spend the remainder of the weekend together. After indulging her passion for fashion at Fred Segal, Lisa Kline, and a score of trendy boutiques that clothe L.A.’s most stylish and starving, we hit Venice Beach for a bit of sun and relaxation.
I slathered myself in SPF 30 before even leaving my apartment, but it mustn’t have been enough. Then again, merely stepping outside is a sunburn risk for someone with my sensitive alabaster skin. I have one of those spray bottles of aloe vera cooling in my fridge and I’ve been applying it hourly. At least in a few days the red should be gone and I’ll have a bit of that base tan Pauly was telling me to work on before hitting the Bonnaroo Music Festival in 2 weeks time.
On the poker front, I had a good week, even making a sizable cashout last night. Money is always a good thing for me, especially since I’ll have to play a lot less this week. I have to really focus on writing before this trip, where I’ll be totally unplugged for 6 days. Charlie and I are talking pretty much daily and I want to give him some pages to look at before I leave.
