Wow, that's.... poetic.

Been too swamped with bellydancing stuff to post. Ok, got catch up to do. Ready??

The Autumns show on Thursday was awesome, par usuale. It was a promo thing for a L.A. rock magazine, so it was free drinks all night. Beforehand though, we went to a thai restaurant across the street, where I had the BEST green curry ever!! Mmmmmm... What facinated me was the selection of faux (soy) meats they had. I'm not a vegetarian, so I don't quite get it. If you don't want to eat meat, why eat something that's suppose to taste exactly like the thing you don't want to eat? But whatever... So, not only did they have soy beef, chicken, & pork, they also had soy shrimp. Soy Shrimp?? Wow, that's hard core vegan, right? I did taste the soy chicken red curry Artsy Gal had, and it was the most real chicken-like faux chicken I've ever had. I stuck to the real thing. Yum!

Friday night, OCG, Bindi Gal and I decided to hit up a new bar. OCG had heard good things about it, specifically, the crowd was more professional (brothas got j-o-b's) and of our age range. I know, sad for 26 year olds...

We get there early so we can get a table and not have to stand in line. However, when we get there and settle in, we realized we were hungry. After debating a bit ("we've got a good table here.", "are we that hungry?") we decide to leave in search of food.

When we return from our flavorless and expensive meal, there was now a line, already in progress. There were only about 10 people in line, so we thought, "not bad, we'll get in pretty quickly." Wrong!

Oh, the power that doormen have...

We noticed that they were only letting people in as patrons were leaving. So 2 out, 2 in. Fine, fair enough. These wonder twins, however, let "peoples they knew" right in. Again, fine, I know it happens. Lucky you if you know people, right? Two here, four there... Then 3 more here, WTF 4 more there?!? They were seemingly letting anyone that walked right up to them and pretended to know them in. Hello? There's like 20 people in line, and you let just about that many people in! Idiots...

Needless to say, I (was like omg) let's get out of here!

After getting a drink each at a lounge a few blocks away, we headed to the old tried-and-true. A bar across the street from OCG's place.

In hindsight, we should have just started there. The bartenders all know us, free drinks, no driving required. Our bad for cheating on them. Sowwy...

OCG made sure our 2 favorite bartenders knew we're there. Soon after, glasses clanked and drinks sipped.

At some point during the night, OCG pointed out a boy target sitting a ways across the bar. I glanced, said uh huh, and didn't think much of it. (Retard, I know.) Every so often, I'd rescan the entire bar for interesting people. I would notice he would be looking our way. Well, the boy in question, walks to where we are to order a beer. "Amstel Light." Oh ok, I think I get it. He could have ordered from where he was sitting, but he came all the way over here. Well, he's probably into OCG or Bindi Gal.

First words escape me now, but somehow we got to talking, Bindi Gal leaves her chair for the restroom and he sits. We chatted the rest of the night. He was good looking, beautiful eyes, well dressed. Come to find he's originally from Kansas City and move here 8 years ago for his job as an Aerospace Engineer. (I had sensed a nerdiness while chattin', but now I knew why...) He also said he was a Poet. Hmmm...

OCG would glance over and make faces at me periodically. Giving me the well-yes-no? look. I tried to ignore her. I'm kinda out of my element as is, and need not feel like I'm being watched and have to give a play by play. Eventually she got impatient and asked Poetry Boy when he was going to make a move. I swear that girl likes to make me squirm! I don't know what he told her, but he turn back around to me and I asked what she said.

PB: "Your friend isn't pleased with our progress."
Me: "Oh..."
PB: "She seems to think I should be kissing you."
Me: *nervously laughs* (Ummm, awkward...)
PB: "Well, you're definitely beautiful and if I was the more aggressive kind, I would kiss you."
Me: "Well that's good to be proper, because I'm that kind of girl." *weird pause*
Me: "You've got great eyes."
PB: "Thanks. You've got great skin and beautiful eyes too."
Me: "Ummm, you've got..." *break out in laughter*
PB: "I guess we can keep going back and forth with compliments."

Ummm yeah, ok then. We chatted more the rest of the night/day, even after the ugly lights came on. He patiently waited to say goodbye to me while Bindi Gal and I were in the restroom. We hugged and... Ok, I know you're gonna think it's lame, but we exchanged names so we can look each other up on MySpace.

He messaged me the next day, referencing my painting class and saying it was great to meet OCG and I. He asked to be my cyber friend. I accepted.

Checking out his profile, he's got some of his writing and poetry posted. Ummm, is it doomed before it starts if I think his poetry is lame?? I had Artsy Gal read them and she thought they weren't very good either. He should never consider quitting his day job...

Anyhoo, he's messaged me, I replied, he replies with something, left a comment on one of my pics. Both not warranting any response. So yeah, that's that for now. Exciting eh?

Saturday was painting, where I saw my first tick ever! It jumped onto my sweatshirt and the instructor killed it. Now I'm paranoid of any insect and being outdoors with them while painting...

Sunday was all day bellydancing workshop with Artsy Gal, then over to Mommy Gal's for din din and playtime with world's cutest 2 1/2 year old!

And that my friends is the weekend wrap-up. Exhale... The End.