Busy Doing Nuthin': How Suze Got Her Groove Back...

First you get four girls. One of which that is married with a child and stick them on a plane to LA for the weekend. You give them booze, you give them a pool & you give them access to the bar... sound familiar? Probably because I was telling most of you about it leading up to this past weekend.

Here's a question you can ponder. If your waiter suggests two bars you can go to. One that is up the road, quite fun & full of guys or this other martini bar where "there probably won't be any guys that would ask you to marry them"... what would you think? I piped in with the question: Cuz the guys in the first one are looking for wives? (see answer below)

The weekend was definately fun. There are definately our share of photos. Mostly because Saturday night consisted of Suze & friend taking picture after picture after picture... If that's how you pick up girls... well, good job cuz it worked.

Yes Saturday morning saw us haul our asses out of bed at the ripe time of 415 AM! (yes, AM people.. not the afternoon AM.. I don't get up at that hour.. I go HOME at that hour). I was panicking all weekend about my ear as it never really cleared. I candled, I sprayed, I took antibiotics. So Saturday morning I loaded my body with the above, plus gravol & ibuprofen. I was a walking pharmacy of prescription/over the counter drugs. I thought if I knocked myself out on the plane, I would be ok... and I would have slept if the talking twins wern't so chatty but seeing as they started their day by double spiking their coffees at 6am & ordering drinks on the plane, it's a lot to ask from people to be quiet.

Anyways, we got to the hotel by 10 am and well, I was underwhelmed. It was cloudy & not too hot which was putting a damper into my pool plan*

*POOL PLAN: wearing bathing suit, lying on lounge, sipping drink and rolling over ...... repeat. Fill drink as needed.

So we dropped our stuff off in the room and did the walk down the boulevard which would be cool if I cared about stuff like that... but I don't... Kodak Theatre, Walk of Fame, Chinese Theatre.. Tacky impersonators... yup, it's all there..AnnnnnnnnnnD Lucky Liquor! woo hoo... Love a store that sells those tiny mini bottles of booze for $1.99 each right next to a bowl of apples. Once the sun burned through that tiny layer of smog it made my drinks by the poolside that much more pretty!

and Oh, did we drink?... no, Did we? I can't really remember. I know I bought beer and I know that i didn't have any left on Sunday but seeing it's about 1.5% alcohol, that there is no way I could get drunk off that and I didn't... it was the shooters.

OH Tequila has reared it's ugly head at me my friends..... it's reared it's ugly head and well, it wasn't pretty. Later on saturday night, tequila was brought to the table & well, I needed a moment. I put it back of course but the question of whether or not it would stay back was touch and go there for a bit. I balled up my fist, I clenched my jaw & I punched through to the other side & was able to enjoy the many other 'fruity' shooters & my vodka martinis... yes.... gooooooood times.

It wasn't any of the girls that bought those shooters... They're not that mean (ok, so Suze is but at that time of the night it really did seem like a good idea). No, it was the table of guys we befriended.. and how did they befriend us? One guy asked if he could take my picture with his friend. GOD I'm so easy ... TO APPROACH..

Jammer may have told me, I'm not slutty..... I'm 'approachable' but that really was the case that night. Bell, & Watson had bid us adieu and went back to the hotel. Suze & I got our drink on & were determined to punch through to at least midnight as we were a tich exhausted not just from the afternoon of sun drinking but that 4am wake up call can put quite the damper on your abilities.

Turns out it was dude's birthday... so we stayed and shared a few libations. Suze held court & showed us not only her pouting face (see below) but how to prevent a pregnent lady from giving early birth with the "DON'T PUSH" hands (she's a neo-natal nurse and it just made sense to randomly yell out "DON'T PUSH" and position your hands a such at any given moment)

So once Suze got her groove back with *cough* a 23 year old (yea, I outted you... half your age plus 7 is 24.5 soooo.... ooops, what happened there? It's ok, just ask me about my 30th birthday...) He was über fun though.. mostly it was his hair. He will forever be known to me as Chia Jim as he had Will Ferrell kind of hair. You know the kind where it is tightly curled & has grown a good 2 inches out & is becoming a nice fro? Yes, that. So naturally it was neccessary for me to run my fingers through his hair & pull... He however, didn't see it that way so we did another shooter.

How we ended up at the Red Rock is a story in itself. After our waiter at dinner recommended a good place for martinis & gave us some direction, we set off. However, when we turned the corner, the street looked a little sketchy so we decided to go into the bar for a drink. We thought we'd have a drink, ask about Abby's & continue. Except our waitress hadn't heard of Abby's and that was the 2nd time that day that we had been recomended a place & people were unfamiliar with it so we were starting to wonder what the hell is up with LA.

Our waitress came by a little later to check on our drinks etc & informed us that she had asked around about the martini place, Abbys.... Yes, we found out why men wouldn't propose to us there....... it's a gay bar. Now don't lie to me, you thought that it meant that guys were just looking to get laid didn't you? WHICH could be very true but it just so happens that's it's with other guys....

Me & Watson. You can start to see my tan lines... which brings up my new nick name: Random Tan. I may look like I took lotion application 101 from Shaloa but I didnt put on any lotion and yet I still randomly burnt myself on my legs & stomache...