Why I Hate the West Side...

*Long overdue post number two*

    Nothing like a good ol' fashioned rant to fix a case of The Mondays.  So I decided to give you a list of reasons why this Valley Girl can't stand the West Side.

• The Drivers.  Nobody knows how to drive over here.  Kinda like no one in SoCal knows how to drive in the rain.  To call these people "retarded" would be an insult to the mentally challenged.

• Traffic.  Over in the Valley there is only traffic during certain times of the day, and it's mostly limited to certain areas.  Over the hill, there is traffic EVERYWHERE, all day long.

• The streets.  Much like downtown San Diego, there is a multitude of ONE WAY streets.  So getting lost happens, fairly easily.  In addition to that, there are WAY too many center dividers, which make it so that one must first get MORE lost, before becoming UN-lost.  And if that weren't bad enough, there is currently a lot of road work being done, producing road closures a-plenty.  Fun.

• Everything is more expensive.  Gas, food, parking, you name it.  It's pricier over here. And while I'm making more money than I ever have in my life (which isn't saying much), I'm poor.

• The people.  This applies to drivers as well.  Self-Important S.O.B.s.  All of 'em.  Snotty little bitches...

• The time it takes to get from my parents' house in the Valley, to work.  To be here at 8:30am, I have to leave my house AT LEAST an hour early.  Even today, I left at 7:30 and still didn't make it to the office until 8:55.  And as you might have guessed by now, I am NOT a morning person.

      On the up side, you WILL be able to hear my lovely voice in the movie I'm working on.  It's called The Change Up, and it stars Ryan Reynolds and Jason Bateman.  The editors I work for recorded my voice as the receptionist for some ambient sounds in a law firm.  I suppose that kinda makes up for how impossible they are.

    I should really end on a happy note.  So, without further ado:

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Santa goes to San Diego on Vacay...

Okay, okay.  I've been meaning to write these posts for a couple of weeks now.  So here is overdue post number one:

     A couple of weeks ago I drove down to my lovely San Diego after work for one of my friends' birthday parties.  After the long day I'd had preparing to switch offices with the guys I work for, I was hardly ready for a long drive south.  However, it was his Big 3-0 celebration, so I kinda couldn't miss it.  I went with three other girlfriends of mine, including Old Roommate Lisa, Ashley, and Brittany.  It was at a club in La Jolla, a downtown feel with better parking and fewer people.  Right up my friend's alley.  Here we are (Brittany was nice enough to capture this picture with Ashley's camera, even though she is not in it herself) all dolled up.

This makes me look overdressed, I swear I wasn't.

     The next day, Lisa and I decided to do brunch at El Torito.  We had originally decided to eat from their brunch buffet, but ended up ordering our usual.  At least we got some free champagne out of the deal.  Haha.

     The real treat for us, was that out of the corner of my eye, a mere few tables away, was none other than Santa Claus.  Or at least a man who looked an awful lot like him.  He was not in his traditional red suit, but a polo shirt with vintage cars on it, and khaki shorts.  I suppose he puts the suit away when he's on vacation.  We did hear him speak to another patron of the restaurant, saying something to the effect of "Santa loves you!"  Remember, we were a few drinks in by the time we noticed Santa, so our meal was full of entertainment, and laughter.  So I do, firmly believe that Santa is another name to check off on the list of celebrities I've met.  Lisa seems to think he was double checking his "Naughty/Nice" list.  She says I'm on the Naughty List.  That's okay.  She is, too.

Getting my Mid-November Laugh On!

     Hey guys!  It's been forever, and I apologize.  I have been super busy these past couple weeks, PA-ing my little ass off!!  I am, however, back to tell you guys (all three and a half of you) more stories of my adventures in Wonderland.  So, without further ado...

     I spent this past weekend with my Cousin Face (someone, I imagine you will hear a lot about) Tamra.  She had a rough week, so I baked her some cookies and went out to Guada-La Habra on Saturday to spend time with her.  She lives with her brother and his family, so it was nice to get to play with the kids and hang out with her brother and his wife, since I don't see them as often as I might like to.  Later that day, I brought Cousin Face back down to the valley so we could go see a very good friend of mine play a comedy show at The Spotlight Comedy Club in Studio City.

     A few quick words about Cousin Face:  we are two years apart in age, and have always been very close.  Many have called us two halves of the same old soul.  Or they have made reference to those old cartoons where the good and bad sides of one's conscience are manifested as an angel and a devil sitting on each shoulder.  I'll let you figure out who is who.  I have a firm belief that God made us cousins because the universe couldn't handle us as sisters.

     We arrived in the valley in time for primping before a night out, the results of which can be seen here:

Yeah, we're pretty hot.

 

 

 

     To keep this short and sweet, I'll tell you that the comedy show was awesome.  There were definitely a few comedians that could stand to work on their material and delivery, but that is to be expected, and bias aside, my friend Ryan Shores, and Mike Wentz (both local San Diego comedians) were the best part of the show.  The host did a pretty good job, too.

     I'll spare you the stories of our post-show adventures, but I will leave you with this:

     Both Ryan Shores and Mike Wentz are fantastic comedians, and if you are blessed with their presence in your town, you should definitely check out their show.  That being said, they can also be found on YouTube, so you should check them out there too.  Trust me, you will NOT be disappointed!