March Weekend Madness

Where I Fell Today (Not really today but Saturday)
As rainy and gloomy as it was on Saturday morning I was up and about at 7:45 completing various errands on my to do list. After being dropped off by the vanpool service provided by the Toyota dealership while my car was in for minor service maintenance I felt very accomplished and ready to take on my next task. As I galloped up the metallic three tiered stair case of my local gym very excited for life and the turbo kick boxing class that I take on Saturdays, the tip of my shoe found its way under the lip of one of the stairs and I propelled myself face forward to my own horror.
Luckily I have years of experience with falling both up and down stairs and my usually turtle slow reflexes were kicked into retarded cat mode and I was able to use both of my hands to absorb most of the impact and prevent full frontal damage to my body. To my surprise and delight there was absolutely no one in sight who saw my misstep but being me and wanting to let everyone know that I fell I had to let it be known in print.











Things About Stuff
Every now and then you have to step back and take a look at your life and ask yourself am I lonely being alone? It comes as no surprise to anyone that in our society there is a certain stigma that is associated with being single. Some cannot even fathom the idea of not being part of a relationship while others cannot imagine being tied to someone else by choice. And still there are people who will stay in a relationship with someone for a long period of time who is not right for them at all and does not make them happy. When it comes to relationships is it better to be safe then sorry? Every one deserves happiness and to be the light of someone else’s life. Please don’t settle for someone who thinks you’re any less then that because then you will truly be sorry.

And Now For Something Completely Different
Hey remember nano pets and snap bracelets?
Yeah me too! I wonder if things like that would ever be on a future episode of The Antiques road show and be worth massive amounts of money? Hmmmm think about it!






















Bungalow Club Review
So Friday night the place to be was The Bungalow Club on Melrose to celebrate my good friend Rickie’s 23rd birthday. This club had an identity crisis. The interior is a mix of Arabian lounge with Chinese Buddhist accents, randomly placed support poles, and metal ceiling fans. The DJ of the night did not seem to have much experience with blending songs into each other so the musical flow was non existent and really more of a start and stop kind of deal. Apparently the DJ only has hip hop music on her iPod because she played nothing else. Now I enjoy classic as well as new hip hop just as much as the next person but I also like to mix it up with top forties and even eighties music. Because isn’t the mark of a good DJ is their ability to And although I have heard that this club is not of the rainbow persuasion this particular night was chock full of glitter and scantily clad Go Go boys. Imagine the shock of my hetero boyfriend when he had to witness a live action man on man thrust-a-thon. Now he knows how I feel at Jiu Jitsu tournaments when I see the all the sweaty rolling action (awkward turtle status) But seriously he was a good sport. On a scale of one to ten I give The Bungalow Club a 5.2 because it was not the worst spot to go to but I know I would not do a happy dance if I had to go back.

Gum Flavor of the Day
Extra Fruit Sensations: Mango Smoothie its sugarfree goodness!

Gear Grinders
People who have outrageously embarrassing laughs. What I’m really trying to convey here is someone who only has one laugh for everything from knock knock jokes to stand up comedians. The laugh is always super loud and obnoxious like a donkey laugh, or an evil villain laugh (where they throw back there heads and twirl their mustaches in between their thumbs and index finger kind of thing). Sometimes people wheeze and make funny faces as well. I understand that most of the times the way that you laugh is not something you can control and it can even be a hereditary thing but I just think do these people ever hear themselves and fail to be mortified at their own hideous noises? If not I urge everyone who knows someone like this to record it and find the least rude way to play it back to them so that they can do something about it right away. And then let me know how it went by commenting on the blog in the comment section below. Good luck and Godspeed!



That Drag Queen Was A Drag
So on Saturday night was the drag show/birthday party of a friend’s mother at Bar Eleven in West Hollywood. The drag queen that was featured is named Eva Diamond. She was not at all the entertainer I hoped she would be and if she had to lip sync for her life she would die. First of all her show was not interactive and her personality was lacking that extra umph and pizzazz that you want in a good drag queen. She only had two outfit changes in her performances. Plus she almost tripped when her stripper shoe tried to escape from her massive foot. Even though the Queen was a flop she still deserves the credit for globing on the makeup and tucking her man pieces away plus the money that was raised went to a good cause. The music at eleven for the remainder of the night was very good and all in all me and my posse had a good time.






































Restaurant Mention and Review
The Stinking Rose in Hollywood has been a unique dining experience in Beverly Hills for many years their menu is has one basic theme GARLIC and lots of it. The location is decorated in a contemporary Italian motif. Each table set up in the main dinning room is set up with its own small tent and curtains which makes the dining experience just a little more private and fun. For dinner I ordered the Silence of the Lamb Shank and Javier had the Garlic Boneless Short Ribs. The meat was slow cooked to fall off the bone perfection we didn’t even need the steak knives provided. The service was impeccable and from the food came out promptly even though the restaurant was far from empty. After the dinner we also ordered the famous garlic ice cream topped with chocolate sauce. While there is no trace of a garlic scent in the ice cream itself its quite similar to vanilla but there is a hint of sweetened garlic in the aftertaste. The chocolate sauce was a bit too strong for my taste and it smelled like a stinky fancy cheese. Javie said that he didn’t like it very much at all and that it tasted too much like the dinner. I highly recommend this restaurant to any one who likes the taste of garlic and may need to warn off vampires for a night.
(Price $$s <- not a typo just half a dollar sign)