The Weekend (beware: word vomit ahead)
Wow, so a lot of good stuff went down this past weekend.
I’ll do it in list form because I LOVE MAKING LISTS!!!:
1) I quit my job on Friday.
You would not believe how horrible I felt the entire week leading up to Friday. I kept trying to do it since Wednesday like I said I would, but the words wouldn’t come out. I like my boss and I felt like she would take it personally even though I knew she wouldn’t. The night before, I strategized—thinking up every possible scenario. And it went exactly as I envisioned! I didn’t get to say a lot of the things I wanted to, but there was really no point if all I wanted was my boss’s blessing to quit—and I got just that.
2) I went to Malibu on Saturday and got my tan on. Also, I did a little bit of retail therapy.
One of the things I must do before I die is learn how to properly fly a kite.
We met a couple of dogs on the beach:
Chloe was the cutest Maltese-mix I had ever seen. She barked at everyone and walked with such sass and purpose. Super adorable.
While Adrienne and I were on our backs tanning, laughing our worries away, this huge black dog snuck up right next to us. We didn’t even know he was there until we randomly sat up to bake the other side. He was super friendly. So friendly, in fact, that Adrienne kept calling him “our dog.”
Anyway, Adrienne and I went to the Promenade afterwards and tried on almost every pair of glasses at Forever21. I found a pair of horn-rimmed ones that were super awesome, but I just couldn’t justify spending $6 on a pair of cheap novelty frames. Also, the line was way too long.
We ate at this neat restaurant called the Monsoon Cafe. I would definitely recommend this place, but it’s unexpectedly expensive. The reason why I use the word “unexpectedly” is because the prices seem fair on the menu, but you’re in for the surprise of your life when you receive the bill.
We ordered an appetizer combo that featured some decent-tasting pot-stickers, yummy egg rolls, and this DELICIOUS RAW TUNA ON WONTON WITH HONEY MUSTARD SAUCE. SO GOOD. I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. Seriously—Adrienne and I were kind of eyeing the last piece. Usually we’ll concede to the other person, but this time Adrienne used THREATS to get her way. Next time we’re just ordering the wonton thing and eating nothing else. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. $15
Adrienne ordered the Japanese Seafood Salad:
She said she couldn’t tell if it was because she was really hungry, or if it was really that delicious. $14
I ordered the Veggie Pad Thai. No, I haven’t become a vegetarian, but I just wasn’t that hungry. I won’t say it was the most delicious pad thai I’ve ever had. It’s just decent. I still ate all of it though. $10
The atmosphere in the restaurant was awesome. There was this cool ass chandelier in the room we were sitting in:
Reminds me a bit of that first Tomb Raider film for some reason…
And the booth we sat in was super cute:
That’s right—it’s wicker and bamboo!
It seemed like a really neat place to eat regardless of the dining party size. The booths were small enough to be considered intimate. I saw a couple of crazy youngsters making out in the booth across the room. There were also lots of ladies with their friends and shopping bags having early dinners. I don’t know if I saw any kids, but heck, why not?
The pricing is a bit on the moderate side, but leaning more towards the big dollars. I would definitely come here to eat, but I’m not so sure on the drinks or the sushi. They were both priced on the expensive side.
Overall?
I apologize if the sleeves on my jacket look too short. I had to borrow one from Adrienne—and I had not realized she had such short arms.
Monsoon Cafe
1212 3rd St Promenade
Santa Monica, CA 90401
(310) 576-9996
3) I went to Kassandra’s bridal shower on Sunday. I hope she doesn’t read this, but I have to admit that I didn’t get around to buying her gift until…Sunday morning. Martha and I were kind of late, but we got there in time for a good chunk of the games.
But after going to her bridal shower, I decided that I will not have a bridal shower when I get married. I’m just going to have a MEGA BACHELORETTE PARTY BLOW-OUT!!! It will start around 230pm, and we’ll get all of the boring stuff over within the first few hours so the old people who you’re obligated to invite can go home (this should be read: my older relatives and family friends), and then whoever is up for the craziness that is supposed to ensue during a bachelorette party can stay and party it up! HA! Actually I will probably be too tired to do any partying and will end up making everyone go home at 6pm so I can go to sleep or watch TV.
Anyway, I normally hate bridal showers, but I had a decent time. Perhaps it was the weight of being a member of the bridal party being lifted from my shoulders? I haven’t been to a wedding where I’ve just been a guest…I bet that must have been it:
I look like such a fucking idiot with my constipated smile. And my hair and cardigan make me look super old…and you should’ve seen the dress. It made me look like I was in my mid-30s and pregnant.
Then I zipped on home to go to the Feist concert at the Hollywood Bowl!
Man, Feist was SO boring. The best part had to have been Sharon Jones and the Daph Kings set. I LOVE SHARON JONES. She’s so sassy and adorable. Those bitches rocked the Bowl. I can’t see why anyone could be such a huge fan of Feist and know all of the words to each song she mumbles through. How can you even tell what she’s singing like 60% of the time?
I don’t know—maybe it was because I was cold, needed to pee, and was kind of drunk.
To be honest, I had a decent time. I had never been to the Hollywood Bowl before so this was a great experience, especially since I had rather decent seats. I sat in the front row of one of the Super Seats section and I had Adrienne by my side. She ate all of the cranberries in my bag of candied pecan nuts. Isn’t she a doll? I cannot wait for the Beck concert in September though! Terrace Box seats!!!
No pictures of the concert because I forgot to lug my camera with me. Besides, I thought there was a ban on cameras. Guess not because I almost died of a seizure when all those flashes went off during the Feist set.
Anyway—needless to say, I had a pretty fabulous, action-packed, Adrienne-full weekend.
This week looks dreary until the weekend of course. I’ve been training this guy that the head of the department touts as super smart—but he’s a fucking idiot. I’ve trained many people at work and I’ve seen my share of dumbasses, but this guy has topped them all. I wonder why I haven’t trained anyone that just gets it right away yet. Not meaning to brag, but I don’t believe I was this difficult when I started. Their hiring practices are definitely questionable. And they wonder why the company is so fucked up right now—you mass hire idiots! I spent all day training this dummy and then I leave him alone to do this one thing that I thought was pretty fucking obvious—and he goes on to mess it up. Fantastic! I was able to fix it when he left, but I still have to go in and actually redo everything tomorrow.
Okay, there’s one more thing I need to say before I go: I am looking forward to this coming weekend for sure. American Apparel is having their semi-annual flea market. I am pimping the flea market because even though it sounds pretty lame with all of the hipster-infused activities, it’s actually going to be a ton of fun. I’ll be working there that day, so I’m going to be paid to be there—but that doesn’t mean you have to pay to be there! Take advantage of that opportunity and get yourself in for FREE for some hipster fun. If you can handle it, of course.
