Hippie Chick told me that I need to stop Mind Fucking Partyboy. "I'm not!," I told her. He's the one with the girlfriend. If anything he's doing it to me."
Ok, I know I'm full of it. Premeditation is sort of my middle name...
A few days after Glasses going away party I got the itch to shoot Partyboy a text. I mean I just couldn't help myself. After I realized he missed me I wanted to see how far I could push him.
"Day 1 of no more Drunken Glasses has officially commenced." I send him. Innocent enough right? I was just sending him a text to acknowledge the fact that our mutual besty was out of town. hee hee hee....
"And so it begins! He is now Senor Glasses," He sends back.
I decide to kick it up a notch. "So I've decided that since he's gone you'll have to deal with my daily pestering for the time being."
I hold my breath waiting for him to respond.
"Well, I think that's fair. As long as I'm relevant," he responds.
Relevant to what I wonder? I consider asking him, but decide that I would be totally giving myself away if I did. A second later my cell pops alerting me of his next text.
"...and hopefully if/when I read your blog, I will have earned a more interesting nickname ;) haha."
A better nickname than Partyboy? Never.
"What is it that you want to be called?" I ask him.
"Just call me Awesome Blossom," he replies.
Annnnd that's why I'm the one who makes up the nicknames party people.
"Just be happy your name isn't 'Huge Asshole', 'Nutty as a Fruitcake', 'Whistle Blower,' or 'Pop a Sqaut' like some of the other people that I've written about." I tell him.
"Dammit!...You mean to tell me Pop a Squat is already taken??!!" he says.
"Lol. Yep." I respond. "She loves what I wrote about her...so much so that she forwards the link to people daily...it's one of the top 5 most viewed blogs...She's a dirty birdie..."
I'm having fun. There's something about texting with Partyboy that always makes me feel like I'm sneaking around. Like our conversations are forbidden and we might get in trouble if someone found out.
"Dirty birdies are close to my heart!" He says, followed by, "...Oh wait!...that's not where my heart is. Sorry wrong organ."
Oh yeah. We could get in trouble by someone like his girlfriend.
I'm not sure how to respond to this one. I had expected some incognito flirting, but not anything as open as this. The conversation has taken an interesting turn and I like it.
"So will I be seeing The Plex Force this evening?" he asks.
Hmmm, from penis reference straight to when we will I see you next huh?
"Um, not sure what we're doing yet. I'll let you know when I get home." I tell him.
I know he's working tonight. I also know that The Plex crew wouldn't be interested in partying at the bar again since we were just there for Glasses going away party.
"Copy that. Tell 'Homeless Boyfriend' I hope he has not filled my position at the office." he says. The last time Partyboy stayed at The Plex he had worked at my desk next to Homeless Boyfriend for the day. They had formed a nice little bond.
"Don't worry. I've been keeping the seat warm for you." I respond.
What? If he's going to forgo the incognito flirting so can I.
"Man I'm gonna need to do the Jamaican patties again before I begin my fast. Can I count you in?!" he says.
She shoots. She scores.
"Sure. I'll just drag you along on my next errands day..I told you, your my new Besty for now."
"Ha ha sounds good!" He texts back.
Damn right it sounds good.
I head home and get a call from a friend inviting me and my crew out to the grand opening of a night club at the Belasco Theater in downtown LA. That's one of the things I love most about being in this town. One minute your at work picking your butt, not having a clue as to what you'll be doing later and than wham! Options galore.
I decide to meet the crew down there. I need to swing by Dimples fathers birthday party first. I've been dreading this day for months. Like I said, I'm best friends with Dimples, and Huge Asshole is best friends with her husband. Its a horrible situation and I was not looking forward to running into him this evening.
Step one was to make sure that I looked ridiculously hot. I needed to be dressed for the night club later so I had a legitimate excuse to over do it. I chose a one shoulder solid blue, tight mini dress. I threw on my suede ankle boots and my favorite black and white speckled feather earrings. Done and done.
I cruise down to the party in all my hot glory but can you believe that the bastard wasn't there? It's funny, I had spent months freaking out about this day hoping that he wouldn't show, but now? I'm hating it that he didn't. I'm feeling good and cute and I really want to rub my, "I'm totally over you," hotness all over him. Oh well. I'll just have to settle for the photos and our mutual friends sharing with him later how great I looked.
I only stay for a few hours. I finally get the call from the crew that they're ready to go. I've secured passes for Homeless Boyfriend, Hippie Chick, Mr Boston, Street Artist and a guy I like to call Nails. He's a strange character. Decent looking guy. About 5"9 or 5"10. Always wears a suit with the nails on one of his hands perfectly painted. Not sure exactly why he likes to paint the nails on just that one hand. Whateves. Just another member of my quirky crew. On my way to the club they give me a call to see if one of the Twisty Twins can get in as well. I'm tempted to say no, but decide against it. It's sort of good having these girls around. They make me feel better about being...well. Me.
I get downtown and pay for parking across the street from the club. Being from LA I would usually drive around and find something on the street, but I'm alone and dressed like a whore so decide against it.
(Ok, I'm not really dressed like a whore. More like a high class call girl.)
I get to the front of the theater and see my Hipster crew waiting for me near the entrance. I walk up and Mr. Boston is the first to give me a hug. "Wow," he says, looking me up and down. "You look freaking amazing."
I knew it! Damn Huge Asshole, why weren't you there tonight?
After hugs and hellos we give our name to the girl at the door and in we go easy peasy. The lobby is gorgeous! Gold framed mirrors line the carved walls in front of us. To the right I see a door that leads to a crystal lined bar. As usual we all make a beeline for the bartender. The room is just as lovely. Two story high ceilings, and red velvet booths placed against the walls. We all grab a drink from the diffused red lit bar and set to taking our nightly photos. I snag a pretty hot one with Nails. In it he is bending down in front of me hugging my hips. His eyes are closed and he has this look of pure serenity and love on his face. I'm giving a 'grrrr' face, biting my lower lip as I pull on the back of his hair. I know. We're total camera whores.
The timing of the picture was perfect. My phone pops alerting me of a text from Partyboy.
"Where'd ya end up?" He texts.
"Downtown at a old theater...new club opening," I send with the attached photo of Nails and I.
I snap a few more shots of the crew and the room before I put my phone away. It's time to explore the rest of the theater. I can hit Partyboy up later.
We all head out of the bar and walk through the double lobby doors into the main theater. Oh my god! The place is insane. The ceilings are 4 stories high for sure. To the left is another crystal lit bar. In front of us there is a huge dance floor placed in front of a raised stage. The DJ is spinning behind what looks like a huge flying saucer like turn table. On either side of him are GoGo dancers shaking their almost naked bodies to the electronic music that's blaring through the hall. The lighting is on point! Blue and red laser are shooting everywhere. We look up and see a gold foiled dome ceiling. There are lights and lasers shining up there as well. The venue spent quite a bit of money choosing patterns that would accentuate the gold carvings in the gorgeously carved ceiling. The DJ's name is lit up on the ceiling every few minutes. The place is sweet!
We all run down to the dance floor to get our groove on. There are no wall flowers in my crew. The Street Artist is shaking his tail feather to the music. I head over to him and spend a few moments dancing with my fake boyfriend. I'm having a blast. The whole room is lit by a diffused blue light. I'm letting the music pour over me as I let loose and dance the night away. On my own. No man. Just me and my friends and the music. I can feel eyes on me. I see a guy eye ball raping me a few feet away. Not bad looking. I'm just not interested. I don't even bother putting an extra twist in my hip cuz he's watchin'. Partially because I don't need to. I'm a girl who can dance. The other reason is because I don't really give a shit.
I'm starting to realize that its becoming less about not wanting a man and more about just wanting to be me. I'm enjoying hanging out with my friends. I'm enjoying dancing on my own. I look good for me, I dance for me, I'm happy just being me.
After a few hours Homeless boyfriend takes back control of the group and announces that we're going to Silver Lake to watch a Beetles cover band performing at El Cid. We leave the Night club close to 1am. Late for some but for me and my bouncy crew the night is still young. Hippie Chick jumps in the car with me and we get down to the club in two shakes of a lambs tail.
Love this place. It's an outdoor indoor club. Reminds me of a spanish hacienda. The outside patio has two levels with its own wooden bar. Inside the rooms are dark and there is a huge lit fireplace in the corner. Heavy curtains are draped at intervals through out the room. We walk inside to the inner sanctum and get a view of the Beetles band. They are all rocking the 1960's Beetle bowl haircuts and the classic grey suits. And that's where the similarities end. They're faces looking nothing like them. I swear one of them must be named Mario instead of Ringo. But they're playing the classic and doing a pretty damn good job so I let the Mexican Beetle slide.
We all snag a drink at the bar and proceed to the dance floor to continue our dancing. I get another text from Partyboy.
"Shall I cab it to you guys?" He asks.
"We're in Silver Lake now...you off?" I respond immediately.
For a split second I feel a pinch of panic. How is he going to get to us? Than I'm instantly annoyed with myself. Why do I feel responsible for him? I've been having a great time all night on my own. He's not my problem. Plus I can't figure out if he wants to come down because he loves hanging out with my crew or if it's because he wants to see me. Either scenario is annoying. I need to snap back into reality. He has a girlfriend and there is no 'us' so I need to put a little distance between him and I. I need to stop screwing around with him. I'm starting to realize that I'm making it to easy for him. It's not fair that he gets to have a girlfriend and have me in his life as well. Bottom line is I want more and if I can't have it I need to let him suffer a bit and not be so damn accommodating all the time. I take a moment and than text him.
"Text Homeless Boyfriend...not sure where we are at or how long we are staying...he's around here somewhere."
With that I put my phone away. I'm single and free and he's not my problem.
The cover band finishes up and the DJ kicks in. They continue the 60's theme and start banging out the hits. The crowd rocks. It looks like everyone came in costume but I know better. The crowd is here because they love and live the 60's. This is their everyday attire.
Hippie Chick comes over to me and says, "Give me your car keys. You can't leave until you make out with someone."
I clutch my purse a little tighter.
"Oh. Maybe I should have took your keys before I made that announcement," she says laughing.
Normally I would be all about this challenge. But not tonight. Tonight I'm happy being single. I've had my fill of men for the moment.
I dodge her dare and head back to the dance floor. She joins me with Homeless Boyfriend by her side. We start doing the twist to the latest 60's classic. The host for the evening is dancing up on the stage. He is wearing a tight polyester Hawaiian print button down with a leather vest. He's rocking a pair of tight bell bottom pants and has is long scraggly hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. He looks like he just stepped out of an early 70's porn.
He is rocking on the stage doing what I think is called 'The Fish'. Hippie Chick shoves me towards him. He takes the bait. The Porn Star jumps off the stage into a full split and pops back up to jam with me. I join him and we clear a soul train circle with our antics. He grabs me by my waist and launches me into the air with one push. I land on the stage. No shit. I don't know where his drunken ass found the strength! I may be small but I'm a curvy girl. I wouldn't exactly call myself light.
He jumps up on the stage after me and we continue our show in the spotlight. The Porn Star starts to get a little over zealous and after one of his many exaggerated spins, the man falls off the stage. He falls into the crowd backwards and lands flat on his back. I look down and can see the consfused look on his face. I"m pretty sure he has no memory of the fall. All he knows is that one minute he was jammin on stage with me.The next, he was looking up at me from the floor. He just lays there for a few trying to figure out where he is. I suppose I should have jumped down and gave him a helping hand, but come on? I've been left on stage without a dance partner... so I instead decide to take a few minutes to show the crowd what I can do.
I love the stage man. Give me a spotlight and I'll entertain.
The lights are burning down on me and I'm pulling out my best 60's moves. I loved it! After a bit I tire myself out and head back to The Hipsters. Its pretty late and definitely time to go. Mr. Boston and I head out arm and arm and stop to buy a Street Dog. If you haven't had one your missing out. It's a curbside hot dog grilled with onions and bacon wrapped around its porky goodness.
We all split up and head back to The Plex.
I had another great night alone with my Hipster Crew. Men be damned. I don't need them. Man it feels good just being me sometimes.
It's been a while since The Lonely has kicked in. Maybe it's because I'm going to see The Kid this weekend? Maybe the fact that I know I'm going to get layed in a few days is making it easier to be on my own?
Or is it because I'm living with people now?
I'm not alone anymore. I'm constantly surrounded by people I love and care about. A big change for me. I've been orphaned in Cali for over 10 years now. This is the first time I've been so consistently entertained and adored by people.
Whatever the reason it feels damn good. My depression is definitely gone. I've fought The Lonely back and feeling good and set to move on. Who knows? Maybe my Cool Rider is right around the corner waiting for me to be ready. I'm not there yet but I'm damn close.
Wonder what this weekend will bring? Saturday night I will be with The Kid, but Sunday night he heads home and I'll be left unchaperoned in Vegas!
WCC needs to play. It's been a while since I've set my mark on a man. It's time to train my homing pigeon. To pee on someones leg so that they know they belong to me.
3 more days till Vegas baby! I need to fill some fodder for my blog. It's going to be a blasty blasy.
Clear your schedule dear reader. In just a few more days I'll have some good shit for you.
Till than, goodnight and catch up. I'll be busting out more West Coast Carrie shit talking before you know it.
Love ya,
WCC
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