Oh to Cats and Mice...

I start with work.  I never speak of work in my blog, because there is nothing really new and exciting to talk about.  But, Yesterday...oh dear, Yesterday....

  I was promoted from a Production Assistant a couple months ago.  I was so relieved that I would never have to to PA work again... well at least at this job.  However, Yesterday, I was able to relive the PA experience with a shit ton of manual labor.  You see, we have been combining our 2 offices ( Hollywood and Santa Monica) into one Hollywood location.  So, owning a minivan, I was asked by one of the PA's to help move some Ikea furniture...but oh it was so much more.  I wont go into detail, but we did spend over 10 hours moving heavy boxes back and forth across town.  I thought that there would be no way to survive going out last night, after such heavy feats.  But, I mustard the strength and had a GREAT night.

Started the night out by meeting Tristan, Jason, Neal, and Chris at Barrigans.  This was probably the first Mens night out in a while, or the first one I can remember hanging out with "the group" .  We stayed at Barrigans for a while, enjoying the 2 buck Margaritas.  We spotted a couple girls who were really cute, but we were afraid to approach.  Tristan is usually a stong helper of introducing us to the opposite sex, and he tried.  

Afterwards we headed to the Gold Room for about 3 minutes.  Probably the cheesiest bar I have ever been to.  It was 1984 all over again.  And, I am pretty sure the cheese ball factor was not ironic. haha

After, We head to Little Joy, and Jason and I spot the 2 respective girls we thought were cute.  It took a potential "gang war" outside, to initiate conversation.  So I introduced myself to the girls.  I think they were a little inebriated at this point. They were from Utah, and cute drunk.  Only problem is, they had guys barricading themselves around them.  I think they were in the friend zone, but the guys did not realize.  So Jason and I spend a good majority of the night trying to talk to the girls.  The guys were just putting on too much pressure, and made things too difficult to talk.  At the end of the night, I swapped numbers with the girls.  In their state of mind while under the influence,  writing down the phone number she added an extra digit. So, we left the bar with a 3 digit area code and an 8 digit phone number.  Hopefully they will be the ones calling me.... haha

Man!  Cannot wait for the 3 day weekend! FAAAAAAAANTASTIC