NO BUENO!!

Hi all... meet our new Spanish friend, No Bueno, as well as Bill, a regular in our neighborhood, and a citizen of the world!

Yesterday, as you may have read, was relatively boring. Around 5pm Creagan says, "Hey Denise, wanna get a drink? You know, just one, an just to get out of the house?" Now, in my mind, I'm like, "HA! One drink?" Well, neither one of us had any plans, so I decided to humor my dear friend and go for this "one drink." We called our favorite cheapy bar and it turns out they have a happy hour on Sundays. It was over before it even began...

We get there, and the bartender poured us vodka with splashes. No half and half mixes, no precise 1.25 ounce shot plus a lot of juice. OH MY GOD! One half, of one drink, and I was done. Well, at the bar, I decide to do a Sociological experiment. In my buzzed little world, I thought that "writing a note that says George Michael in in the bar and placing it on the men's restroom sink" was a good idea. I wanted to see how quickly the rumor spread!

Now to think this was fun you would have to understand the concept of this pub. "Gold Coast" is in West Hollywood (Gay mecca), and its key demographic seems to be 30-60. The drinks are under $5 and the happy hour has $1 beers and $2.50 well drinks. I thought my idea was BRILLIANT! I thought these men would flip out over George Michael, just as the customers of Rage and Mickey's would flip out over a visit from Britney Spears. Well, I got some reaction: lots of people leaving the restroom's hallway were looking around over the crowd, quickly scanning the whole bar. One man I talked to said, "Who the fuck cares about George Michael--ew." So anyway, it was worth it. I also made a contact for a freelance PR job for a new restaurant while I was drunk, AWESOME!

So, it was fun. On our DRUNKEN stumble home, we were YELLING all down Santa Monica. It didn't matter what we were saying; we were having a ball. About two blocks from Ogden, this freak of nature puts an arm around each of us and starts rambling Spanish. Apparently we were not the only drunk people walking in West Hollywood at 9pm. We asked him to go away, and he started grabbing at us even more! So, we do what any two girls would do--RUN! We sprint for two blocks, and close the door behind us. Shannon and James were like, "What's the commotion?"

WELL, the next 30 minutes is summed up like this: Crazy guy followed us home, I yelled Spanish out of the balcony door at the asshole "No bueno puto!!" (throwing in fuck here and there), he climbed up to our balcony door like the freak that he was, the neighbors start yelling profanities at us, we call 911, three sheriffs show up and arrest the guy for breaking and entering, I ball my eyes out for no reason to Dave on the phone, and finally, I was afraid to sleep downstairs for fear of our little drunk friend returning. WHAT A NIGHT...

Today was nice though! Since Creagan was off work, we walked like 8 blocks for our daily coffee fix instead of going to our usual Starbucks across the street. We wanted to finally try The Coffee Bean, and this particular location is known for celeb sightings. Well, no celebs (but ourselves) so we went to the Rite Aid, bought some "I'm sorry" cards for Shannon and James, and went home and did nothing for hours. WE HEART MYSPACE.

Later on we were on a hunt for the movie Clueless, and we walked everywhere! All down Santa Monica. First, we realize we walked in the wrong direction. Then we realize that the "movie rental" venue from CitySearch.com was in fact "Casanova's Adult Video and Books." Wow. So we decide to keep truckin. We have some Chinese at Canton's near Trader Joes, and eventually find ourselves at Target. What the hell, we went ahead and bought it--we had walked for like an hour.

On the way home, we passed our FAVORITE theatre: Pussycats pornography. OKAY OKAY! No, we never go there... but the outside movie posters are a daily delight! As shown above, there are little miracles all over LA, you just have to open your eyes, and walk for 40 blocks a day!

Have a great night!

Much love,
D