| Current mood: |  hungry |
| Current music: | Madness - Our House |
It's been an interesting weekend.
Friday night we went out in Hollywood for Stephanie's birthday. Since Steph and most of the people coming were ID-less, we planned to pre-party at my apartment then take cabs to the Avalon. The pre-partying lasted a little longer than expected, of course, so we missed our first cabs and had to call for a second set. When we finally arrived (or so we thought) there was a long line. We found some guy who said he could get three of us in, so me, Steph, and Sydney went in first, then pleaded with the manager to let the rest of our friends in. He agreed, so we all got in and Stephanie led the way to the door and handed the bouncer her ID. The bouncer then looked at her like she was an idiot and told her the place was over 21.
Stephanie: No it's not.
Bouncer: Yes, it is.
Steph: No but it says online that you're 19+.
Bouncer: No... we've always been over 21.
Steph: No, I went to the website and it said the Avalon is 19+.
Bouncer: This isn't the Avalon... the Avalon is next door...\
So we left, feeling slightly retarded, and went next door. This time there wasn't a line, but there was a $25 cover charge. Luckily, Stephanie's persistence bordering belligerence about not paying was successful, and we all got in for free. The club was fun for a while, but it didn't take too long for the extreme heat to become unbearable. We all piled in one cab for the ride back, and somehow it came up that it was our cab driver's birthday so we sang to him. Then we went back to the apartment for more drinking, obnoxiously loud 80s music til 4 am, Italian Express garlic cheese rolls, and naked cooking (I made Sydney and Tera an omelette).
I went to bed around 4:30 with no plans to get up before noon. Unfortunately, my landlord had other plans. At 10 am one fire alarm went off... then a couple minutes later another... then another..... then my landlord comes up and tells our floor not to worry, that he's testing all the alarms and waited until 10 AM ON A SATURDAY because he didn't want to alarm us.
Jessica and I ended up going to Orange County to meet Steph and Sydney at the beach, then went to Baja Willie's for a drink and ended up back at my parents' house, where we somehow got convinced to stay for dinner. During the meal Jessica brought something up about a mold.. my sister caught on and asked if it came in a bucket and was from Condom Revolution... I said I wasn't allowed to buy anything from Condom Revolution on my AMEX or Dad was cutting it up, but unfortunately wasn't able to change the topic. So I had to sit at the dinner table and explain to my mother, father, and sister about making a penis mold. My mom (she had already had a couple glasses of wine) then said she wanted to make one of my dad so she could have it whenever she wanted and not when he did. Traumatizing. She then asked it that thing that she saw in the vase on my armoire was the penis mold... she had noticed it when she was at the apartment but wasn't really phased and hadn't commented. Then she said it was kind of small. Sorry Jeff.
Danny and Jeff rode they motorcycles up last night and drank with Jackie and me. When we went to Theresa's to pick up the beer Jackie left there I rollerskated... and the conclusion is I need a lot more practice before I start skating to bars. It'll happen soon though, don't worry.
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