Breezy all at Sea

So I’m back. And what a weekend it was folks. Amazing. I love LA. I love my friends. I love California.

Friday night my flight was delayed so I arrived late and just hung out at my friend M’s house. I stayed there all weekend. Oh and at the airport, A, whom I’m now monikering (I don’t know or care if you can’t verb that word), Mr. March, and I texted. We may be going to sushi. More on him later.

Saturday M and I lazed around and then had lunch at In ‘n Out with our friend K. He is such a great man. I’m so thankful to be his friend. The rest of the day was lazy as it was pouring rain! I visited a couple of old stomping grounds and laughed at all the Angelenos struggling to drive in the rain. The streets were flooded so that sucked, but c’mon, it’s just rain!

That night was amazing. A bunch of my friends showed up and we all had dinner and drinks at this cool little bar. I was really touched by everyone who braved the weather (it’s big news for people to do that there) and came to see me. We took goofy pictures and just caught up. Some people had to venture to other parties or commitments, so a few of us headed to the Hollywood club I had got us on the guest list for.

Now, I never went to a Hollywood club while living there. I’m kinda old for the clubbing scene and no one ever wanted to go. And I will never go again. We got there only to stand in line for thirty minutes. When we finally got to the rope (after seeing countless scantily clad women walk right in), the bouncer demanded that my friend K’s boyfriend pay. Even though we were on the guest list. He is also an attorney and started ranting that it was illegal to make him pay. I didn’t want to deal with the drama or the requirement that he pay because he possesses different genitilia than me or K. But whatever. He took it a little far. So by that time three of my other friends showed up. They were okay with the whole men pay to get in, but K and her date were not. So we trooped over to a famous hotel nearby but their club was guest list only. So K and her date decided to sit in a bar. I figured that was okay as I had spent a couple of hours with her. Meanwhile, the rest of us headed back to the club to see about getting in, but by the time we got there, it was even worse. So my friend T made an executive decision and we all headed to the Westside. We had a great time drinking and making fun of this poor white guy dancing like a lunatic. It was good times. M and K picked me up on the way home and we stayed up late and ate pizza to combat the alcohol floating around. Lesson learned? Even if you have a promotor’s phone number, you are not guaranteed in a Hollywood club.

Sunday was church at my much beloved and missed church. I saw more friends and had a great time. Then I had lunch with my friend L at some Top Chef guy’s restaurant. It was delicious. Amazing Italian. After that, I hung out with M and then went to my cousin’s house.

Now there was some drama there before I arrived, but I just let it go. I wanted to see her and the kids and the dog. So I went over there and the boys were bouncing off the walls they were so excited to see me. Made me so happy. Even the dog  was all over me. Her husband was extremely nice and warm to me, which is a tad unusual as he is kind of into himself 99.9% of the time. We all hung out and caught up. My littlest cousin, L, kept holding my hand and cuddling with me and wanted me to play with him. So sweet. After awhile, I was exhausted so I decided to leave. My cousin’s nanny/friend P was there and wanted to grab a drink. So we did. I was so tired but we drank some German beer and caught up on life. After that, I went to my favorite fro-yo place and had a late dinner. I finally headed back to M’s where we vegged out.

Monday I said goodbye to M and hung out with my friend S. We ate In ‘n Out again and had one of our long talks. She is such a good friend. Then it was back to my cousins. I hung out with the boys again and took L on a walk. About an hour before I was supposed to leave, he started asking me to stay and got all sad that I had to leave. It seriously about killed me. He’s 4. And so adorable and sweet. I didn’t want to leave. It was really hard to leave. It was hard to leave M, my church, all of my friends and my favorite city on earth.

And today? Back to the rain. Back to helping my dad and schlepping him to the doctor. I don’t mind. It was just really, really, really nice to be back on  my own for a few days. To see my amazing friends. They say LA is flaky. And it can be. But it is also a beautiful city with generous, beautiful people. And I love it.

AND finally. Mr. March. He called last night while I was flying home. I called him back today. No answer. I of course, go to the crazy part of my brain that tells me he has moved on. So I was speaking to my friend J on the phone who assured me, yes I am crazy but that’s normal for girls, and who do I get a text from? Mr. March. Telling me he is driving home over the passes and will call me tomorrow. And I felt horrible for thinking badly about him. Can’t wait to talk to him. Can’t wait to see him.