Stripperific

I'm going to skip the weekend before last in my breakdown. I forgot to write last week, and I've got plenty to write about this weekend, so maybe I'll go back and cover it later. Maybe not.

Friday evening I told CC I wanted to have an adventure. We went and had dinner at Kiichi, a Japanese restaurant we'd never been to before. We started with miso soup, then had two orders of crab cakes, the steak and mushrooms, and crab and avocado rolls. They were out of avocado so they replaced it with asparagus, which actually wasn't very good. But both the steak and the crab cakes were WONDERFUL.

We had emailed a girl about a threesome before dinner, and she responded during. As soon as we got home we emailed back and forth with her for a while, while trying to decide what to do if she didn't end up coming over. She didn't, and we decided on Crazy Girls. Neither of us had ever been, and when I called they said the cover was only $10 each, and they served alcohol!

So I got dressed up in my new blue and black dress, with silver jewelry, and we took a cab over. We grabbed a redbull at the gas station next door, and when we left a black homeless man cornered us and talked for a while about how he had just gotten out of prison, etc...

We finally got out of that situation and went into the club. All the girls were really hot. CC and I especially liked this one girl, Cassidy, who looked like she was new. She was the hottest girl there, but she wasn't a very good dancer. When she first came out she was waiting on the side of the stage to go on and I looked over from our table and locked eyes with her. After her dance, she asked if I wanted a lapdance, and I told her not then, maybe later. CC and I kept tipping her well throughout the night.

Lots of guys were checking me out. CC and I had decided to try and find X, if we could. There was a creepy guy sitting at the table near us who kept staring at us. He looked like someone who might have X. So when he got up to go to the restroom, CC discreetly followed him to ask him whether he was holding. He was not.

Later, I left to go to the ladies' room, and when I returned to our table, a big tall black guy with long dreads grabbed me by the wrist. I stopped and looked at him, then turned and kept walking. CC told me after I walked away he had turned to his friends with a "what the fuck?" look. I guess he thought I worked there, although unlike the girls who did, I was dressed in more than my underwear.

Toward the end of the night, Cassidy did her last show, and I walked over to tip her. The song ended and she got off stage before I could give her the money, so I followed her to the other side of the stage to give it to her. She seemed upset, and I asked if she was OK. She had had a tough night. Cassidy asked what I did, and when I told her she wanted to sit down with me to talk about it. She had only been in LA for 3 months, and did not want to be dancing.

We walked over to the wall near the restrooms, where we sat and taked for a minute. We exchanged phone numbers so she could contact me about work. Then the guy with dreads from earlier came over with a friend of his.

He complimented Cassidy, and began throwing ones at her feet. He was throwing ones on my lap and at my feet as well. I said to him, "thanks, but I don't work here. Dreads said "I know, I noticed you earlier," and I said "Yeah, but I don't work here." To which he responded "You should." I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.

The guys left, and I gathered up the handfuls of ones and a few fives that were in my lap and at my feet. I handed them all to Cassidy. "You sure?" She asked. "Absolutely," I replied. She obviously needed it more than I did.

Then I asked her if she knew where to get X. She did not, but she said she could find good buds. "Oh, I'm covered" I replied. "Do you have it with you?" she asked eagerly. "No," I responded, "but my house is really near here if you'd like to come over when you're off." I proceeded to give her CC's number as well as mine.

It was closing time, so CC and I left the club and went home. We were almost ready for bed at 3:00am, when Cassidy called. She wanted to know whee we lived and if she could still come over.

She came over, and we packed a bowl for her to smoke. She talked with us for over two hours about what she wants to do, and how unhappy she is dancing, and how she needs friends, etc. Finally she left at 5:30, saying she had to get grocery shopping done before bed.

She asked if she could kiss me. We stodd in the living room and kissed for a couple minutes, and then I walked her down to her car.

CC was disapointed it didn't go further than that, but I could tell she needed a friend more than anything.

Saturday I was pretty much useless. I laid by the pool all morning, went to the Buddhist center with CC in the afternoon, and in the evening we laid in and watched a movie.

Sunday I laid by the pool some more, but then Sarah came over and took me to lunch at CPK. then we came back and hung out by the pool while CC worked with Neil on his sketch comedy project.

Sarah stayed over till later in the evening. I made white chicken lasagna, which was great, and we watched SNL.

Weekend Breakdown, Part Deux

It's just becoming the norm for me to post on Thursday, I guess.

We had a pretty tame weekend last weekend. Friday night we ordered Chinese food from Rice (my fave!). It was yummy! We went to PYT after that. CC didn't really feel like dancing so we hung out on the back patio most of the time. Dave joined us, but no one else did.

I had brought a flask of vodka with me in my purse, so I would order a beer for CC and a diet coke or cranberry juice for me, then I would drink some of it, walk into the bathroom, and pour vodka into the glass while I was in the stall. Toward the end of the night though I wasn't even bothering doing that. I was just standing in the middle of the patio pouring vodka into my drink. It was way too crowded for anyone to have seen me, anyway.

But, the result of me pouring half a flask of vodka in my drink was I got way way TOO wasted. I paid my bar tab (only $20!) and apparently left my visa card in the book when I left. When CC and I got home, we supposedly had some "sexy time," but I don't remember any of it. CC said I jumped up in the middle of the act to run to the bathroom and throw up. He was scared for me because of how much I threw up.

The next morning I slept in really late. CC went down to French Quarter and ate breakfast at the bar. Then he brought me back scramble eggs, ham, hash browns, and some muffins. That made me feel 1000% better.

We watched movies that afternoon, until it was time for us to go to Harrison's improv competition in Westwood Village. We went to that, and it wasn't very good. But I did get to meet Harrison and Anita. And Anita paid our way in, so it was at least free bad improv.

After we left, we were both really hungry. We decided to grab a turkey burger from Topz on our way home. So we picked up two burgers and an order of onion rings, and then ate them by the pool at the apartment complex.

Sunday was another lazy day for us. We went grocery shopping. Then we ate barbequed chicken by the pool. We lay by the pool for a while, and then went inside. CC was writing and painting, and I just read. I started another oil pastel, but didn't get very far into working on it.

And that was the weekend!

More fun things to come...