"I told my parents I wasn't going to get married until I was 35. I drink caffeine all the time. I don't go to church. And I say f*ck a lot." - My mormon coworker
(She's 22 and engaged now. I've never heard her say f*ck besides that one time. Mormons lie.)
Sunday through Friday evening we are strong independent women, professionals, "responsible" students, etc. But when Friday -night- hits, we all unleash the inner party animal which we've caged for five-ish days. It's like cabin fever of el cuerpo. (That's body for those who don't speak spanish) (culture yourself). Anyways so we totally unleashed the beast in downtown Los Angeles. Even our LA coordinator showed up. Not sure if it was a low key babysitting thing, but he still danced and took pictures with us. The club offered these complimentary spray on tattoos and I was wary of getting one, but then after a while I thought "why not" and got two of them. Jive even showed up and covered his entire arm with ridiculousness. Anyway, the entire night was a mixture of party fouls, weird costumes, and overpriced beverages. It was pretty unforgettable... if you don't count the hours between 1am and 3am. Those were forgettable by drinking default.
The next day the group toured Warner Bros. Studio, which is giant by the way. Thank god we had these little trams to ride around in because I'm positive I would have died if we had to walk. Had it not been for the fajitas I hoovered after the tour, I probably would have lost my mind completely.
Running on Emotional Empty was a struggle but after some sleep and more sleep I made it through Sunday and to my internship on Monday. The best part about Mondays in KC are the Monday morning development meetings that happen behind me. Today they talked about odd evictions and then delved deep into the subject of rednecks being evicted.
"If you were ever evicted from your trailer home, then you have definitely hit an all time low. Like, Ohmigod, couldn't you, like, just move it?" - Sassy KC TV show developers.
Being a girl from Texas who has grown up around a plethora of trailer homes, no, you can't just pick up your trailer home and move it. It doesn't work like that.
(She's 22 and engaged now. I've never heard her say f*ck besides that one time. Mormons lie.)
Sunday through Friday evening we are strong independent women, professionals, "responsible" students, etc. But when Friday -night- hits, we all unleash the inner party animal which we've caged for five-ish days. It's like cabin fever of el cuerpo. (That's body for those who don't speak spanish) (culture yourself). Anyways so we totally unleashed the beast in downtown Los Angeles. Even our LA coordinator showed up. Not sure if it was a low key babysitting thing, but he still danced and took pictures with us. The club offered these complimentary spray on tattoos and I was wary of getting one, but then after a while I thought "why not" and got two of them. Jive even showed up and covered his entire arm with ridiculousness. Anyway, the entire night was a mixture of party fouls, weird costumes, and overpriced beverages. It was pretty unforgettable... if you don't count the hours between 1am and 3am. Those were forgettable by drinking default.
The next day the group toured Warner Bros. Studio, which is giant by the way. Thank god we had these little trams to ride around in because I'm positive I would have died if we had to walk. Had it not been for the fajitas I hoovered after the tour, I probably would have lost my mind completely.
Running on Emotional Empty was a struggle but after some sleep and more sleep I made it through Sunday and to my internship on Monday. The best part about Mondays in KC are the Monday morning development meetings that happen behind me. Today they talked about odd evictions and then delved deep into the subject of rednecks being evicted.
"If you were ever evicted from your trailer home, then you have definitely hit an all time low. Like, Ohmigod, couldn't you, like, just move it?" - Sassy KC TV show developers.
Being a girl from Texas who has grown up around a plethora of trailer homes, no, you can't just pick up your trailer home and move it. It doesn't work like that.
Howie, I really enjoy your writing style. Your description of Bootie LA and the morning after are on point. I also think the quotes at the beginning and end are interesting. I look forward to hearing about the rest of your adventures in LA!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lallie!!
DeleteReally liked this entry. Especially since I was there to witness those dank fajitas. Your writing has a lot of your personal voice in it which was really cool to see (especially "culture yourself"). I'll have to ask you more about your company, because that meeting sounds pretty fascinating
ReplyDeleteHaha well they always happen behind me. I'll have to eavesdrop more often
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