1. The Night My Life Turned Into A Sitcom

    My Friday night started out with dinner at Loteria Grill in Hollywood with two friends, including the lovely AJ (also a Tumblr-er). Loteria has some of the best margaritas I’ve had, ever. I’m not a huge marg fan, but these contained just the right amount of tequila and weren’t too sour. So we ordered a pitcher, for three of us.

    Then after a two-hour dinner of chatting, gossiping and - most importantly of all - eating (I had delicious tacos and amazingly tasty rice, even though it looks like plain white rice), I exit the restaurant to discover I’ve parked in a tow zone. Awesome.

    Perfect way to end a great dinner with friends. Not.

    Thankfully AJ knew where the Hollywood tow lot was, and we swung by to discover they had my car and would return it to me for the low low price of $268.

    Let’s take a moment of silence for nearly $300 that could’ve been at least three gorgeous blouses from Anthropologie. We could’ve been great together.

    After liberating my car from the pokey, AJ and I met up with her guy friends at the original and truly tiny Cabo Cantina in West Hollywood, but decided to walk down the street to Saddle Ranch. Already from the name you can tell it’s a classy joint, so classy there’s a mechanical bull in the middle of the bar.

    Little did I know that my car being towed wouldn’t be the only traumatic incident of the night. I ran into a pair of guys who I haven’t seen or spoken to in at least a year. One of whom can only be described by this ADELE song and this Lady Antebellum song. You get the picture. And the other one, well this song describes him perfectly. Not a pair I was in any way prepared to run into, at Saddle Ranch no less.

    But I put on my big girl pants, said the obligatory, “Hi!” with big smiles and hugs for both. Then I proceeded to enjoy the rest of my night. Don’t get me wrong, I was shaking (physically and emotionally) but I think that’s a sign of growing up that you get better at “faking it ‘til you make it.” I’ve always been a “heart on my sleeve” person, but lately I’ve come to realize there’s something to putting on a brave face. One of the boys even rode the mechanical bull to cheer me up.

    Unfortunately there was no laugh track in the background of this dark comedy, only  ’90s music and cheers whenever someone fell off the bull. This was my life that night.

    It was raining when I left the bar that night. Straight out of a sitcom.

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