The past is bigger than you.

So where we left off, I was getting ready to go out for the evening my first night in LA:

met clayton at akbar (gay bar in echo park)
chicken and waffles (fucking amazing. first time ever for me)
went up to clayton's place, then roof (beautiful view of city)
went to shithole bar (no bathroom?)
hiked up the steepest fucking hill ever
home sleep

sunday:
noahs bagels in pacific palisades
went to malibu and chilled with the waves
clayton stopped by randomly (didn't even know he was there)
naptime
italian restaurant in los felices (too full to move)
drawing room to meet c.j. and skip (karaoke night)
i sang bonnie raitt (surprise, surprise)
RSVP party at LAX in hollywood where i spent 33 dollars on 3 drinks and danced alone
home sleep

today:
woke up too late
drove to market in bel air for water/granola bars/edamame/goji berries
runyon canyon to hike (really amazing views of LA, got photos, will post)
i died on the way back to the car because i am out of shape
found the car and i came back to life
in and out burger (holler.)
home/hot tub in clothes
chill time (post photos of goombye party)
dinner at the dresden (amazing place, photos too)
drove to cha cha cha to meet skip, only to find out he was at cha cha
cha cha with skip in silverlake (seriously considering moving here)
fucking love the cha cha (photos later)
clayton, ayana, dana meet us
foosball
goodnight sweetheart and jumping skeleton poses
drive home
blog.

goodnight. whew. more tomorrow:

the plan:

meet don passman at his office at 11AM
drinks at beverly hills hotel
drop one hour photos off
amoeba
guitar center to change my strings
laundry
venice beach
museum
upright citizens brigade
the smell

yikes. we'll see.

love,

sally

p.s. thanks to skip for reminding me that i need to blog everyday to remember what i do. because no matter how well i convince myself i'll remember, i never do. and i need to remember these next few months. well.