08.26.08
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 11:45 am by Anna
I saw a couple fighting at a chain restaurant in LA called Cafe 50’s.
I’m not sure what started it, but she said, “You’re obnoxious”.
He said - no, screamed - “Don’t tell me what I am, look at yourself first, you bitch!”
At this point all heads turned.
She turned red and said, “Don’t you talk to me that way, you’re a fucker, you’re a fucker.” He said, “I’m leaving. You stupid bitch. You whore, you whore. Fuck you. You whore!”
He got up to leave. She threw something at him (food). I don’t know what it was, but she had good aim. It hit the back of his head, and spread. It ran down his back.
He stopped in his tracks, and made a grunting sound. People in the restaurant applauded. One hipster exclaimed, “Whatevs! You had it coming, asshole.”
It was like a sequel to Pulp Fiction. I didn’t know whether to be disturbed or laugh. So I did both.
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03.20.08
Posted in L.A. Adventures, Dating Diaries at 4:40 pm by Anna
Hottie & I left things very uncertain last week before I went to Arizona to visit my Mother. We were supposed to meet on Monday when I got back, but Mom wasn’t feeling well so I stayed till Wednesday.
We just spoke by phone this afternoon. First of all, even his voice oozes sexiness. I tell you, it is gonna be hard if I have to let him go.
But I think I do have to let him go.
For the first time in my life, it’s not about him and how much he likes me or wants me or how romantic he is…it’s about me. And what I want. What I deserve and how I get so hurt every time I settle (ie Wally).
He sounded like he was almost close to tears. He said a few times how much he likes me, and he thinks he is falling in love. And how he never meets women that he feels this way about.
He said an equal amount of times how he just can’t see himself in a serious relationship right now and how he is soo not ready to get married.
I reminded him not to take me for granted and assume I want to marry him or get serious. (If he ever did want that he’d have to work for it, not just assume I’m his for the taking.) But I also gave him points for honesty.
He said he would have loved to just date me for a long time, but he knows we’d both get attached to each other and it wasn’t fair to either one of us, and the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt me.
He said if he could, he’d change anything & everything about himself just to make me happy. (I’ll replay that one in my head for a long time, it made it twice as hard to let him go.)
I said the politically correct & realistic thing: that I don’t want or expect him to change for me (though God knows I wish he could change just that 1 aspect of himself!)
And he asked if we could still hang out every once in a while, just as friends. I said yes. But honestly I don’t think that’s realistic, since we can’t keep our hands off each other for more than 15 minutes, tops.
After we hung up, I sat there for a few minutes in shock, even though I’d been expecting it. Then my boss called me, so I went back to work. About an hour later he texted me, “I miss you already. I am so sorry and I wish I could make you happy.”
I texted back, “I miss you too.”
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03.13.08
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 6:16 pm by Anna
Oh My God!
I got a call at work from Hottie. His voice sounded ominous. A few seconds of obligatory small talk and then, “Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something…when can I see you?”
I told him I couldn’t see him tonight because I was working till late and couldn’t get out of it. He wanted to make plans for Sunday night when I got back from Arizona, but I told him that now I was all curious and couldn’t wait that long. (I tried to be playful and not sound panicked.)
He basically said how much he likes me and he sees “this” having “long term potential”. He said, “You’re someone I could see myself with, but…” (I was waiting for the “but”). He met me about 1 month after his relationship ended with “B” his ex, and he just isn’t ready for another serious relationship yet.
He said he thought about this a lot because he wants to be fair to me. And he is torn because he wants to be with me, but is just not ready.
I said we’ve only been on a few dates and what’s the rush anyway? And where did he get the impression I was dying to be in a relationship? (I was feeling defensive and a little taken for granted that he’d assume I wanted a relationship with him - I want the guy to at least court me a little!!)
He said there’s no rush but he was already starting to have feelings for me, and he didn’t know if it was mutual. So “before we go there”, he wanted to be very upfront and honest.
Well, I respect his integrity and character…
We left it open. I wasn’t sure how to react. I’m not ready for a relationship yet either, I think we need to date more. But on the other hand, what if he needs a long time, like 6 months or something? And in the meantime does that mean he just wants to sleep around? See me and other women? That’s not something I can handle. I guess I’ve gotta clarify…
I’m definitely disappointed and feel let down, but I’m also strangely at peace with it.
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03.09.08
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 8:41 pm by Anna
Okay, I had a hot date with Hottie - finally!
During the 2 weeks I didn’t see him because he was in San Francisco…he grew stubble. When I saw him agan for lunch last Monday he looked gorgeous, but the stubble was even thicker last night. And I just have to say it took every ounce of willpower to not throw myself at him completely.
I am a sucker for stubble.
We went to dinner, and I am also a sucker for guys who open car doors, pull out chairs and are super-attentive…that’s him. Mr. Gorgeous & Attentive.
I know this is bad, but I was kinda waiting for the other shoe to drop - it felt too good to be true. I usually don’t have luck like this. But I just keep telling myself that after the misery of Wally, maybe it’s my karma balancing out! 
Anyway, we went dancing on Main Street in Santa Monica, by the beach. I was wearing high heels and couldn’t boogie too, too much …so he held me close, his arms around my lower back, and was kind of swaying me. It’s so fun and sexy - that feeling of being wrapped in a guy’s strong supportive arms. I melted into them.
Then before I knew it he’d pulled my body completely up against his (Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or ya just happy to be dancing with me?) and every inch of our bodies were touching.
He is a great kisser. We just click.
I like him sooo much, it is scarey!
I got home at 3:30am. I didn’t sleep with him…yet.
You guys would be proud of me. For the most part I am having a great time without worrying about the future, or sweating the small stuff…
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03.03.08
Posted in L.A. Adventures, Dating Diaries at 8:02 pm by Anna
I mean that literally, so no gagging neccessary!
Today I went out to lunch with Hottie and we foolishly decided to go for desert in Beverly Hills at this hot-spot called Sprinkles - a tiny little cupcake cafe 1/2 the size of a Duncan Donuts where they charge $3.25 for 1 cupcake, and you have to wait in line.
We waited for 1/2 an hour. Tourists were there from all over, taking pix & forking over $38 for Sprinkles Tshirts. It’s not just a store, it’s a movement. Seriously. Thank God I came in early so I could take a long lunch!
Don’t get me wrong, standing in line with something hot and delicious, waiting for something sweet and delicious was totally worth it.
They have 12 flavors - including cocunut creme, lemon ginger, red velvet, strawberry…I could go on and on. They are always perfect and sinfully sweet. (I got the red hot velvet…I figured something with a little spice seemed to fit the occassion.)
If anyone is interested, even their website is delicious.
www.sprinklescupcakes.com
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10.01.07
Posted in L.A. Adventures, Dating Diaries at 6:07 pm by Anna
Oh My God! I met this friend of Thomas yesterday, we went to a romantic restaurant called Wilshire in Santa Monica for dinner. We sat on the candlelit patio, with the cool ocean breeze and Thomas’ hand slowly rubbing my thigh.
And then there she was. Quite possibly the most obnoxious LA brat I’ve ever met. Her name was Candie. She had bleached blonde platinum hair, huge boobs literally falling out of her shirt and so many beads she could have run a jewelry shop from our table.
She had this *loud* voice and she must have asked the waiter 12 questions about each dish on the menu before narrowing it down to 3, then to 2 then 1. Then onto the entrees. I was so embarressed. She talked about herself the entire time - like non-stop. And she tried to one-up everything we said.
Thomas thought it was funny, but didn’t seem to mind…I was seriously considering a tall glass of rat poison.
They say you can judge a man by his friends. I believe that is true to a certain extent, but I’m trying not to judge him just by one friend. I better meet some others…quick!
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09.14.07
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 4:23 pm by Anna
What is superior to a pearl? Not a diamond (yes, but not what I’m talking about). What is much, much, much better than a pearl? It’s Creator. The oyster.
My latest obsession is raw oysters! I don’t know if they are popular in other places, but there seems to be a trend here in LA - a lovely, brilliant, delicous raw oyster trend. With vinagrette sauce.
In the past few weeks I’ve been to dinner about 4 times at great restaurants and everyone seems to be all over the raw oysters. My favorite are the Kumomoto’s. They are the smallest and taste the best (sweetest). They serve them in the shell on a big dish of ice and I always expect a pearl necklace to be buried just under the surface. (Maybe Thomas will oblige!:) )
For all you adventurers here in LA, my favorite oyster sources:
Wilshire (surprisingly, on Wilshire Blvd)
Craft (Avenue of the Stars)
Shutters (right on the beach at Pico)
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07.18.07
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 3:54 pm by Anna
Okay, I just wanted to tell y’all I have re-comitted to working out and getting in kick-butt shape. I joined the LA Sports Club today and I may even get a personal trainer (but they are expensve, especially after my recent shoe indiscretions).
LA Sports Club is supposedly so chic and hip, but all I saw was old European men hogging up the sauna! There are a lot of celebs that go there, but I’m glad I didn’t see anyone young and hip. I was a lot less self conscous. I’ll have to get some cool workout clothes though.
It was fun doing the treadmill with my ipod. I felt strong, free, powerful, beautiful & like I was fabulous with or without Wally! HA!
I am still on an endorphin high!!
I came back to work and my friend showed me her new pilates dvd (that she is making). And Wally’s best friend did the music for it. They were all talking about Wally, making fun of him for my benefit. It sent butterflies to my stomach just to hear silly stories about him and to see how closely we are still associated in peoples’ minds.
But I definitely felt more empowered & less heartbroken hearing his name - all because of my workout!
Also, I think the Shaman feather thing is still with me. I woke up totally at peace, with the same feeling I had right after it was over…maybe I should go visit the “sacred vessel” again sometime…
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07.17.07
Posted in L.A. Adventures at 2:03 pm by Anna
WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS POST IS TEMPORARILY INSANE
We were getting ready on the set this morning when a huge light fell and splattered everywhere, breaking furniture, causing chaos & cursing and the director giving us 3 hours off (which pissed the producers off even more!) it was a scary moment but no one was hurt thank God.
So a few members of the cast and I wanted to enjoy the beautiful day. We were thinking of going to the beach, but my companions’ contracts didn’t allow them to be in the sun too much - it would be weird if their skin color got darker from one shot to the next! We were thinking of going on a shoppng spree, but I told them about my recent meltdown at Manolo Blahnik and begged them to keep me away from any place that swallowed credit cards so mercilessly.
One of our friends is very spiritual and new-agey. She goes to astrologers, tarot card readers, psychics, healers…and she swears by them all. She mysteriously picked up her cell phone to call another “friend”.
About 20 minutes later as we were winding our way up into the Hollywood Hills for a “surprise”, we drove through an ugly wrought iron fence-gate-thing to a small but elegent adobe house, and waiting there with a big smile, standing as still as a mountain was….a Shaman. Yes, this Native American Indian guy wearing a full feathered headress, and blue beads on his chest. He told us he could do a feather ceremony on each of us - and it would have been better if we had fasted for the past 24 hours, but the fire spirit would have compassion. Okay…
We each took turns standing next to the Shaman in front of this little fire, which was burning in a pit with sage and “smudging” (purifying) herbs.
And…we had to be topless. Yes, that is correct.
Why? I didn’t ask.
He did these sweeping dance-like movements with the feathers around our half naked bodies. It wasn’t sensual, it felt innocent and kind of funny - and it tickled once or twice. I wasn’t even self-conscious standing topless with these actresses who had perfect bodies.
Later I asked him what he did and he said he didn’t know. It was the feathers who perform the healing through him and he is just the vessel. I said, “Kinda like, ‘it wasn’t me, it was the tequila talking through me, I’m just the vessel?’ ” I thought he’d hex me or the flames would rise up and eat me alive, but he laughed a deep belly laugh and slapped me on the back. So the vessel had a sense of humor!
I feel kinda spaced out now. But a little more at peace. And better about myself and life. (I hadn’t slept all night because I was tormenting myself about Wally.) Was it the unexpected time off and adventure with my friends? Or is there really something to standing naked in front of a fire with a sacred vessel and self-willed holy feathers?
Who knows, either way it’s all good. Whatever gets us through the day - right girls?
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07.15.07
Posted in L.A. Adventures, Primping and Pampering at 4:21 pm by Anna
My desperation & misery have finally led me to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - gold Manolo Blahnik shoes, that is. I’ve been a naughty girl. My credit card will have to punish me. I might have to return a pair (oh, no!) But here is what I got!
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