Uneventful
Friday night was a bore. There is no way I could write an entire post about the night and still maintain your good will. There was no drama, no comedy, but there was a bit of romance. It’s one of these Sid and Nancy couples who break up and get back together. They both drink too much, he’s a compulsive liar, and since she told a customer the other night that she is an owner in the bar, I’m thinking she is, too. But more on them later, let me tell you about my week.
Since going to the dentist, I’ve been having pain in my mouth where the temporary crown was placed. I had some idea it wasn’t going to be a day at the beach when, with a mouth full of novocain, I could feel her putting it on. I thought you weren’t supposed to feel pain when on novocain. After bearing with it through the weekend, I called Monday for a Tuesday meeting. Now I’m not one of those high maintenance patients, who freaks out at every little thing. Although I once had a physical with Dr. Jay and was left alone with my chest x-ray. I freaked out to the office assistant about the mass in my chest, Dr. Jay explained that it was my heart. To all my co-workers, there is documented proof that I do have a heart. My dentist explained that food was getting impacted between the temporary crown and my gums were getting inflamed. So after nearly thirty-nine years, I have begun flossing regularly. Alas, after the flossing and the flinging of embedded foods from as far back as high school, my mirror looks like the smorgasbord in Fargo. (Grrrr!) Yes, ladies, I am single. Start a line.
After the dentist, I met Tim for lunch at Fromin’s. Los Angeles has some of the most beautiful people in the world, and let me tell you, they neither dine, nor work at Fromin’s. I’m not sure what it is about deli’s, Nate n’ Al’s aside, that draws in the unattractive. Maybe good looking people don’t eat at places where you can order a sandwich, “extra-fatty.” I’m no expert on beauty but there won’t be any runway shows at Fromin’s any time soon.
Wednesday, I hung out with Julie in the afternoon. I believe she was disappointed after she said, “Let’s get high and go for a walk.” I said, “I’ll go for a walk.” Yes, I have not consumed marijuana in any form, nor had a cigarette since my hypnosis January 26th. Also, I’ve only consumed three adult libations since then. I did hypnosis to quit smoking, not to be a candidate for the most boring human on the planet. I guess good health comes at a cost. In any case, Julie and I were on an adventure. Two new places opened: Santa Monica Seafood and Huckleberry, and we had to cross Lincoln to get there. Both places are super groovy. Santa Monica Seafood is at the corner of Tenth and Wilshire. In the center is the fish market shaped like a horse shoe. Off to the right is a small cafe and oyster bar. We didn’t eat there, but I’m excited to go back. Huckleberry is half a block down. The owners of Rustic Canyon served brunch on weekends, but it was so popular that they shut it down and opened Huckleberry. They’re open Wednesday through Sunday, eight until four. Julie and I got coffee, which was excellent, and bread pudding with banana, chocolate and caramel. It didn’t suck.
I saw two films in the theater on my days off, both animated which is not my M.O. After leaving Julie I went and saw Coraline. It was really good and definitely not for kids. I was highly unnerved. It’s about a girl whose family moves to Ashland, Oregon. Her life is a drag and she finds a parallel universe, where life is great, or so it seems. I, also, saw Waltz With Bashir, which was really cool and dark. It’s about a Israeli filmmaker who realizes he can’t remember much of his time during the war in Lebanon in the early eighties, so he goes and interviews those who were there. I highly recommend them both. Also, I saw a documentary on Netflix called Dear Zachary. If you want to see a film that will rip your heart out, watch Dear Zachary.
Friday, finally. There was nothing exciting about it. Luckily, I had a great happy hour because the rest of night was average. The aforementioned Sid and Nancy couple, who I figured were done with their relationship (when will I learn that toxic relationships never die, they just reunite at O’ Brien’s), would stand near the bar and make out. I’m not quite sure at what volume throwing up in your mouth is just throwing up, but I believe every employee crossed that threshold. It’s not that they’re unattractive, I mean I could see them dining at Fromin’s, but there was just something psychically wrong with the whole event. Thank God he left a big tip. The closest thing to the ass clown of the night was this one girl, who wanted a vodka red bull with more vodka, the way Tim makes it. I dragged him over. She didn’t like how he made it, so I threw his out, and poisoned her. I didn’t mean to show Tim up, in fact, I apologized to him, but I just wanted to see this bitch puke. Alas, I did not. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have labeled this night as uneventful.
