somewhere over the rainbow

the other night i ended up at the key club for the first time since my living in hollywood. the crowd was ridiculously sleezy and desperate, old, and still trying to make something of a dream that has for so long been shaken apart. the bands were awful. no harmony. no inspiration. just a flat desire for fame. there might have been an ounce of passion stuck somewhere in between the tight levi's and the cheesey belt buckles, but i'm sure the combat boots will squash it sooner than later. i've never felt so depressed while watching live music.... i had to get out. never will i return to the key club again. (unless it's a great band.) ugh. everything about that place felt so wrong, tainted and broken.

somewhere over the rainbow, i spent an uplifting night at the troubadour in west hollywood last night. i saw some great bands that have their hearts and minds in the right place, and it really does send out a better feeling in the room. it was a tad cold in the venue, but the music somehow warmed the place up. plus shia labeouf was there, making a fool of himself. such a drunken, lonely celeb, trying too hard to obtain more attention. apparently he can keep a quarter on his forehead while banging his head on the bar counter -- 5 times. brilliant.

tonight we celebrate S' birthday at cha cha cha. i need to find the perfect present! she's not into contrasting colors so much. hm. monochromatic possibilities, where art thou?

be mine. text me. love. yours.

i do so badly want to fall
and the kisses and hugs are written on solid hearts
but i can't bite through them

i have an urge to save them
in their little box,
staring me in the face through the plastic window,
until a new holiday has arrived,
and then i've missed my chance to
celebrate in season.

i let them remain whole
and strong, never letting the
impression fade away.
i must find the courage to
open that box.

oh, but wait...

i have a job, huh? one of those 9-6, sit indoors all day and dream of whats going on outside that window, type of jobs. it's a good one - so i can't complain at all, but spending the most quality time i've spent with people in a long long (ever?) is really not motivating the sitting in the fluorescent lighting all day. the truth is, i'm torn between routine and the new. i'm so always up for seeing new things and trying new things... i don't mind taking a scenic route. but i guess i can let it get out of control too. i've tossed the stability right out of this 6th story window, and i'm running on curiosity.

and fear. watching a fellow twosome part ways makes me realize just how disposable relationships (love or less) are. and this is what i have always thought to be the most important thing we can have in our lives... people to share them with... but we toss each other around so often. so from there, i consider that every strong connection we make, and every moment we are given, is truly a very precious one.

last night's show at the roxy was cancelled, so that (thankfully) gave me a bit of a break. tonight is first fridays at the natural history museum. the bird and the bee are playing and jukebox the ghost are opening. apparently its a popular night; pre-sale tix are already sold out. not sure if we'll end up making it inside or not.

it's raining. there really is something about that rain that makes it feel okay to stay home and do nothing (or take a moment to type a little something something in the blog blog).

please don't stop the music

i've got shows to potentially attend every night of this week. i love things to do in my calendar but sometimes its fun to have no plan at all... and that's my new theme of this month. just going with the flow and doing what makes me happy. it's working out fine, except that my energy and excitement for this new way of life is not giving me much sleep. oh well. i'd rather be living a crazy life in the city than snoozing all the time away. the tick tock tick tock is only haunting when there's nothing to do. now, i've found a rhythm.

rain on my parade

the weekend we've all been waiting for has finally arrived! i'm picking up R from the airport in 4 hours... then it's off to find a dance floor or 2.! R suggested we choose our evening's adventure based on what we choose to wear... which is brilliant. personally, when i choose my outfits everyday, what i put on has everything to do with my mood... what's inspiring me.. and what's on my mind. we reflect the swirlings of our inner thoughts in a combination of colors and patterns and shapes. high heels or flats. so why wouldn't we take our day to where (wear) our outfit wants to be seen. it's brilliant. i love it.

it is raining, however, and as much as i hate the gloomy, icky cold weather, i'm going to embrace it. my car was clean, now it's not, but whatever, at least there's fun to be had!

vegas.......... i'll be seeing you real soon. :)

hey syrah syrah

i somehow hurt my back playing wii fit & stretching last night, so i've been limping around like someone 60 years my senior. ironically it was the senior citizens that A and I almost spent a good two hours with tonight as we ventured outside the norm to a historical lecture. it was a good idea, it seemed, but definitely not our thing. so we ditched the talk for edendale grill. we grubbed on mac & cheese and calamari.. beers and red wine. my back is feeling just fine! :)

coconut records has released a new album and in my current state, and most likely without it, i'm loving it. jason schwartzman is such a cuddly and endearing rock star. yes......i'm 23 and this is what i do with my tuesday nights.

and....sleep.

today i'll wear flats.

i love living in l.a. because there really is so much to do and see here. and although the go go go can be tiring, it's completely worth it.

friday night was the night at the museum relived. A and i checked out first fridays at the natural history museum which is basically a night of music in a museum full of stuffed animals and vaquero costumes. we cruised through the history lessons first, and then watched the little ones for a bit.

last night little J and her friends wanted to go out so we went to foxtail, which used to be half restaurant and half club, but now, i suppose in it's decline of popularity, it is all club. there used to be an exclusive feeling about that place, as you'd walk through the restaurant, up the dark staircase, and into the disco-reminiscent dance floor. and they used to, with care, i think, serve drinks that could be found no where else. (i loved the poisoned rose -- a sweet martini with a rose petal in it -- but it is no more.) the girls enjoyed themselves at first, but by midnight had decided (realized) it wasn't their crowd. i can agree with them there. the foxtail bunch is probably the ones wanting to feel like they've made it in l.a. -- these girls weren't trying to be l.a. at all.. which is completely acceptable in my book.

i left there, not feeling at all tipsy from my rose petal substitute, and headed east on fountain to a small room of a bar called temp spaces. it's not at all beautiful inside like an sbe joint, but the less overwhelming appearance felt right. a slow-turning disco ball, and a vintage chandelier, i was totally into it. plus james friedman was dj-ing -- apparently he's a big deal -- and for reason. i was loving it all. thx to P & S for leading me there.