Guess who’s gonna breathe some Rudd/Segel air? Yep, it’s me. Thanks to my dear friend who woke up at the crack of dawn to win tickets from Kroq, we get to go to the world premier of I Love You Man. St Patty’s day isn’t just gonna be ducking drunks & skanks dressed in short green outfits, It’s gonna be fun! Pics from the night coming soon!
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Super fun, great light hearted movie, Paul was adorable…loved the night.
It was my day off today and was really excited to head over to the Century City mall for a few hours and do some window shopping. I really miss shopping. When I had a decent paying job, eating, traveling, & shopping were my top things to do. I always think about it everyday, because these are great things to savor in life, although not having funds makes it nearly impossible to consistently do them. So for now just a stroll and maybe one tiny purchase (a supersoft marc by marc jacobs hoodie I snagged on sale!) will do. I usually come down to this mall simply for the Cusp boutique (Part of Neiman Marcus). Its truly a beautiful store with the perfect mix of high & low fashion, perfectly trimmed down to the best pieces from my favorite designers. Plus their sales are just amazing. I came in early so it was just me & two other people sifting through racks of fairly new spring stuff already marked down more than 50% off. It’s incredible how the recession has affected these specialty shops. I truly hope its not a casualty of this shitty economy because its a pretty special place.
When you’ve been eating like a peasant for weeks on a limited budget, you start eating mounds of fast food because sometimes its cheaper than grocery shopping. My best chum & boyfriend, decided to have a quick bite at Farmer Boys, a 24 hour fast-food place off the 10 freeway. It’s awkwardly settled between all of these factories & truck stops in downtown LA. You have to hope your car is in pretty good shape because chances are you will lose an axle driving through the pothole-ridden street. Rough, but if your looking for cheap, semi-decent burgers & chili fries not bad if you don’t mind some company when your eating near a window. There’s always a new hobo-y friend, staring right at you as you take a bite of your juicy burger. It just gives me warm fuzzy feelings that you will almost always pay for later. Anyways, here’s their newest ad…geez quite the feast. All fried, all bad. Farm fresh?
By no means is this place the premier place for fine dining, but Coco’s is rather delicious for a few dollars & a couple of laughs. It the Ivy of geriatrics. I truly think its the place, where if your old (other than your local mall at wee morning hours) it’s the place to be seen. At peek hours, you can catch the oldies being wheeled in by the local retirement homes. The decor is Florida-retirement circa 1979, & the service is really fucking awful, but its a place where you can get a pancake filled with bacon-bits inside or see an old person eating with a breathing tank. Coco’s keeps it real. Its a parallel universe if your young. My best chum & I, love to go there because that’s where we see our lives flash before eyes over a plate of cream of broccoli soup. Need a moment of clarity & a slice of cream pie, that’s your place.
If you live in the ghetto, advertising is done in the way of these damn little pieces of paper! Ahhh! Almost everday I will come out of my apartment & find one of these little prizes wedged into my door. Insurance, rug cleaning, ehh I don’t even know anymore. It’s hard to keep track. I could probably start collecting these like trading cards. I wish I could catch these guys & scream off the top of my lungs “No Mas cards!” Perhaps I will counteract this by putting my own flyer saying this. Arrrg!
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