Now that I'm groomed, I have Spice Girls blasting and I feel like I can finally rewind and catch you up on all that's been going on with Cathi here (not anymore, sadly) and work and my Eurotrip. I'll make it confusing and go backwards.
KC called me today so I could speak to everyone except Tedros and Molly. Tedros left, Molly didn't want to talk to me. Or she was driving. Everyone else is Dave, Blake and Josh. Dave sounded properly chipper though somewhat uninterested, Blake was confused as always, and Josh was polite yet jokingly defensive. I can't wait to see them in person. I feel like everyone else has kind of forgotten about me. Only a couple reedies even wished me a happy birthday. Because of that, I feel a little apprehensive about going back- I guess a little suspicious of my so-called friends. Of course, I'm not ready to drop anyone because of a little thing like that but I do feel a little neglected and I do NOT like it mister.
Yesterday, Saturday, we had big plans which didn't quite happen. Molly, Alex, Birte, Roya and much more (maybe) were going to go to the screening of the original Psycho at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery but it just didn't happen. I ended up sleeping instead. Sleep is wonderful. Especially with a warm mexican at your side.
That morning, Cathi left. Her godparents took her away forever. So sad. Luckily, they keep inviting me to visit any of their houses in Austria. I'm definitely taking advantage of that. AND I need to see my new friend again. She really fit in like one of the family. I was surprised that it worked out so well, but mucho relieved. She was practically in love with Molly. Every ten minutes, she would tell me how funny Molly was. I felt like any second, she'd ask me if she could stay with Molly instead. She loved Alex too and told us we were "sweet" together all the time. Then again, anyone would be impressed by a boy like mine. To top it off, she was hilarious. We had such an awesome time together. When she didn't understand something right away, I'd explain it and then she would cover herself by saying "Oh, we don't have that in Austria." The first time she said it, I couldn't tell she was joking. It's hard to tell with the accent and all. My favorite was when she told me they don't have dogs in Austria. I was laughing for about ten minutes straight. So even though she's gone now, we have some great memories. When she left, her eyes were teary and I could tell she was about to cry. My mom was crying too.
Friday was our last night with Cathi and we ended it with The Ruby. The whole time she was here, she was obsessed with going clubbing. She asked me practically every night if we could go. Finally, Friday night, we decided to go. She listens to techno like Molly, which is probably another reason they bonded so well. I'm not much of a techno fan myself. So Friday day, my last day of work, I looked up techno clubs that we could get in to. Keep in mind that she's 17. There is no club in LA that is worth going to that lets in anyone under 18. Luckily, she has a fake ID. Not a very good one, but a fake ID nonetheless. With it, she's 19. So I found a 18+ club that supposedly plays techno music along with other rooms with other music as well. I liked it because it had all kinds of dance music- 80's, hip hop, techno, etc. It's about a block from Hollywood/Vine and El Capitan. I had to pull teeth to convince Molly to come but I'm so glad she did. So it was Molly, Cathi, Alex and me. Alex brought the alcohol and was nice enough to stay sober. We went to a park infested with spiders by Molly's old house. This park will always feel safe to me because I've gotten away with so much there. I got high there for the first time with generous friends, a ginormous bong and some amazing chronic. Anyway, we poured cups of rum and filled them up with coke. If you've ever had a mixed drink made by Aline, you know how strong it is. Basically, 50-60% alcohol. But we ran into some problems. First, our cups started leaking like crazy. I ran to the car to get an extra cup. That worked for me but not Molly. Cathi's wasn't so bad but Molly's was pouring out of the bottom. Who would ever predict that cups won't hold liquid? There were some used styrofoam cups on the table and I told her to put one under her cup and let it collect the extra. Somehow, she ended up accidentally drinking out of the styrofoam cup and had to wash her mouth out from the germs. Very amusing for everyone but her.
We drove, found parking after at least half an hour of looking, and met up with Roya and arrived fashionably late. I was just thinking about it and "arrived" would sound better if it were "arrove". So we arrove and went in. Cathi had no problem getting in- who would turn away her Austrianness? She told the ID checker that she was from Austria and he practically melted. I was afraid that my club choice would end up being lame, but going in I was very pleasantly surprised. Obviously, I'm not a very regular clubber. But I would totally do this again. I had such a great time and this club was nice. We weren't even drunk. The most I can say is that I was slightly buzzed. We danced and danced and got beautifully sweaty. Our favorite place to stay was right in front of a huge fan. I liked the main room with the 80's music. It turned out there wasn't really any techno. I wasn't TOO bummed out about that. I had so much fun dancing and I took lots of pictures which you can find in my facebook album.
That means here
Speaking of facebook albums, I originally wanted to restrict myself to one summer album, but I've realized that I just take way too many damn pictures. So far I have four, but I'll probably end up with five because of the Switzerland/Italy trip.
Anyway, I went clubbing. Before that, the closest I came to going to a dance club was the Whisky a go-go, Roxy and all those random places we always used to go to see bands play. Like Top Fuel in Hollywood. That place was a mess. I think that was the first (and only?) time I've seen people shoot up in an alley. Definitely not dance clubs.
Thursday we hung out at the Beverly Hills Country Club. I didn't get in the pool or actually do anything. I guess I'm boring these days. After that, we went to dinner at Lilly's in Venice with Cathi and her godmother and family. Delicious French cafe and the food was great. We saw Emy Colidago at the bar. She's the girl who plays Piama on Malcolm in the Middle (Francis' wife). She's much prettier in person than on the show. There aren't many pictures of her online but here she is:
Wednesday, as you know (or should know), was my birthday. Despite having to work, it was still a good day. I went home for lunch and had caprese, fresh fruit and pasta ready for me. After I finished, my massage was ready for me in the other room. My mom apparently does this semi-frequently where she has a little asian lady come, massage bed and all, to our house to give full-body massages. It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep. I should do that more often.
I got the most beautiful iPod known to man, a black 60 GB color video iPod. It is perfection. I can't figure out how to put videos on it yet, but that will work itself out soon enough. I love scrolling through my pictures while listening to music and it's just so damn beautiful! This one will not be broken. No one lays their hands on my iPod from now on. Except, you know, if you're REALLY careful.
Alex told me to meet him at his house, so I did. We went to the Grove and the park by his house and just hung out. I complained about how unspecial my birthday was. Ava was a bitch to me all day and didn't even wish me a happy birthday and then all we were doing was walking around. I wanted to have fun, I wanted to do something different than every other night, I wanted to see PEOPLE. My dad called to let me know that there was chinese chicken salad waiting for me at home, so we headed back.
*Side Note: This computer keeps making sporadic buzzing noises. I wonder why/where it's coming from/is it going to explode?
We got home and I had kind of a strange feeling. Nothing conscious, nothing I could explain, but something felt different in a very subtle way. And that something is what prompted me to go in the front entrance of the house, a way that I haven't come in all summer. The side door is just easier. But for some reason, I walked in the front door. No one was in the living room. Weird. I walked through to the kitchen to walk outside and to my room, and I saw figures ducking from outside the window. All I could think was "what the hell is that?!?" Suddenly everyone rushed in from the back and caught me from surprise. I couldn't believe that they had actually planned that without me knowing. I knew the parents had an ice cream cake for me when I got home because Ava slipped it to me, but I had NO IDEA about this. I was elated. Literally, ever since I learned the concept of surprise parties, I had wanted one thrown for me. And finally, my dream was fulfilled and I was simply ecstatic. Dinner/dessert was great and I was more than satisfied. It was good to see some old friends along with the ones I see all the time.
Later, the fun was kind of spoiled and I just wanted everyone to go home. People don't take hints very well. I had a great time and it was time to end. By trying to prolong the fun, I was just annoyed and got into an argument with my mom because of it. I didn't need alcohol/pot and I felt pressured to make it happen even though I didn't even know about the party or could have planned ahead. Bottom line, if they wanted to get fucked up they should have planned it before. I was tired and felt like no one cared about what I wanted to do- they just wanted to get drunk or stoned. The rest of the night was filled with tension and wasn't fun for me. Next time I'll politely say that I had fun but it's time to end and let everyone leave. Finally, everyone left and I went to sleep. In retrospect, it was still awesome and I'm forever in debt.
I'm jumping back to the beginning. Hope you can follow. Today we heard Switzerland is currently rainy and muggy and gross. We planned on boating/swimming in the Ara River, but right now all the water in it is melted ice which is very, very cold. And I say that from experience. So Switzerland's weather sucks right now. This isn't typical for summer weather. Blah. My parents are having a party so that we don't have to visit all our Swiss friends and it's now being moved to my uncle's shop instead of outside our chalet because no one wants to stand outside in the rain.
This post has gotten really fucking long so I think I should just post it. More to come, lovers.
3 comments:
the seeming lack of birthday wishes could also be attributed to the fact that a lot of people are potentially on vacation and therefore not by a computer or are busy getting ready to go back to school/a dozen other things and that's why they didn't happen to be on facebook to see that it was your birthday. i mean, let's be honest, that's the only way most people know anyone's birthday!
who is the pig drinking at the fountain?
tell cathi she is hot
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