So after Thanksgiving, I headed south for some R&R with my galpal P. It was just for a short weekend, but boy, we crammed a shitload into three days!
On Saturday, we went to the salsa dance club in LA– The Mayan. Damn, people wear some SHORT, TIGHT shit!! The club was monster and there were themed rooms with different music… I saw some really awesome salsa in the main room which had a live Latin band. Also witnessed lots of bumping and grinding in the hip hop room. At times I had to cover my eyes! But overall, it was pretty fascinating just watching P light up the room. She was mesmerizing! Shit, dudes were coming up to her left and right asking to dance! Really. ALL NIGHT LONG. We were there 10-2, and she must have been asked to dance like 15-20 times!! She’s just one of those head turners… she doesn’t intend to, but she makes all the women around her seem really dumpy. 🙁
But the CRAZY story is… well there are two stories: I nabbed a thief who took something off our table and dashed off. I was watching our table where everyone had put their purses and phones and wallets… then all of the sudden, while I was looking at my phone, a guy came over, grabbed a phone off the table and darted onto the dance floor. I was a little confused about what the hell just happened but then I chased after him through the crowd, grabbed his arm, swung him around, he opened his hand and it was empty, then without thinking/speaking, I patted down his front pocket!! He just stood there stunned. And then, I shoved my hand down his pocket and fished out an iphone!! All without saying a word!! Turns out, the phone belonged to the woman at the table next to us!!! Yeah man, I’m a vigilante even at the club!!
And the other huge news was that I danced with a dude– and he was really good looking??!! WTF?? It was the strangest thing: at the end of the night, after I’d been feeling like a real ugly duckling, I was literally standing along the wall waiting for P to be done dancing already (I think I had even started a new Words with Friends game), and a really handsome dude all decked out in a suit came up and asked how things were going. I kinda just assumed he was talking me to ask about P, who was dancing ten feet away. Then he took my hand and asked me to dance. Say what???? I did a double take and being the nerd that I am, I was all like, “Are you sure? You don’t want to dance with me– I can’t dance. Let me introduce you to P: she’s an awesome dancer.” I know, I’m a dumbass. I did end up dancing with him but shit, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I tried to remember the basic steps, but then I couldn’t feel the beat and several times I just stopped, stood there, and watched his footwork. It was fucking stressful! But he was super sweet, and after the song was over (it felt like an eternity), he kept wanting to dance more… dude was crazy!! At some point, I even stumbled on my own fucking feet!! Ridiculous… I’m such a cheese. But heck, check it off the bucket list: danced with a random cute guy. Hehe.
On Sunday, we went to Disneyland and rode the rides at CA Adventures. I did a looped rollercoaster for the first time ever (I know, apparently I’m getting all bold and gutsy in my old age). We also hit a tattoo shop in downtown LGB– I had wanted to look through some of their books to get ideas. Damn, that shop had THE trashiest portfolio. Ugh. I’m traumatized just thinking about it. The shit people get inked on their bodies… Seriously, can they at least TRY to keep this classy? Btw, tats cost like $150/hr!! Who do these tat artists think they are, freaking entry level lawyers?? Absurd.
All and all, another grand time with my bud. Til our next outing!!