November 15
Ice Cream Sundaes with a Side of Grilled Cheese day! I officially am sick of having parties. They have to stop. Leigh and I literally spent soooooo many hours and dollars preparing for and making stupid grilled cheese sandwiches and ice cream sundaes. Don't get me wrong, both were amazing, but i'm over doing all this work. Let's sit back and wait for someone else to have a party. ... we say this now, but i know we'll end up doing something for american thanksgiving... and then i know we'll end up having our christmas party sleepover pancake breakfast party... oh man...
So today. I woke up at 7:30. A quality 4 hours of sleep. Showered, drank liquid breakfast and then went on the hugest cheese/bread mission with Leigh. Of course we needed amazing cranberry walnut bread, and of course The Oaks didnt have any (or the fancy cheeses we needed) so we ended up going to Gelsons, Trader Joes, the hated Santa Monica Whole Foods (which obvi had nothing) and the W 3rd Whole Foods. But coincidentally there happened to be a marathon going on around the grove so EVERYTHING was blocked off and we were literally battling traffic trying to get to whole foods at 11:20. The party started at 12. Leigh hadn't showered, my hair was wet and i had no makeup on. But we finally made it to whole foods, got good bread, got good cheese, but couldnt get loose leaf jasmine tea. WTF? Leigh and Robyn, i'm gonna get my mom to send some good tea with you when you visit. Ok so Leigh and I get home, get ready at light speed, and luckily all the girl guests were very late. Like... hours and hours late. The boys entertained themselves in the backyard while leigh and i prepared:
-Straight up cheddar grilled cheese on sour dough.
-Cheddar & Bacon on sour dough
-Muenster/cheddar sometimes with bacon, avocado & tomato on whole wheat and sour dough
-Our crowning glory: Brie, Fontina, Cherry Confit, Dried Cherries on cranberry walnut bread. This took three hours. It was hell. I hated it. Oh by the way Leigh and I were in terrible spirits all morning, beginning with our lack of sleep, morale dropped lower on our cheese/bread mission, and hit rock bottom while preparing the cheeses. Thankfully "Whatever You Like" on repeat got us through.
Sandwiches were a hit, sundaes were a hit, Leigh and I ate too much as usual and indulged in some barfing action, the boys took some sweet snaps, watched some horrible documentary about arcade Donkey Kong competitive players, and I ended off the night nicely with a little Desperate Housewives.
November 14
Obviously I woke up at 7:30 even though I went to bed at three. Ate breakfast with Leigh and gossiped about late night events, went for our hike, discussed grilled cheese plans while we walked, and then embarked on our daily errand run. Errand driving was made better with the girl version of "Whatever You Like" serenading us on repeat. First stop, planet blue. Leigh got jeans. Second stop, sunglass hut. Leigh got sunglasses, I got my gucci shades adjusted so they don't sit crooked. Next stop, Williams Sonoma: chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, pumpkin pie samples. Next stop: Frederic Fekkai for Leigh's haircut. Kelly apologized profusely for my birthday hair disaster (she had the day off and recommended a guy who ruined my hair). Then onto Hundreds to get a sticker for my car. Then it was back home so Leigh could meet with her stylist (she's such a movie star) to find dresses for daves brother's wedding and new years. Dave and I went to Costco which was a nightmare, and they had nothing we needed. It was bizarre. So we went to Ralphs and got all the sundae stuff and coincidentally the lady behind us in line was having a sundae party too. It was weird. We had better stuff than her. Then we went home, and I started in on cookie dough making (sundaes need both cookie dough and cookies), make a lot of dozens of cookies, got ready for dinner, went to Katsuya, came home, Leigh and I had a late night waxing party, got ready for bed and then got calls from Roger and bbms from Brandon saying to come back to tattoo mania cause they were getting more tattoos, so Dave and I ventured out at midnight, me again with zero makeup, looking like roadkill. We get there, Roger's getting Uncle Pennybags tattooed on the back of his leg, and everyone thought his name was Mr. Moneybags. I proved them wrong cause i'm the smartest girl in the world. Roger looked like a little kid. Brandon looked like death. I literally thought he was gonna die. He was getting his arm all filled in and was basically going crazy. So we hung out there for a couple hours, and then ended up going back to Rogers, watching some horrible movie with Kurt Russell and ninjas, and Roger and I made plans for him to hire me as his assistant. My first job is to go get him a free city hoodie. We got home at 3:30 and I was not looking forward to waking up...
Today was a wonderful/horrible day. It started off with an EARLY morning spin class, followed by GST with Myara. But today was more fun than usual cause Leigh was there! And Anna (the GST creator) told me that my bum was looking good. This was an amazing compliment cause Anna has the hottest bod ever. We went home, had lunch and i started in on a lonnnnggggg afternoon/evening of drafting. I was supposed to go to William's birthday but at 9:00 when i was supposed to start getting ready, I was on such a roll with my floorplan that i just wanted to push through and finish the elevation, so I did. Basically 8 hours of my day were spent on drafting. Actually less, cause there were plenty of distractions (Leigh, Colin, Laundry, Pasta sauce, Jordan, stand up comedians, the usual things), so i finish my drafting at 11, the boys come back from shooting their comedy show, I FINALLY finish Her Fearful Symmetry (the ending was HORRIBLE, i was so disappointed), and then got ready for bed. I then get a bbm from brandon telling me that he's getting tattoos and that i should come hang out. So I go to Tattoo Mania on Sunset and hang out with Brandon and Roger while Brandon gets three tattoos. Roger was flirting big time. The whole thing was so fun (minus me putting my foot in my mouth about 500 times about other tattoo artists).
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