Starting to recover

I tell ya. This weather really has me down. It snowed yesterday. It is April and it snowed. What the heck is going on? Do you know I have a pool in my backyard? When I lived in San Diego I did not have a pool, but now I live in Washington and I do. Mostly it just sits there with a big black tarp on it all year. Then when the sun does come out we spend several weeks trying to get the green stuff out of the water just in time for it to start raining again. Need I say that the house came with this thing and we thought it was a good idea at the time...now...not so much.

But a few weeks ago I was in Los Angeles and I have yet to put any of my experiences into bloggy format. On the Friday that I arrived I was up from 3am to 3am. 24 hours baby. And I felt it. My activities of the day included flying first class, hiking up Runyon Canyon (pictured above), seeing my high school buddy Ryan Gowland and his wife Erica perform at the IO West Theatre on Hollywood Blvd., and going to the Truckstop. It was quite a whirlwind.

Also, I can't really go any further without mentioning my experience at Truckstop. First, I should say, the gal pal I was visiting in LA is a lesbian. Therefore, the bar we went to was a lesbian bar. Apparently there are only two lesbian bars in LA, the other is called Booby Trap.

Before we went to the club we picked up another friend to join us. As we circled for parking I noticed that the line out the club was rather long. It reminded me of that movie Night at the Roxbury and I was starting to wonder how long I would have to stand in my heels before being given the once over and approval to go in. However, the gal we had picked up to join us was a regular. We walked up to the front of the line, kisses on the cheek ensued and we were soon whisked through the satin ropes like royalty. The bouncer inside even stowed our coats for us, since they had no coat check, and a beer magically appeared in my hand. Let me remind you, I had been up about 20 hours at this point and hiked up a frickin' mountain, and I was in 3 inch heels. Then the "show" started. This bar has this Coyote Ugly thing going for it and every hour they have girls dance on the bar. They also have a special girl that gives lap dances for people having birthdays, or I suspect, anyone who happens to say it is their birthday. There are a lot of people having birthdays there, I'm just sayin'. So, while I am not a lezzie, I have to say, I admired this woman's acrobatics and I also was thinking -- yikes. I found a video of her on You Tube.

A word of warning -- this is soooooooooooo not PG. You better not have any kids in the room if you watch this, and definitely a no-no at work.