That said...Tv guy is out of the picture romantically...due to the fact that he does still have some growing up to do and I feel slightly disrespected by him for reasons I won't express. I need to focus on my creative journey again- so I am forcing myself to do the artist way, though I haven't written morning pages in days...and I am more than excited to see my Breaking Ice people next week, to actually be a performer again.
Ben told me not to write a blog about our weekend till he left, but I knew the stuff that came up today would end up taking over, but enough said about all that....here's more about my fabulous weekend with Ben! who came to visit me from Minneapolis.
Friday night.
Ben arrives. We eat a delicious meal at Bassa Nova. Here he is smiley after eating perfect plantains.
Saturday.
We wake up and have a great Urth cafe Breakfast, walk back down Melrose, and then drive up to American Apparrel where he buys the most obnoxious neon colored shirt (which you see me grimacing at below) and where I buy A hot pink dress which the gay salesman taught me to wear in eight different styles. Gotta love polyester cotton.
Then we head on over to the walk of fame and to Grauman's Chinese theatre where you can see all the cemented hands and feet. This did not excite Ben as much as I had hoped, so we got some Coffee Bean, tried to do some shopping and then took off. I got call Catherine Zeta by some random man on the street. On the Sta. Monica Promenade I got called J-lo. Whats all this about. Next we ran off to the La Brea Tarpits where we had a nice walk and sit in the sun, as picture la-bas.
Those Prada glasses are not mine, theyre Ben's.
Then we go home and get allll dressed up to go to Spago, Wolfgang Puck's Restaurant in Beverly Hills. It was the most amazing dinner I have had. Not to mention the free cookie plate we got in the end which included the best chocolate chip cookie i have ever had....thank you wolfgang. The whole night I decided to be called Bianca and I spoke in an accent which was a mix of French and Spanish. Ben indulged me. It was great. He even indulged me when I had my horrible this-dress-doesnt-fit-the-same-moment.
This is us miserably full afterward...
Sunday...
We had brunch in Venice with Lars and Courtney, but have no pics of that cause I forgot the came. However....It was a wonderful day in venice. AFter brunch we strolled through the farmer's market where there was a little french band playing (could my life be written like a screenplay any more than it is?) and then we came accross the planet blue sale, yikes for my wallet, and then headed towards the beach to lay out. The highlight was strolling down the boardwalk and seeing all the wild people like the man in a speedo collecting money, anti columbus day protesters, a video game set that had 76000 games like super mario bros and donkey kong for only 30 bucks which i almost bought. And most importantly the henna tatoo I have been wanting....pictured below.
And finally, as if we hadnt eaten enough....We went to Marrakesh with Dara, my roomate, and had a marvelous morroccan meal.
That last picture is of me and Gloria, stars of the short film Foreign Currency.
Y Colorinm, colorado, este cuento se ha acabado. tan tan.
6 comments:
You should've purchased the video games! Did they include quasi-classics such as Dig Dug and Q-Bert?
Probably. I just couldn't convince myself to buy them because I knew I would end up wasting my time playing. But i ma still tempted to go back and get it.
It would have been nice if you could have purchased the game as a standalone--who needs that stupid gun and the other toy. And even then--you'd have to set up your own TV because the living room TV is surely in use.
Now, i'm not sure that disclaimer regarding my sunglasses was particularly necessary. =P
I was happy to indulge your "this-dress-doesn't-fit-me-the-same"moment. I appreciated your having indulged my quasi-ignorant moments. I'm quick to criticize and slow to respond. =P Y qué Fígaro soy, por eso lo estudio.
Socialism in one sentence: when the workers control the means of production. hah.
nos vemos pronto.
unrelated: it snowed on my on my walk to work this morning. I am so, so jealous of you right now.
Porque has de saber, Sancho, si no lo sabes, que dos cosas solas incitan a amar más que otras, que son la mucha hermosura, y la buena fama, y estas dos cosas se hallan consumadamente en Dulcinea, porque ser hermosa ninguna le iguala, y en la buena fama pocas le llegan. Y para falte nada, y píntola en mi imaginación como la deseo, así en belleza otra alguna de las famosas mujeres de las edades preterítas, griega, bárbara o latina. Y diga cada uno lo que quisiere, que si por esto fuere reprehendido de los ignorantes, no seré castigado de los rigurosos. I, 25, 195.
I love the pictures, particularly the one where you're stuffed. That is just a great shot. Btw, I now have a camera of my own...so I'm gonna be taking some pics. Stay tuned on myspace :) Miss ya.
Khary
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