21 again, again, again again... and again.

Quick post about being 21.

Last night Chris and I headed to a Hollywood bar (which closely resembled the vampire lair in the Lost Boys) to celebrate Justin's 21st birthday. Surprisingly to an old person like me, Justin isn't the last one to turn 21 either. As I was sitting there sipping my beer and watching Justin FREAK out and fall all over himself saying the most ridiculous things, I realized it's been awhile since I've seen or been a part of someone turning 21. All of my friends have been 21 for a bit. In fact some of us continually pretend we're 21 again. And again. And again... I'm on my fourth again and come 9 months from now I'll be on the fifth again.

Because I'll be 26. It'll be nice if by this birthday I have a job that cracks 20 thou a year (depressing as it is) and an apartment that might have a bedroom but most importantly has NO roaches.

While it was fun you could tell most of the crowd that came later to this shindig had been 21 for quite awhile. Justin even mentioned that the "cool" people had left the area to sit away from him and the "losers," more affectionately known as us, had stayed. Well the losers are old. And the young ones are hip. This is what happens when you work 8-5 kids. Luckily for Justin however, he doesn't need to make a living, "Workings for people who need to live. I don't live, I'm a pokemon."

2011=My Year! Or it will suffer...

So I was home for a brilliant and large amount of time. It was glorious. Of course coming back to Los Angeles was a little difficult compounded by the fact that they tried to sit Chris and I apart while both of us were freaking out a bit (Chris doesn't like flying and I don't like leaving Chicago). As we started our final descent I woke up from my Chicago dream and was landing into reality. My job is here. My current apartment is here. And best of all my man is here (ugh the feminist inside riots, but damn if it isn't true). So in order to stay positive through all my crap here I have decided that I must must must have a better outlook here. Part of me knows that I hate so much of the things Los Angeles chooses to be because I love Chicago so much and know that my true home is there. The only problem is that I'm here for now (and likely for a little while) so I have get over it and let myself make a temporary home here. Part of that is being an "optimist." Perhaps the only optimist in Los Angeles...(who am I kidding people who are deluded are probably optimists. ZING) So I'm starting 2011 off right (even if it's a little late).

What's a good way to start of 2011 right you may ask? Why standing feet away from Jeff Garlin! Jeremiah (a friend of Chris' and I) had a show at the Comedy Store, a well know comedy club in Los Angeles. As we were driving down Sunset Blvd. the craziness of Los Angeles was a flutter. It was the night before the Golden Globes and parties were abound. Pretty women getting their car valeted and large homes full of party goers guarded by a woman with a list. There is no free parking ever in Los Angeles so Chris made us climb our way up into the mountains where the rich people live to try and find  some non problematic parking. After some random turns up large hills (it's like Riverside, IL on large hills) we found a secluded spot where my car was likely to be left alone. Once we stepped out of the car I could feel the change in the air. Literally it was like 5-10 degrees warmer. It smelled sweeter and richer and the tiny pompous white girl inside of me wanted a big house in the hills where the air was clear and I could look upon the peons below and laugh. But since I'm still a peon, Chris and I walked the long way down to the Comedy Store. After seeing some questionable outfits question my outfit (hey man I dress how I feel yo) we made it. After sneaking in the back (if I pretend to be a comedian then I can get in for free) I watched about 10 minutes of the main stage where the famous comedians do their thing. After Jeff Garlin got off he wandered to where we were standing drinking some Coronas. I wasn't ballsy enough to ask for a photo and I didn't want to look like a nerd but I touched his suit passing to go to the bathroom so I'm OK with that. And I got a free cookie and 2 cupcakes (one of which was pretty special). Sometimes living in a city full of rich celebrities is fun. Especially when cookies are involved.