A night out on La Cienga. Oh my.

I sit here once again dehydrated from the previous night's adventures, and while I should consume water and more water and more water, of course I turn to my new coffee addiction called "Wake up call," from the coffee and juice joint next door. Supposedly it's healthier for me, since they use cocoa protein powder vs. that sugary Starbucks delicious syrup, but either way it's not conquering my poor thirst. I need to wake up first.

Last night was quite an adventure. My my, that seems to be such a ritual lately. Plans of happy hour which turn into a night of bar hopping fun. Last night I went out with my friend M to the Belmont on La Cienga. These are my thoughts in the Belmont; awesome food, strong drinks, nice patio seating, good happy hour selection, ...annoying industry people with cigarettes and blackberries in hand. My god, can you go anywhere in LA without over-hearing annoying industry chit chat and people with their blackberries on their lap? The answer is; not really. I get it, trust me I get it, but the thing I will never transform into is one of those jaded, obnoxious blackberry, over-loud talking film or music people. I do what I do, but I really try hard not to bring it with me everywhere I go, especially on my personal time. So anyways, my friend and I enjoy our strong flavored cocktails, sweet potato fries, tuna tartare and artichoke, while talking away and gossiping about the life that never changes at camp S-NY, and taking in the second hand smoke around us. We try to tune out but listen to the wanna be "young hollywood stars" next to us talk about their walk on roles on CSI and the new 90210 (which I have issues with already). They sit there (two guys, not girls) drinking an Amstel light and eating a delicious ahi tuna salad. I couldn't help to think they really wanted the burger, onion rings, and Newcastle, but of course they had to watch their boyish figs.
So after an hour and half at the bar, our waitress reminded us we were sitting at a "reserved" table. Although no one came up to claim it, but luckily we were done and decided to go next door to check out STK.

STK. A place I drive by daily but have failed to go to do to the long lines and hype outside. Since it was early we decided to go have a drink at the bar, and check it out. Much to my surprise, the place wasn't super busy yet and we took a seat in the bar area which had a strong curious "basil" scent in the room. It only took about 10 minutes for the size zero, perfectly portioned waitress, to walk by us three times and regret to ask us what we wanted. So of course I stood up to go to the bar and order and she came back to us. My goodness, we only wanted A drink. While the place was cool and I loved the decor, and would want to try the food on a "business meeting" adventure, I was really annoyed with the service staff. Not only did they try to put on this sleek attitude, ALL of them looked like they were hand picked out of Calvin Klein modeling show to work for STK. Talk about equal opportunity employment? Umm yeah, that doesn't exist at STK. I was quite jealous though of our waitress who was about to get a phat tip for the night, as she sat there waiting and helping on the 4 owners of the restaurant. It was funny to see her smirk and flirt away with a rich 55 year old men. At least she made $500 bucks from one table.

So after a drink which cost $15 a pop!, we decided to go across the street to one of my favorite spots The Spanish Kitchen. Hooray for free chips and salsa, awesome sangria and cool, chill, people. My friend and I continued to bond over many stories that were much needed in catching each other up. I vented to her about what kind of man I really want and made fun of past dating prospects. It was quite hilarious. Soon after, as I make friends with the bar tender for a free shot (I have to admit I'm good at that!), we realize we both have to function (today), and head out for the night. But don't worry Oscar the bartender - we will be back for Taco Tuesday!

We make the long journey of a walk back to our cars. I say journey because of course we pass Koi and Area, with every look - a - like and D lister outside and tons of paparazzi just loitering around waiting to hopefully catch that next shot of Lindsey and Sam. Leave them alone! They just want some dinner! Walking by all this, I started blurting out loud to my friend reminding her why I want to leave LA and journey on up to the Bay. So I don't have to deal with all this commotion...ever. My god, it's really getting to me these days. May 09 needs to come sooner than later.

Anyways, I had a pretty fun and eventful night. I thought I would ramble about it on here, so I can put off doing any type of real work for the time being. I'm very much looking forward to the OC Octoberfest on Saturday. I plan on getting my German on.

xo.