bloggin' it up.

Last night sitting at the Cha Cha with Ahe I had the worst case of deja vu EVER. And it had to do with the fact that I was talking about my job, looking at this pretty, somewhat new face, and wearing an uber-lowcut shirt and being all self-conscious about it. Like, I seriously had dreamt that situation before.

Anyway.

I spent this last weekend in LA. Eschewed the whole Hollywood "wait too long for overpriced drinks; get wasted and stay out late" routine and just hung out with my rep friends from Seattle who were also down there. I worked a lot and ate even more. Friday night we went for Japanese food, and ordered an assload of stuff:

• yakitori
• edamame
• chicken sausages
• ebi fry
• a whole fried fish (which I ate the tongue out of)
• daikon and fish salad
• cod and daikon in fish broth
• a tiny fish fried so much the texture resembled a potato chip
• so much sashimi
  

Essentially, lots of daikon and fish. So effing good. I love going to eat with those guys because I don't even open the menu, they just spew out all this nonsense at the waitress and then the food starts flowing. Awesome. I also ate my weight in Greek food (mmmmm, bechamel) at this taverna in Malibu that looked exactly like the restaurant I ate at a few times in Greece. Then Brazilian food at the Diesel showroom, which included chicken broquettes (which are the devil incarnate, and by that I mean chicken breast wrapped with bacon served with gorgonzola cream sauce) and a yummy salad with more gorgonzola and prawns. So much food the whole time I was there. I even ate a Six Dollar burger from Carl's Jr. which was AMAZING. Sunday night I ended up at a barbeque being thrown by WE, which is a Swedish clothing line. On two separate occasions, when introducing myself to the Swedes and telling them where I was from, they would exclaim, "Oh! Seattle! Grunge city!" Except, grunge was over like 10 years ago. But it's all these guys kept talking about. The owner of the company also asked me to try to recruit Krist Novoselic as a spokesmodel for the line. You know, 'cause I run into him all the time. Crazy Swedes.

In other news, Red Eye is not a good movie. Ahe can attest. The four shots and six drinks before the movie, on the other hand, made it much more bearable. Tonight we give The Skeleton Key a try.