So I know it has been
awhile since I wrote a blog. I
know, I know... I fail. I was
going to blog every day of the drive but let’s face it… all I did was drive!
All day for three effing days! It was beyond painful. If I decide to go back to Alabama I will definitely be
taking three months assignments all the way back, HaHa!
Day 1: Was a rather
emotional day. I played my book on
tape and talked to friends the whole time, which really helped. My mom and dad also called a few times. I even ‘reconnected’ with a friend
after he read one of my facebook posts.
He was like, “wtf…where are you going?!” So we chatted the whole
time. After driving to the other
side of Oklahoma City I was exhausted! Naturally, in OKC there was a humungous
Fair of some kind and every hotel within a 25 mile radius was booked! It was
9pm… I had been up since 5am, driving since 7am. Thought I was going to die. I finally called a Hilton and guess what? They had a room! There is always a
catch… It was a smoking room and was $192 for the night. I mean really? Luckily it was right
next to a liquor store so me, my bottle of Tito’s vodka, and a diet Dr. Pepper
went to my room. It wasn’t so bad
until I woke up with a smokers cough.
Day 2: would you think
my $192 room would have a complimentary breakfast because I totally would? Umm no! I guess since Paris doesn’t eat
she thinks other people shouldn’t either.
I downed a Spark and a meal replacement shake and took off. I wasn’t as emotional but I was
lonely. I somehow made friends
with the cars beside me. We all
drove the same speed, which was like 75 mph, which helped and flew through the
Midwest. I finally stopped at a
subway… ate a salad and kept going. Painful. Painful. I talked
to my friend who was also moving and it made me sad. We’ve never been so far apart before. I found a hotel in Flagstaff and
Urbanspooned the nearest sushi place.
Luckily the highest rated one was like 0.6 miles from me. I had a nice little drink while I got
ready…got semi dressy and went to stuff my face. I literally ordered 28-30 pieces (I had a picture…but
recently lost my phone-explanation to follow.) and a martini. It was absolutely fabulous. I sat at the bar and way playing on my
phone paying no attention to the people around me. A guy 1 seat down from me got my attention after I had
finished eating my outrageous amount of sushi and was finishing my drink. He said “OMG (Yes he said OMG) I can’t
believe someone so small ate that much food!” I was like, “Ummm… thanks I
guess.” He laughed, I laughed. We had a moment. He bought me another drink and we talked until the
restaurant was closing. Don’t let
me fool you… it was like 45 minutes haha.
However, I would like to thank that mystery Mid-twenty-something businessman
for the conversation. It was just
what I needed.
Day 3: With a semi
hangover I went down to the lobby of my Hampton Inn around 7:45am to the smells
of a complimentary hot breakfast.
Effing amazing. I ate my
body weight once again for the second time in 12 hours. Eggs, bacon, and sausage. It was Paleo and I was thrilled because
by now I’m wasting away.
Legit. Wasting away. I drove and drove through the not fun
place of Arizona. Flying
towards the state line of California I didn’t even contemplate the idea of
stopping at the Grand Canyon or driving to Vegas. WTF I wanted to be in LA more then anything. So I drove and then…my book on tape
ended. And I had no more for like
6 hours. And I had crappy
service. Then I really thought I
was going to die. It was in the
San Fernando Valley that it hit me… I was so far from home, my two best friends
were soooo far from me…one literally on the other side of the country and the
other in Birmingham, and I was in LA freeway traffic! Luckily traffic moved
wonderfully.
I was on North Kingsley
Street before I knew it. I pulled
into my units labeled parking place, turned my car off, and sat there…. I don’t
think I sat and stared for long but it was a minute. It took me forever to figure out which key unlocked which
lock… in LA each lock has a different key. I have an outer iron screen door, and then a ‘door’ door
with two locks. Once in I was
pleasantly surprised that the apartment was exactly like what it was when the
owner and I Skyped. This was one
of my many fears… that I was getting scammed. But I wasn’t… it was crazy. Still didn’t stop me from having another moment in the
kitchen before I toured the rest of the condo.
I love it. I take a pic. Call my mom and dad. Text
pics to a few friends then start to unload my car.
Unloading my car wasn’t
near as easy with just me. Actually
it was painful…just because I dropped a gigantic box on my toe. And still being paranoid and new
to LA I locked all three locks every time I left the place to get more. I pulled out my iphone (R.I.P.) and downloaded
an app for WEHO. Yes, West
Hollywood has its own gay app. It tells
you everything from gay happy hours; to gay coffee shops…you get the
picture. So I looked to see what
was going on, made my bed, showered and changed clothes.
It was Sunday and found a place to have
a snack and a happy hour margarita… ok maybe 2… 3 at the most. Then walked to another bar. Met some guys that were super
nice. I got their attention when I
ordered my drink. The cuter of the
three said ‘Lord Child, where are you from?’ I said Alabama and that sparked a
whole conversation. They admitted
my accent wasn’t as bad as they thought someone from Alabama’s would be and I admitted
they weren’t as stuck up and rude as I thought people from LA would be. When I decided to call it a night one
of the guys walked me the one block to my car….being from Alabama he didn’t know
if I would get scared. I pretended
he did me a wonderful favor and gave him my number.
When I got back home the
stress of all my clothes being in boxes caught up with me. So naturally, I made myself another
drink and watched TV. Then went to
bed… boxes untouched.
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