So, when I first started this blog before I left, one of my coworkers told me that she was just 'concerned' that I wasn't going to keep up with it. I assured her that I would.. and I let her down.
So much shit has happened since I moved to Los Angeles. It has been absolutely life changing in so many ways. All the shit I have gotten myself into is the stuff books are made of I will tell you this.
In a way not getting in to anesthesia school...yet again.. is a blessing. I just found out last week so it took a minute to set in. I could not be happier to be staying in LA. The thought of moving back to Birmingham and starting grad school in January kinda makes me want to vomit. Next year will be mass application year. I will probably be applying to like 10 schools and seeing what happens. I almost don't even want to go. My cousin has this awesome job and she says they are always needing people on the West Coast, so who knows what the future holds.
Two weekends ago was Gay Pride in WeHo. Words cannot describe. I'm thankful that I have made some true friends here that would put up with my crazy shenanigans. Those of you that have had the pleasure/tragedy of dealing with me during these times know what I'm talking about. The weekend was filled with sushi, vodka, and friends... oh wait, and BOYS.
Recovery day (Monday) was spent with an awesome friend at the pool. I went and grabbed some sushi... literally with my sunglasses on the whole entire time because my head was POUNDING. It was either the thump thump of my heart and dehydrated cardiovascular system or the thump thump of the gay bars still in my head. Reguardless, I force fed myself then high tailed it over to her condo. We walked her sweet puppy then sprawled out in the sunlight to detox. We basically covered everything in conversation... the weekend... I was still having flash backs, life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. It was perfect and just what the doctor ordered. I still owe her and her girlfriend dinner for my behavior.
So what to do now. The thought of moving across the country to take an assignment is not an option. Those damn boxes will haunt me for the rest of my life. And the drive can suck it... by far the most painful three days of my life. However, should anyone be contemplating moving... just break it up. I literally drove 2200 miles in three days. I have two awesome straight roommates in a great apartment in West Hollywood. They have basically adopted me as their little brother and screen all my dates when they come over. Not like the gayborhood WeHo, but close enough I can walk. Which is true for most of WeHo. It is literally the only place in Los Angeles where you can walk to everything if you desire. Trust, I've done my research. So I keep extending at Kaiser until my 'plans' are somewhat concrete. (More to come about that later) Southern California has become my home.
I promise to do better with my blogging and recounts of my crazy life in SoCal.
The Abbey on Sunday after the Parade!
Before the Parade at Kitchen 24. A much needed Bloody Mary X's 3!
This Morning (Well, my morning 6pm) before my Starbucks kicked in!
