Apparently there comes a moment in life when you realize, “well, I guess I’m a grown up now.” I think that happened. Perhaps it’s only phase of wanting to do new things and feel more responsible. I spent the better half of rock bottom 2012 partying a lot. Not quite sure what I have to show for that other than weight gain, bad skin, lower self esteem and some embarrassing pictures that will likely come back to haunt me at some juncture. It helps when you have solid friends that share this sentiment. The first weekend of 2013 was a success for us. We said we weren’t going out past midnight anymore and we actually managed to stick to that. Though we did stay up until about 5 am once we were home, but that’s irrelevant. I’ve decided I’m not going to meet anyone worth dating at a douche club, so it’s going to be lots of new restaurants and new grocery stores. I’m even considering changing gyms for a new scene. Wait, that’s a lie. I am not sure if there’s anything I enjoy more that going out to eat with friends. 2 nights in a row my friends and I did the whole 3 hour dinner thing and it was awesome. I can’t handle the bar/club that’s so dark you can’t see if it’s a 10 or a 2 you’re talking to and I can’t risk that kind of moral hangover so I’m going to stuck to the bright restaurants. I actually ran into Kellie Ras as well and we did some whiskey sampling together. How random is that? It’s just so random that I can be living in a city this large and it’s really just so very small. Is this the case everywhere? I see a coworker, a friend I haven’t seen since I lived in LA and the one person of the opposite sex that I would prefer never to see again. All in one night, what are the chances? Good thing I looked awful;) Spending so much time during the week for this show having to try and look my best really makes me give up on the weekends. Not a good look. Some girl approached me to say hello, but instead of telling me she is a fan of the show she just says, my husband loves you. Great. Tell me more about the unavailables. Is it weird that I care a hell of a lot more about what girls think of me? I want to be relatable more that desirable. Speaking of relatable, I was so glad to learn I’m not the only one that has meltdowns in public places. I overhear a girl being consoled by someone in my gym bathroom and I was trying to get my things out of the locker and get out of their way since it seems creepy and awkward to linger, but I couldn’t help but think how much she sounds like me. I’m not sure when gym bathroom became therapy venues, but it seems like everytime I’m in there, someone is sad about a guy. It wasn’t the case this time, but usually these women are naked and talking which is hilarious to me. It’s like how much more vulnerable and intimate can we get as women? Naked, crying, heart exposed. We are all the same aren’t we though I actually tend to wear clothes when I cry…I think;) I just had to stop on my way out, grab her arm and say to her, I wasn’t eavesdropping but I totally get it and I’m sorry. Now we are Facebook friends. Oh the world we live in;)

Isn’t it funny how you can know someone so well, almost as well as you know yourself and then you go shopping with them and it’s an eye opening experience. This was the case with best friend and roommate Holly. She never shops, basically the opposite of me and man is it a process. Because of my hours, I tend to shop alone during the weekdays when I need things. She only has the weekends to do it so we headed to the very crowded mall. She tried on everything 4 times, just to make sure it’s what she wanted. I think it was the first time I went to a mall for 4 hours and didn’t buy a thing. It was actually fun though, imagine that. I think I’m going to stick to my solo-never trying on clothes approach. Just as we were beatdown to the point of no return, we decided to leave the mall. But then it happens. No one else around and an elderly Asian woman slips and falls hard right at our feet. You know that moment when you look at each other and go, oh man we are in this for the long run aren’t we? Of course we bend over to help her up but she writhing in pain and can’t stand and says we have to stay with her because she hardly speaks English. I’m not sure how we are going to translate for her, but 30 minutes later Holly and I are now witnesses to what is possible going to be a huge lawsuit against this department store. Holly and I just kept looking at each other saying, “Karma”, “2013”, “Karma”. Weird how all the other passing strangers were eyeing other like should they stay. No one wants to help people out these days, so Holly and I did it and hung out with her half an hour to write our statements and make sure she was fine. Oddly enough after some tears, she ends up standing and walking away. Was she one of those lawsuit pros? Like the people that put glass in their meal to get it for free? We may never know…