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California Dreamin…
It started with a quick trip to LA by myself to clear my mind and visit an old college friend. It was also a time for me to figure out if my new relationship was something I wanted to stay in or not. He, a total sweetheart, everything you would want on a checklist. He wanted me to meet his family and I was at the point that I wanted to hide under my bed at the thought of our coming out as a couple. My heart just wasn’t completely in it. So in order to think and just have some me time I hoped on the plane strangely enough sat behind Ms. Activia Fish called Wanda. Six hours later still confused my digestion was definitely happening but not because of Ms. Activia but because of all the agita and perhaps the three glasses of cheap red wine and warm nuts. My girlfriend picked me up and I headed straight to her house for a hot shower and fresh clothes. We headed out to Abott Kinney a cool hipster area in Venice Beach. I had some of the best duck sausage pizza ever at Gjelinas. As we perused the street we walked past the coolest medical marijuana joint. I wanted to go in so bad to check it out but froze at the door and just peeked in like a total wuss. Instead opting for a fleur de sol cookie at M street Kitchen in Santa Monica. Which if I smoked the medical marijuana would probably have been the most amazing munchies late night snack. The next couple days in LA were filled with a movie screening at Soho House, lots of girl talk , a run in with paparazzi over a certain High School Musical star, Soul Cycled with the mother of all little monsters, made it on the set of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and got to see M WORLD PEACE rock out at Staples from the best box in the house.
We ate so good. Went hard on the pressed Juicery, Katsuya sushi and downed a shit ton of good red wine. Short and sweet the few days were gone. I was sad to leave but knew it was time to get back and deal with my situation at home. Even with the damn tail winds the five hour flight home was long and I kept staring at mine and every gay mans wet dream Chaz Bono who sat but mostly slept in the seat next to me. Thinking how brave he was to come out and endure the transformation. If Chaz could be brave I can surely figure out how to dip out peacefully and amicably from a short relationship.
I got home tired and still in my plane clothes some cute skinny jeans, Dior thigh high boots and a navy blue J crew tee. My best girlfriend came over to sort through my unsettled feelings of my break up and like clock work my chef rebound showed up on my doorstep precisely the moment I needed him. He’s like some kind of a mind reader every time I break up with someone he just appears. I opened the door and there he stood In his best washed out I don’t care and probably wore this t-shirt to bed last night paired with some grey hipster type jeans. We ordered in local Grove Confucio Express Chinese but a couple hours later got hungry again and he cooked his cute ass off. Finally after a year of asking him for a meal in my house I got my official demo. It was pretty damn amazing he was able to pull stuff out of my fridge mix together a bunch of spices and just like that bon apetit. We talked, drank, laughed till the early hours in the morning about relationships, nonsense, and each other. I was sad to see him go but glad he came.
The next day I lied on my terrace over looking beautiful Biscayne Bay pretty sure I made the right decision with my relationship and with that C’est la vie to my comfortable winter blanket of an ex boyfriend and hello to fierce Danny Zuko style summer lovin if you even do exist.
