Had a little thingy to do in LA on Monday so I flew down Sunday morning for an action-packed funner than fun twenty-four hours in Santa Monica with Alyssa. We rode bikes in the summer-in-October sun (it was damn near 90), noshed on a feast of tacos and things and sipped spicy, sweet, strawberry jalapeno Margs (or I did, Alyssa and tequila don’t play nice). We checked out the uber trendy Bungalow at the Fairmont Hotel and people-watched the mating scenes of young bar goers in snakeskin high heels and fake eyelashes on a Sunday afternoon.
Naked ladies in boots on skateboards with badly tattooed boyfriends…Venice Beach, gotta love it.Blue plate specials at Blue Plate Taco.
Sweet and spicy.
We donned high heels and party dresses (no fake eyelashes) for the Halloween episode premiere party of The Simpson. Played poker and Plinko and an assortment of “The Price Is Right” party games, got our fortune’s told by a psychic in white face paint and a feathered hat and ended the night doing silks in a house filled with Emmys. What did you do on Sunday?
Alyssa and I were all excited to play Black Jack and half way through (after bets and what not) we realized we were at the Texas Hold ’em table. SMRT…How’s that for a poker face?late night silks, we’ve had lamer Sundays.