College roommie Diana is in town for a week on business-related matters, and we’d planned to hit up Sushi Wasabi for a super duper yummirific expensive meal, but when I called to make reservations on Friday, I got a pre-recorded message that said they were under construction or something like that until June 14. “Oh yeah!” James said when I cried to him via IM, “I remember seeing that notice posted when I took Vanessa there. He’s on vacation in Japan.” So instead, I drove up to LA, collected my former college roommate, then we headed to Killer Shrimp in Marina Del Ray. I made sure to work out really hard before going because I knew I was going to suck up a lo-hot of buttery Cajun sauce on French bread with the big shrimp. And I did. Every available drop. Afterwards, at the recommendation of the hostess, we drove a few miles away to a local hoppin’ street and dropped in on a few bars and clubs. We didn’t actually go clubbing, but she and I were simply walking down the sidewalk when the corporeal bouncer waved us over and offered us free entry all night. It was hip hop night, so we figured we may as well get stamped just in case. It was a small club but very cool, with exotic burgundy chiffon swags draped in dramatic Middle Eastern decor. Think “Arabian Nights.” I believe this club is called “Mor”? We got to catch up over a few drinks at another bar that had an outdoor patio lounge area with light-lined trees, a separate indoor-patio stone wall, walk and fireplace section where we sat, and a swanky long indoor bar area. I think this place was called “World” something. (I’m sure Diana would have the information on her blog post.) The unlimited-entry stamps on our wrists for the club came in handy before we left for home, as we breezed through the club to use their restroom. While in there, Diana noted a publicity poster advertising a new book that’s somehow related to Greg Behrendt’s best-selling self-help book, He’s Just Not That Into You, and a blonde stranger in the restroom suddenly turned to us and insisted she “had to” tell us a story about that book. Apparently, her husband came back one day and gave that book to her. She has no idea to this day what he meant by that gesture, but they’re divorced now.

3 – drinks consumed between the two of us at the nice “World” bar
325 – pounds on the woman sitting behind Diana who was loud and drunk and dropped her drink, shattering the glass
11:48 – pm turning to go onto the freeway to return Diana to her hotel
3 – number of lanes on the section of freeway we were on
1 – number of lanes available, as the two RIGHT lanes were coned off for “construction” that we never saw, such that we could not even exit the freeway
0-1 – mph of the entire length of freeway before we were able to get off 4 exits down and 50 minutes later
3 – number of car accidents on the freeway we were on contributing to the Sig Alert caused by invisible construction
1:10 – am arrival time at Diana’s hotel
16 – miles traveled between 11:48p and 1:10a
5 – hours spent hanging out
2 – hours of which were in my car
2 – am arrival time back to Mr. W’s
100 – percent chance we’d do it again and enjoy it all