Hot Distractions

I am a firm believer of taking time to wallow and then hopping right back on that bucking bronco we call dating. On the inside, I am a true romantic and I don't think that spending time sobbing over a bad relationship is going to help you in the long run of finding that person that really will blow up your skirt. (No pun intended.)

So, the BB's and I went out Friday night with the company of our honorary male member of the BB's (even though he hasn't recently gone through a breakup - we thought we'd let him look like a pimp for the night with three hot chicks on his arm). We whooped it up at Bubba Gump's on the Santa Monica pier, where we ate gross food and drank lots of good beer and even convinced the wait staff that it was Gwen's birthday so that they would sing to her and get a free dessert (that's how we roll). Here you can see Gwen feeding the cherry from the free dessert to our waitor, Blaine or Blair or Buffy or something. Good times.

Next Steph and Matt abandoned Gwen and I to pursue other interests (besides going to the Main Street bars) so then there were two. We ended up at an Irish bar where we proceeded to run around the bar pinching guy's butts as a competition of who could get away with the most. When we were confronted, we pretended to be from Sweden and didn't speako englisho. It worked on a bunch of people, but, then we were confronted by, who I would like to call, Eye Candy (EC) and his brother. The Swedish act didn't fly - dang. We were captured. We had been called out.

Luckily, EC and bro were funny as all hell, so, we all decided, just moments after meeting, to hit the bowling lanes for some midnight bowling. Yah, you heard me. Bowling. And it was crazy fun. It was all pimped out with blacklights and flourescent balls and good music (none of the Johnny Cash crap - sorry). After wowing the audience with a strike on my first throw, I proceeded to slip and fall twice which is always cool when you're hanging out with EC. But Gwen took the biggest header. Somehow, the stars all aligned, and her ball got stuck in the gutter right at the end of the lane so the whole thing was jammed. In all our brilliance, we decided it best that she run down the lane to the end and pry the ball out of the gutter. BAD IDEA. When she got down to the end, she slipped and fell and at that very moment the pin arranger thingy decided to come down and clomp her on the leg. It left a nasty bruise, but, made for a great memory. An added bonus for the bowling - did you know that now, when you rent shoes, you get a free pair of brand new socks - and you get to keep them?! Sweetness. Gwen and I wore our new socks home - bruises and all - it was quite the fashion statement.

Now, I'm sure at this point you're asking: RACHEL, DID YOU GET HIS PHONE NUMBER?? And the answer is no... He got mine! And, for some weird strange reason, he USED it. Unbelievable, I know. But, again, that's how I roll. (Quite literally I guess.) But, before I get too ahead of myself, let's just see what transpires.

All I know is this: watch out LA, Rachel's baaaack.