They say that you’re either a New York person, or an L.A. person. I’m going to go ahead and venture that I’m a NYC gal, but in the interest of science (and proving myself right), I have booked my first-ever trip to Tinsel Town. After all the stories of how every girl out there is thin, blonde, tan, tall, and model/actress-gorgeous, I’m kind of afraid of feeling like an ugly duckling out there. I’m cute enough, don’t get me wrong, but there’s east coast cute, and there’s west coast cute. A scotch-irish curly-haired brunette who could stand to hit the treadmill a couple times more a week? seems as though I will stick out like a sore thumb. BUT my GBF (gay boyfriend) is out there, and I haven’t seen him in almost two years- I can’t go much longer without sitting on a patio next to him, sipping on margaritas, and making fun of everyone that walks by. Even if they are prettier than me. And T will definitely insist that they’re not, because he’s a good GBF like that. 
Pics will be in order… this is only my third time out to the west coast (I did a familial RV trip to the Grand Canyon and such, and went with a boyfriend for a couple days to Monterrey while he was at racing school at Laguna Seca.) Both were years ago, and neither really allowed me to immerse myself into the west coast culture (i.e. nightlife), especially that of SoCal. I am intrigued…
I’m going to try not to be influenced by Laguna Beach, the Hills, Sunset Tan, and the like. I’m guessing these shows are (obviously) not representative of the normal population, like my honey T, who is a personal assistant to a producer, works 70+ hours a week for next to nothing and only now, after a year and a half, has managed to find a normal living situation that he can almost afford. (Think sleeping on couches of friends with raging coke addict boyfriends, living with an elderly woman who occasionally leaves feces around the apartment, and a (noisy) roommate who sleeps with an average of 10 different men a week.) T definitely hasn’t had the easiest time since he got out there, which is the reason that it’s been almost 2 years since I’ve seen him (it’s hard to visit someone who barely has a place to sleep, never mind an actual room of their own.)
At the same time, I’ve heard so much about how fake everyone is out there- that they’re too busy brown nosing everything in sight, thinking only of the possibilities of fame and “discovery”- that no one is real. (“You’re so money, baby, you don’t even know it…“) I have a feeling that I’m going to be extremely relieved to come back to the cold, abrupt, honest, fast-paced world of the east coast. Nevertheless, I am excited!!! to see my baby, and experience that which is West Hollywood at the same time. Yay for adventures!
(This, btw, is my “May Excursion.”)
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