A feeble attempt at the pursuit of happiness...

After driving cross-country, landing up in SoCal and figuring out that Long Beach was the best town for us, we started a new chapter in a much better climate.

I always imagined myself with a big ass hoop nose ring, dyed red hair and possibly a sleeve tattoo if I ever got out of the lame hotel biz.  I even took guitar lessons just to validate the idea that I'm much better suited to be in a band that in well, a suit.   Unfortunately, after interviewing I couldn't help but get sucked back into the world of grey, black and navy blue suits.  I landed yet another sales gig at a gorgeous hotel. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, it's run by a bunch of crazy-a$$ chinese people.  Coming from a company that pretends really hard to give a sh*t about you, to a company that flat out says shit like " Go!! You sell now!!!" is touuuuggggh.  Making money for people you loathe is damn near impossible.  Especially without the dyed-red hair, sleeve tattoo and piercing. *sigh*

If I had balls, I would quit.  If i wasn't addicted to very expensive food and Lancome products I would be working at the Viper Room right now.  I'm such a f*ing sell out.

Ok, ok, I'm bloggin'

Wow - I've been in LA for 9 months now! 9 Months!!! Discovering a city that you NEVER thought you'd live in is pretty cool. I remember coming here for my girl Anj's bachelorette. We all rolled up to LA thinking we were going to party it up chicago-style. Um, no.  All the bars closed at 1am. Furthermore, you couldn't do sh*t without driving EVERYWHERE. We came back to the hotel pretty defeated each night. Hammered, but defeated. I vowed I would never live in a city that did not believe in the 4am liquor license.

Fast forward a decade later! Chicago got boring. Great town, but how many Irish bars can a gal get kicked out of before it's time to move on? Plus, most of the fun people had moved on anyway and the people I love that were in the city were either broke or busy.  Man, everyone was broke.  And this is in a city that still had $1 beer specials!!

Packing up all my sh*t sucked. Leaving my awesome job and awesome friends behind sucked.  Peacing out on my condo was easy.  I never want to own anything again! Owning sucks!