This is going to be a very long post, because what happened in the past two days has been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. And if you know me, I already am pretty moody, so I'm going to explain this really well to try to get you to empathise with me.
So let's start with where we left off. Thursday night and my clubbing escapade. I was wanting to go to Tigerheat for a while, but I had no one to go with. To be honest, I have no shame in going by myself though (only when I'm on holiday, I would never go out alone at home). I was just randomly on Grindr and this guy popped up to me saying he works in another hostel and that he was going with 2 friends to Tigerheat tonight. How convenient! Of course, I jumped on that opportunity. And I met them. Ok, let's explain those 3 - Grindr dude, blonde dude, fat dude. That's how we're going to explain them. The event was going to be a whole new nightclub opening on Hollywood and Highland in the shopping center (how cool is that). We waited in line and I was eyeing out blonde guy the entire time, but fat guy was eyeing him out too. I think you can see where this is going. I mean I already called him fat? We were waiting in line for like 15-20 minutes with people saying CASH ONLY, CASH ONLY. So... you'd think some idiots would get the fucking point. We reach the cashier, and fat guy only had card. You fucking idiot. You had like 20 minutes in that long ass line to get cash out, he even went to buy cigarettes. I was the only person with extra cash. Fuck, honestly, this is why I have trust issues with people! I fucking paid for him, not out of want, but out of forceability.
"I'll buy you a drink when we get inside."
"No, you're buying me two."
I had to stand up for myself. Entry was $12 each. I'm a lonesome traveller for crying out loud.
We entered the club and he bought a drink and we all entered the dancefloor. While he was flirting so bad with blonde guy (who I already knew wasn't interested in me), I snatched the drink off his hand.
"That's a vodka soda."
I proceeded to skull the entire drink.
"Done."
I'm actually such a cunt. But I love it. The same thing happened when he bought another drink, so I guess it evened out his entry fee, but I wasn't going to drink anyway.. I was getting moderately pissed off, not because I had lost this gorgeous, beautiful and muscular blonde guy to this fat, pretentious blob of shit. No. I'm fat, but at least I'm not pretentious! I was more mad at the fact that these two were hacking on like two flaming galah's and me and Grindr dude were trying hard to move around and hook up with all the cute guys in the club. You see, I get over hot guys easily when they're fucking stupid as fuck.
It was 12:30, I had 1.5 hours to find someone. The club was going to close at 2am. So fucking early. Basically I ended up meeting all their friends, who are nice and Grindr dude found someone - tall blonde guy who was with a friend we shall call 'designer singlet dude'. Grindr dude kept talking to tall blonde guy and I was semi interested in designer singlet dude.
Pretty much, I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Everyone are fucking cunts. There was ONE person that had to back out of the ride home. For fuck sake. No one else freaking volunteered and Grindr dude didn't even say bye to me. Maybe I'm the ungrateful one, hey? I was in such a shitty mood. I had put myself out there, and I didn't get with anyone. I felt ugly and horrible and cunty. I was thinking "What's wrong with me? Am I really that ugly?". Honestly, I started crying. I wasn't just crying though, I started hysterically bawling walking down Hollywood Blvd alone getting back to the hostel. I started thinking, "this wouldn't have happened at home", I started missing my family and friends. "I miss my mum. My parents are right, I shouldn't go out so much." I reached the hostel and cried myself to sleep. Great night, hey.
Now let's move on to the real Day 19 - Friday.
I woke up already in a shitty mood. Every motherfucker was taking their sweet ass time in the toilet. I'm so sick of them, they're annoying as fuck. These two Australian girls in my room take so fucking long in the toilet and always need it. Always. I got my revenge anyway, I used their brush and hair dryer.
Hold on, let's take a break while I write this. I'm writing this outside in the patio right now and this fucking 40 year old Australian guy is fucking creepy as fuck. I don't even know why he's here. He's all like "you're like the same age as my son. Whats the fascination with tattoos? My wife was..." bla bla bla shut the fuck up. You're like nearly 50 trying to mingle with young adults and you wear the same clothes everyday. Shut up. Don't talk to me. Ok I'm done with that random conversational tangent.
Ok anyway, I got up, saw Joyce and told her everything about my shitty fucking night. She sympathised with me, and we decided to go to Universal Studios today. The freaky German guy kept asking us what we're doing today..
"We don't know yet."
If we said what we were doing, this cunt would invite himself. Ugh. Old people.
It was going to cost $80 to go to Universal Studios. I didn't want to spend that, but Joyce really wanted to go. I feel like Joyce is like my older sister so I wanted her to go. We did a Studio Tour which takes us through different studios and sets, saw a stunt Water show, and did many rides. The Jurassic Park ride got us all ridiculously wet, but it was great. We also did the Mummy ride which was my favourite. I wasn't expecting it to be so crazy. I'm not really a rides person, I was yelling like a little pussy and Joyce was laughing. We went to a horror house and Joyce was like laughing at all the things that would pop out. We took photos with many characters, and I had pasta for lunch - Grilled Chicken Alfredo Pasta. It was okay, a bit overpriced though. I also bought candy because I was just so in the mood. We took photos with the minions, who were noticeably shorter than me. Joyce wondered, "is it a child in there or a dwarf?". It was actually a very good question, and I wondered "I could so be a minion!". Maybe if I were to move to LA I could dress up as a minion, hahaha. I was getting in a better mood because I was with Joyce. I'm getting really close with her. She's a great girl.
We got home and I wasn't sure if I was to meet with some Australians that I met in New Orleans, but I ended up not meeting with them because they're staying in Santa Monica. Me, Reese and Joyce went out for dinner and we tried the Indian place not far from our place. They both got curries and I got two samosas because I don't like eating too much before I go out, I get heaps bloated. But it was delicious. Reese was a gentleman as well paying for my naan bread.
We went back to the hostel and sorted out my proposition for us to go to Vegas together and book a hotel. We booked 3 days, 2 nights at The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. I'm so excited! We're going to get the bus together and they know that I'm going to Britney on the Saturday.
Joyce (in her cute little French accent): "Just saying to you guys if you (points to Reese) bring a girl or if you (points to me) bring a guy, you must let me know and you must not do it".
Oh bless you Joyce!
Oh, here comes the German guy again, "Are you guys going to Vegas?"
"No."
I started to get ready to go out, and asked Joyce "Do I look slutty enough?"
"Yes."
Yay!! We all stayed outside a bit and talked to the 3 hot Aussies. Oh my god, I want to fuck them all so bad. They can inject me with heroin and fuck me! I haven't seen Peter in ages, and Jerry said that he's sick. Poor thing, I don't think I'l be able to say goodbye to him.
Ok wait again another conversational tangent. There's this really hot like German guy in front of me with an orange polo shirt with beautiful hair and leg hair named Patrick. Ugh, I'm just so fucking sexual on this trip, it's so bad.
Ok back to the day.
The Australian chick in my room had won tickets to see The Book of Mormon and she came back at that time and telling us she had met Gwen Stefani. I can't tell if this girl is bitchy or nice.. But they leave tomorrow anyway. So it's all good.
I had a nap and woke up at 11:00. Did I really want to go out? I was so fucking tired... And the guy I was supposed to go out with (another dude from Grindr), but we'll call him Santa Monica Grindr dude ditched me.. I was going to be alone.. What do I do? Australia girl suggested I just go and that they idea of being alone in the nightclub will fade after a while. The thing was to put yourself out there. She was right.
I installed this app called Lyft which is sort of like Uber back home, and is cheaper than a taxi. I got that to West Hollywood where I partied at a nightclub. I was waiting in the queue and some guy was promoting his club with a speaker blasting like black twerk music and nek minnit, you see a massive Elmo twerking on Cookie Monster with his hands behind his head, hahaha. I waited in the queue and noticed something... It was Asian night. It's not a racist thing but I don't really like hooking up with Asians. But hey, I was already here, and I told myself there could be hot ones. Which honestly there actually were hot Asians or halfies. I paid $20 (steep) and entered the club.
What happened was amazing and I'm so glad I went.
Yes, there were a lot of Asians but the music was great. They would play normal songs like Summertime Sadness or Work Bitch and classics like The Pussycat Dolls, and then there was K-Pop, understandably because it was Asian night. I used to be obsessed with K-Pop, but totally got over it. But I sort of got into it again when I heard the very house-like beats.
And then I met Nick. It took me a while to put myself out there on the dancefloor, but I did and started dancing and saw him near me. I put myself out there. I said to him, "You are gorgeous." and he said "You are too." and then we started dancing. He was gorgeous and white, which stood out for me in a crowd of Asians, hahaha. We went outside and started talking, he was studying at UCLA like microscience or micromedicine, something like that. He was like freshly 18, for like a month. We started talking about LA and the nightlife and school and all that sort of stuff. We went back to dance and Work Bitch came on. If you know me, you know that I fucking love that song. And whenever it comes on, wherever I am, I film it. Hahaha, it's my jam. Yeah so we continued dancing and then bam. We were hooking up. He was telling me he was Italian and that I was so cute. Oh my god, this guy is perfect. He then had to go back to his dorm because something had come up. We exchanged numbers and he said I might be seeing him during the week or we might go clubbing during the week. He kept telling me "How do you keep so in shape?" HAHAH WHAT?! I was like "I'm so not in shape, I had In n Out burger the other day?" He was like "Do you starve? What's your secret?"... "No.. I just wear really tight skinny jeans, haha". I can't believe someone thinks I'm skinny! Ok that was the first guy. Here comes the slut list..
The next guy was this white guy with a checkered shirt. He was tall and muscular and I wasn't expecting him to dance with me. Funny thing though, he started grinding on me. In my head I was like "omg no! I should be grinding on him." He turned around. Bam. We hooked up. Oh wow, this was so so interesting. I still missed Nick though. But meh, I'm on vacation bitch I can hook up with as many guys as I want! Then it was my turn to grind on him. It was good. and he started kissing my neck. Yay I wanted a hickey. Ok and then checkered shirt left to "find his friend". Okay, that's fine I wanted to move on!
Next guy. Colombian guy. What is with me and Colombians? Hahaha. He was so hot and muscular and I was grabbing his dick and he was like so hard. I started twerking on him and hooking up with him, lmao.. I was willing to go home with this guy. He started telling me he was going to fuck me and all this other shit. Yeah ok. He started getting really pushy and was like putting his hand like not just down my pants but like on my ass but not just on my ass like near my hole. Ummmmmmm, yeah ok probably too much information but if you can't handle it then fuck off. He was like "let's go back to my place, I'll fuck you bareback and cum in your ass." No thanks. Safe only.. I left him, I wasn't into someone who would have unsafe sex with me.
Next guy. Latino guy. I don't know what type of Latino he was but he was gorgeous. He approached me and talked about his tattoos and showed me (because mine were on display with my slutty outfit).. His tattoos were so great. He had like a trail of feathers and stars sort of things going up his V up to his ribs and some were like shaded in and some weren't. It was a great tattoo. But last night I got a lot of compliments of my tattoos anyway, especially my marriage equality tattoo - the one I'm proudest of the most. We were hooking up and he was really great and gentle kisser, with his studded snapback.
The club was legit about to close. I asked for my Lyft back and got home at like 4:30. I'm waiting on the patio right now about to meet my aunt from Orange County who is going to take me around.
I'm a bit mad about my budget lately, especially since I booked for Vegas. But I'm getting my mastercard today with my overdraft, so I think I should have enough. I just have to stop eating.
Budget (including the Thursday night):
$24 - Club on Thursday
$80 - Universal
$9 - Pasta
$4 - Indian food
$4 - Candy
$27 - Lyft Taxi
$20 - Club on Friday
= $168.
I keep telling myself it makes up for the like $20 I paid on Thursday, but oh well.
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