How thirsty is too thirsty?

Well it is Monday everyone and you know what that means: the weekend is over and I hope everyone has some fun stories to tell! As for me, Friday night was definitely memorable, and I am going to share it with all of you.

I am not sure how familiar all of you are with the clubs of Hollywood but there is one called Supperclub and it has always shown me a good time. So on Friday night me and my girlfriends decide we want to go out and I text some friends of mine that are promoters and they make it happen. We meet up with them at their MANSION of a house (not even joking it was huge) and we pile in their car heading to Hollywood Blvd.

20140112-230423.jpgOnce we get to the club we walk right in and head to the table. The bottles arrive and we just start drinking and dancing and having a blast. This is exactly what we needed. The shots start coming the drinks are constantly refilled and it’s only a matter of time before we are all feeling pretty tipsy. The DJ wasn’t bad either, I think the only bad thing was the constant long line to the women’s bathroom, and the kinky vending machine placed outside selling condoms and lube (so gross). All in all the time spent in the club was extremely fun and we danced all night!

This is when it gets rough. Our ride tells us it is time to go NOW and by this time I am the only sober one between me and my two friends so I had to round them up. One of them was in the upstairs bathroom and one of them was being held on to for DEAR LIFE by some desperate guy. Now I don’t mind being patient for you to give my girl your number, but once that is done and I’m trying to get her out but you still won’t let her go, pretty douche bag move. I mean yeah she was wasted so it was hard to convince her it was time to leave but he understood perfectly but he was just an asshole. Because there is thirsty and there is too thirsty ya know? That guy was just TOO THIRSTY! Lol!

20140112-232045.jpgAnyway, we get to the car and everything seems fine, after a few minutes of driving I hear from one of my friends next to me “I need to throw up”. Next thing you know I’m screaming “she’s gonna throw up pull over!” Because of course I’m by the door and I don’t want to get puked on! We pull over I jump out and she starts throwing up, when she seems finished I clean her up and we get back in, leaving her by the door. The rest of the way home driving down the 405 she has her head out the window puking down the side of the car (still feel terrible about that) while I am holding her hair out of her face. We get back to the house and we all go in, I directly walk to the patio for a cigarette of course, and when I come back in this is where I see my friend:

Hahaha gotta love it right?! She was such a champ though I mean she seriously drank SO much I felt so bad for her being that sick (although my other friend and I did get some entertainment from it lol). It took some serious effort but we got her in the backseat of my car and we got back to her house safely and passed out around 4-5am? Pretty solid Friday night if you ask me. Of course my friend suffered a rough hangover the following morning.


Hope she has recovered by now! Lol! Last night was fun went to a BBQ and drank champagne then got to hangout with my brothers pup all day today! Hope you all had a memorable weekend!


[Currently watching: The Vampire Diaries]


Nice people don’t get good ratings… They probably plan things too.


Hello my long lost blog readers! It feels as though it has been forever, probably because it has, but for very good reason! I have to say that Halloween is definitely my favorite holiday, unfortunately I didn’t get to celebrate last year due to being in rehab, so I decided to make up for that this year.

Let me start off by saying that it is practically almost Wednesday and I have yet to fully recover from my weekend festivities. Apparently I am not young anymore and cannot handle four days of straight drinking with no consequences. Who knew? Haha. Halloween was a Thursday this year and even though I have the pleasure of working a day job I decided to go out to a small house party. I didn’t know anyone there, or plan on staying long, didn’t even think I’d drink much (ha good joke Kara). Within fifteen minutes I had made two new best friends and I was taking shots of tequila. In between shots I was sipping on a margarita and some wine (because mixing is always a good idea right?) and didn’t end up in my bed until 2:30am.

My alarm went off at 6:30am the following morning and my Halloween celebration did not cut me any slack as far as hangovers were concerned. I sat in my cubicle trying my best to get through the day without throwing up because let’s face it no one wants to be that person at work. All I could think about was going home, crawling into bed, and sleeping for ten hours. Somehow before the day ended I accidentally agreed to go out to Hollywood with my coworkers for drinks. I was totally dreading it until I got home and took the hottest shower ever (amazing what that can do) because then I was ready to go! We began our casual evening with drinks at Lexington Social House which is a lovely place. Lovely meaning pretentious employees and over priced drinks! It really didn’t matter how the place looked considering a previous dealer of mine used to live nearby and all I could think about was whether or not he still lived there. Not because I wanted drugs, I didn’t, but because he was really quite the character and the idea of him still living there after all these years was really humorous to me. Our laid back night quickly turned into something different when we ended up at Drai’s Hollywood, six shots of Jack Daniels later and I was done for. The evening ended with my beautiful friend Marilyn walking me into my house, helping me take my boots off, and me passing out on my futon.

Eyes open bright and early Saturday morning 8am thanks to my natural alarm clock. I could taste Jack Daniels in my mouth and my head was pounding I wasn’t sure id be able to fall back asleep so I took a Tylenol PM and slept til noon. At 1pm I ventured out to Keira’s house (so excited) and we leave with Lauren to get coffee. I’m not sure what it is about being hungover that makes everything so funny but I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life. Lauren was filling us in on her current relationship situation with a guy who had a plan (ya, deal breaker) and we went over all the Disney movies and how they teach such horrible examples to young girls: “if you get drugged, pass out, and wake up to a strange man kissing you, marry him”. Thanks Sleeping Beauty. Afterwards we ate burritos then Keira and I went back to her house to get ready for Kristin’s party. We arrived on time (first time ever) and immediately began taking shots of cake flavored vodka. Guests continued to arrive and we continued to get drunk and dance and smoke cigarettes. I stood on a chair to give a champagne toast to Kristin, because let’s face it, that girl is a gem of a hostess! Around 5am everyone began trickling into sleeping areas, couches, floors, or if you’re Keira Steve and Hannah a bed to squeeze into haha.


The following morning we all woke up around 9:30-10am. Keira and I spent about an hour creatively thinking of different ways we could kill ourselves to ease the pain of our hangovers, but even laying down in the street seemed to require too much energy, it did turn into a pretty fun game though. We all decided to cook breakfast and Hannah went to the store with Keira returning with six bottles of champagne. I went ahead and skipped the whole eating idea, went straight to drinking with the hopes that my hangover would go away, either that or I’d get drunk and forget I was hungover. Over the next few hours everyone ended up being wasted again and it was extremely entertaining but at the same time very confusing. I found myself sitting there wondering how on earth people were acting so normal and okay but I felt closer to death than the ghost decorations hanging from the trees. I was literally at a point where I felt I had to conserve my laughter because I wasn’t sure how many breaths I had left hahaha!

The afternoon ended for me when my sister picked me up and I got to do laundry at a laundromat with her. Yeah, if you didn’t think those places were dull and depressing before, try going to one of them completely dead and hungover lol.

Now here I am, days later and still barely recovered, finally able to muster up enough energy to write this blog. Hope you all got the most out of your Halloween holiday like I did!


Stumble, Don’t Rumble, Cuz You Might Get Killed


Happy Sunday everyone and what a long weekend it was. Let me start of with saying how good it feels to be relaxing on my futon right now watching a Law & Order SVU marathon right now haha.

So Friday night really got my mind working on ideas for this blog. I went on an adventure down to the 805 to visit my old stomping grounds of Camarillo. It’s crazy to think that a year a half has gone by since I have been there and I can still run into people I used to know at the same places I used to hangout. This can be a good and bad thing. The good thing is that I made some amazing friends in that town and it is really refreshing that after not seeing or speaking to them in over a year I can bump into them and it’s like no time has passed. The bad thing? Well, with making friends comes making enemies, and I’ve made a few of those too. What I find absolutely HILARIOUS is that after almost two years of not seeing or speaking to me, someone who didn’t like me back then, could still not like me now. This isn’t true for everyone of course, I did run into one girl who I had a falling out with, and we hashed it out and things got put to rest and that was nice. But this other girl, who is a few years older than me, comes up to my and my friend Sean and he introduces us. That’s how insignificant the fight was, he literally forgot we even knew each other, and she gave me the dirtiest look and walked away. Him and I laughed about it and brushed it off but it got me thinking about how small minded some people are. There are people all over this world who are struggling with disease, addiction, death of loved ones, the list goes on, and you’re holding onto a grudge no one can even remember? That is the joy in hitting rock bottom and finding your way back though, you start to appreciate the little things, and let go of the things that really aren’t worth it.

Moving on, to Saturday night, what an amazing show. I don’t know how many of you have heard of the band Pepper but they are pretty rad! They’ve been around for a while, sound similar to Sublime, and they are HOT. Of course the concert was at Avalon in Hollywood so it was all standing no seating which leads to dealing with rude tall people who like to stand RIGHT in front of you. For those of you who don’t know me, I get a little feisty after a few drinks, and last night the gin and tonics were flowin through me. At one point this group of three (one guy two girls) push past us and stand right in front of not only us but also this nice couple standing next to us. This is when Alyson and I start to take action. We are dancing and moving around and bumping into them, you know just trying to get them to take a hint, but still keep it light and fun. That’s when the guy looks to Alyson and says “can you move you’re bumping into us” super serious tone. So I step in and say to him and his blonde girlfriend “we were here first and you had no problem pushing us out of the way so how do you like it? You’re not just blocking us but this couple behind you. We all got here hours ago so how bout you move”. Then Donna from That 70s Show turned Orange is the New Black steps up to me, gets in my face, and says “hey leave my sister alone she has never been here before.” I went on to say that I’m not sure what that has to do with anything but she is like 10 years older than me so it would be pretty embarrassing for her if she fought me. She turned and they didn’t move kept ignoring us as we continued dancing and messing around, finally the guy told Alyson to “knock it off, seriously” and called me a fucking weirdo! This guy was like 40! So I pulled the super upset/offended card: “wow I can’t believe you just called me a weirdo that is seriously so rude like what is wrong with you don’t you have manners?” That’s when he apologized and they walked away. VICTORY IS OURS!

We ended the night on the Bardot Terrace watching Mat Sonne DJ, drinking, and dancing the night away! Hope your weekend was as enjoyable as mine!


“If you’re tryin to be a slut in the city, make sure you wear a skinny black belt”

20130929-133338.jpgHappy Hangover Sunday everyone! Well, let me start off by saying, it was difficult to get out of bed this morning. But no matter how hard my head was pounding it was still proof to me that I had a good night!

My Saturday started out chillin with my bestie Alyson in her backyard. This was short lived because the idea of laying down in her bed napping was just too tempting, so we did just that (yeah we are old, get over it). After I awoke from a lovely nap I showered and waited for my other bestie Keira to pick me up. We went to her house and popped the Champagne (don’t worry it was past 5pm… Or at least 4:45pm lol) and started doing girly stuff aka our hair, makeup and picking out our clothes. As Keira tried on the cutest outfit ever (because she is by far the cutest girl ever) we noticed the outfit was not quite complete. It seemed to be missing something… We thought about it for a few minutes and then we realized what she needed: a skinny black belt. Because, everyone knows: if you’re tryin to be a slut in the city, all you need a skinny black belt.

We got picked up around 7:30pm after drinking about half a bottle of Smirnoff Raspberry Pomegranate Sorbet Light (because we are watching our figures) and then it was off to Hollywood. The rest of the evening was kind of a blur probably due to the massive amounts of Stoli Chocolate Raspberry shots (my new favorite). We listened to some version of Ska/Punk live music at a bar in NOHO and ate some fabulous food from a truck outside run by two very friendly Koreans named Paul and Chris. I chatted up a guy from New York and met a friendly bus boy by the name of Kyle who had a pretty rad beard. At one point a bunch of us were standing outside smoking when we noticed someone was missing, macking with a silver fox around the corner (this person will remain nameless) don’t judge either because he may have been in his 40s and divorced, but he was a smokin hottie. Plus we are a bunch of girls and everyone knows girls tend to have our daddy issues surface with a few drinks in our system.

We left and went walking to the car when I saw a roach that was LITERALLY the size of a small dog. No joke, I could have put a leash on it and taught it to roll over, guess that’s why it’s called NOho. We got to a piano bar near Hollywood and Vine where we met a fat version of Leonard from Big Bang Theory. He was very nice, knew how to make friends, and seemed to remember what he learned in kindergarten (the importance of sharing). At this point in the evening we were all pretty tossed. I had somehow come up with the notion that I was married to a guy who came with us, a friend of Hannah’s boyfriend, but also made it clear that by Monday we’d be divorced (me and my fear of commitment). He had nicknamed me baby, causing me to keep yelling “nobody puts baby in the corner!” Haha. We decided to leave and walked through the back patio gate which had a clearly marked EXIT sign, the bouncer I guess wasn’t aware of the sign and since Steve (Hannah’s actor bf) was last to walk out he almost got forced to stay in! (Should have tried to pull the whole “don’t you know who I am” actor card Steve, duh). As we approached the car making plans to go to Mel’s Diner we see a conveniently placed hot dog vendor in the parking lot causing Keira and Hannah to LITERALLY jump for joy. We all got hot dogs and enjoyed small talk with the little Mexican vendor about his wife’s homemade habanera sauce (it was divine) then got in the car to get home (safely thanks to Steve not drinking).

Us girls arranged ourselves in a cuddle puddle in the backseat (boob grabbing and all) while listening to slow jams by Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus (yeah judge us, we don’t care, we sang along too). By the time we got home my ribs were crushed by the Geary sisters and we were so disoriented we didn’t realize we were home. We got out and it was FREEZING as we sprinted to the house to find their little sister Leila just getting home too. It was dark as Keira and I approached the garage while Hannah was still as the car giving the bf some sugar, Leila kept calling me Hannah as we walked up so I said “Hannah is dead” as I ran in. She could then immediately tell it was me, I mean come on you can place this deep raspy voice anywhere, and we all started laughing. I burst into Hannah’s room and jumped into her bed, she followed shortly after, and the night ended with us spooning for warmth as we fell sound asleep.

Of course like all my sleepovers, Hannah awoke confused and alone in an empty bed, as I had slipped out early this morning hahahaha and now I am home recovering from the evenings events by recapping them to all of you.

Til next time blog readers!

#whitegirlproblems #hardforaslutinthecity
#wecantstop #wewontstop


Celebrities, and that High Horse they sit on.

Hey Blog Readers!!

Sorry it has been so long since my last post, I have been VERY busy!! The Law Firm I work at has joined a Softball League which is very fun but also time consuming, and then over the weekend I got to catch up with old friends at dinner AND go to Disneyland which was very fun but exhausting!

My Blog today is going to be about Celebrities. Last Friday I went out to lunch with some coworkers at Kabuki Sushi in Woodland Hills. I discovered it on yelp, the sushi is very good and the prices are pretty decent, all in all I was very happy with the choice in restaurant. While enjoying our meal I glanced up at the host counter and noticed a tall lanky guy in a baseball cap and glasses waiting to be seated with his girlfriend. Now many of you know that I am a HUGE movie buff. Like a lot of my friends call me the human IMDB because I know so much about actors and directors and movies and etc. So right away I recognized this guy as McLovin from Superbad. I immediately turned to my coworkers and told them and we got all excited and pulled out or phones trying to sneakily snap a photo. He caught sight of us and whispered something to his lady who turned our way then stepped RIGHT in front of him blocking our view. After a few moments the host walked up and directed them to a table in the back of the restaurant out of sight.

The duration of our meal we were stuck on the top of famous people and how annoying they are. I mean honestly is it really that big of a deal to let a few girls get a photo of you from across the room? It is not like we ran up to you and interrupted your lunch screaming and begging for pictures. Some say “well I imagine it must get pretty old everywhere you go someone wants a picture, you can’t even go out to lunch without having someone point you out” and I would love to agree with that. However, you’re a freaking celebrity! I am sorry but no one forced you into being famous! You chose to have that career and you know what comes with the territory, and not to mention, you make MILLIONS of freaking dollars! I am so sure people wanting pictures is that much of an inconvenience to your luxurious life! I just went to the movies last week and spent $26 dollars for my sister and I to see a movie that we could have EASILY waited for it to come out on RedBox and seen it for $1, but no, I am a major supporter of Cinematic Adventures and I very much appreciate actors, directors, producers, cinematographers, etc and all of their talent. So I spend the money so that they can develop coke addictions and get DUI’s in their lambo’s and all I ask when I see an actor out in about is that I can snap a photo on my cell from 20 feet away and THAT is too much to ask of you?! Don’t get me wrong, I know that Tabloid Magazines and Paparazzi are totally annoying, if you see me climbing a tree overlooking your back yard you have EVERY RIGHT to close your blinds and maybe even call the police. But in a restaurant from across the room? COME ON! GET THE EFF OVER YOURSELF! Your job is to entertain and be in the public eye, sorry that you aren’t allowed a private life but I am pretty sure the millions of dollars you receive should pretty much make up for all that.

This ordeal during lunch got me so heated I was even tempted to just approach his table, take a seat next to his stupid girlfriend, and say “Hello there, sorry to bother you, but I actually write my own blog and my next one is going to be about self entitled celebrities and how their egos are so bit that they can’t even fathom allowing a few photos to be taken of them when they go out to eat even though the people taking them are the ones who help provide the actors income. Any thoughts?” Of course my coworkers wouldn’t allow me to do this, but trust me it was really hard not to, it took like everything in me to just walk out the door after my meal hahaha.

Anyways, thank you for your patience for this blog, I apologize for the delay. Hopefully I can purchase a new laptop soon so I will be able to write more frequently because doing this on an iphone is really difficult!