Friday I went home and discovered that my pride and joy, my lovely strawberry plant, with all it's soon to be ripe fruits that I couldn't wait to sample, fell off the balcony, into my neighbor's porch, where the children cleaned it up and threw it away. I would have liked to have tried to salvage it. There are still little disemplanted strawberries on their BBQ. sniff. I bought a lucky bamboo at Ikea to make me feel better. it didn't work so I bitched and complained all weekend instead. It still didn't work so I bought a new strawberry plant yesterday. I'm still upset. maybe I shouldn't get so attached to my plants.
Saturday I went to the Carlsbad Flower Fields with some of the Bunco girls. C picked me up from there and we headed to Hollywood where we screened a movie that C did the poster for. Since I don't have anything nice to say about the film, I won't say anything at all. If that is not satisfying, then try this: a viniette called "How the west was won....with dildos." starring our future gov'na Mary Cary. That and the part called "Gratuitous Nudity Theater" taught me that I really do have a superior rack. Meanwhile, after the movie, we wandered aroung Hollywood, checked out Griffin Park (the road to the observatory was closed, sadly. It's the one from Rebel Without a Cause) past the LA Zoo (now I can say I have been there, even if I didn't go inside) and then to a steakhouse I am pretty sure has mob connections. They put butter, on. my. steak. the mashed potatoes (I know, I'm not supposed to have those) were fantastic. but I don't really think I needed to eat the middle course of spaghetti.
Yesterday, on my way to go buy new plants, I saw a woman in a car, holding her kid. there was a car seat in the back. I wanted to yell and scream at her. Especially when I saw her car get on the freeway.
Had a blast at Harbucks last night.
On the personal ad front, I have answered 4, and only one is still speaking to me. Well sort of. He contacted me over the weekend, but I didn't respond because I didn't know. We'll see.