I don't go out as often as I would like to. Mainly because I'm a
flake and I can't make plans. I'm notorious for calling the sitter ten
minutes before I need her and duh! when it doesn't work out.
But
after last night, I realized how important it is for a girl to revisit
her out-on-town roots, if only to maintain her local status. No one
wants to be a tourist in her own town. I certainly don't.
The
last three years may as well have never happened anywhere out of my
house. The only reason I know anything about my local bar scene is
because I live in Hollywood, where every bar, restaurant and club
appears on television or in movies. I know about as much about
Hollywood parties as any middle-of-nowhere dweller reading US Weekly or
watching re-runs of The Hills on MTV.
For the record, we're secret fans of LC AND the gang, thus took her
advice and made a dinner reservation for my birthday (It's today. I'm
26. Thank you, thank you...) at Geisha House because
neither of us had been, and thought, even though the placed peaked
about two years ago, better late than never. After all, we had the
ultimate in excuses: parenthood.
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