Could life have anymore drama?

So last night was the weirdest, longest night of my life. It started innocently enough with plans to see the Dan Band in L.A. Right. And this is where the rollercoaster begins.
So it is 4pm and I am late from an interview with Ruth's Chris Del Mar. (The interview went well..) BUT it was Friday evening and I needed to make it to LA by 8pm. Thinking I had enough time, I hopped in my big yellow truck and wallowed in triple nipple rush hour traffic for 4 hours. But I listened to old Beatles and made it out in a pretty decent mood. THEN I got lost in the city and was driving around with three sets of bad directions. This is where I started thinking about crying (but didn't because I didn't want to look like a raccoon) and my phone kept cutting out. Who knew fricken Hollywood could be so hard for me to find. The big sign with all the lights...I looked for it.

My friends all bailed out on the concert, so it left me alone meeting up with my work buddy. I asked Ashley Simpson for directions to the club on the corner of Hollywood and Vine, didn't even care that it was Ashley Simpson, and then made it for the final 4 songs. That is when we had a (my first)shot of Jager and WORK BUDDY fell on the floor. All these people are sitting around cocktail tables and this dude is tripping out on some shit. Not just your normal shot of Jager. Keep in mind we've never hung out alone together before. Then the glaze-eyed gibberish started, followed by a "I have to go to the bathroom, be right back". This was followed by an eternity (twenty minutes) and then a phone call. He left. Me. Alone in a club in Hollywood. After all this shit. Can you say "NOT going to hang out EVER again?!" This guy....RRRR!(Not a love interest anyways, don't worry). So I am all dressed up and I have been in the club for literally 30 minutes. So much wasted energy. I headed home, and met up with some friends at a club in Huntington. Danced my pants off with one of the hottest guys ever (my old neighbor who is a personal trainer and former exotic male dancer) and had a total blast. So at 2am I decided-WAIT! Alas! The night cannot be over! And then the third leg of my evening began down in La Jolla, another hour south. I changed attire from sexy black dress to ragamuffin hippy-chic and headed for Blacks Beach. This beach is also a nude beach, by the way.(Never been, think I will try it and bring my mace!) But last night was the full moon celebration put on by a sect of the Rainbow Gathering tribe of urban new age hippies. My good friend Alec turned me on to the drumcircle.
Are you still with me? It was awesome, once I stumbled down a fifty foot cliff barefoot and walked a mile to get to the campsite alone in the dark. Now it was about 4am and I found myself dancing wildly (and fully clothed, mind you) around a huge bonfire with a beautiful girl and about ten people drumming and a hundred more scattered around singing and sleeping and being hippies. It was awesome! I had so much fun and my legs are going to fall off from all the dancing in the club, in the sand, climbing the cliffs! That is the best kind of workout ever. So I just made it home to wash of my stank and sand from sleeping on the beach....thought you should know all about it. And live vicariously through me for a moment or five. Phew! Yeah, I like this wild adventure crap, ya know! Anyways, anybody ready to cavort and gallavant and frolic please let me know. Alec, you've scored some major points with all the fun lately. You BUSKER!! Anyways, Peace Out Y'all.