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That’s Not Chinese gave two weeks notice a couple of days ago. Today, she felt she might not be able to stay at her job that long. I felt sound advice was in order, “You’re like Obama. Can you do it? Yes, you can! Do you think he likes all those peeps in congress? No! He does it for the little guy, so keep on doing it for the little guy.”

Pretty inspirational, but it really didn’t work, so, OregganO and I invited her to meet us at Tree’s place of employment for food and beverages. Upon arriving, we got the best greeting ever from FatGirl. Absolutely love him! He had been waiting for us for a while (“on my way” for me translates to “see you in a couple of hours”), so he was eating dessert by the time we arrived, and we had no qualms about bellying up right next to him at the bar. 

That’s Not Chinese finally arrived and I Can Relate arrived shortly after. Sadly, they didn’t get to hang with FatGirl – he had headed home to do his hair for the evening. Tree was tending bar, and doing a fine job, when That’s Not Chinese advised us they (she and Tree) had once talked about having sex. Tree clarified, “No, it was about four in the morning and you had decided you were ready for the bar. I told you the time and you told me, ‘ok, well, we could just have sex,’ did not happen!”

Eventually, Tree’s boss, Rose Colored Glasses (he thinks if he wears them long enough he and others won’t see he is gay – what are rose colored glasses for if not to skew reality?) left for the evening which allowed us to loosen up a bit. Woot!

Unfortunately, no real loosening took place. OregganO and I took a few pictures and then Tree joined us for mayhem at a couple of ‘west side’ bars. We had the pleasure of running into FatGirl, who took several hours picking a beanie and considered that “doing his hair.”

After a little drink with FatGIrl we headed to the Marmalade District for pre-conf karaoke. I figured out, right quick I might add, that ‘he (whoever he may be ) is not into me because he’s into he. Oh well.

Tree, OregganO and I started talking about two way v. one way….people, not roads. I told Tree, “I don’t mind if you u-turn, as long as it is my turn sometime.”  Makes sense, or does it?

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While in Vegas, one of my friends was asking about my blog, specifically the URL. GrigioGirl would seem easy enough to remember, but he kept thinking it was GringoGirl. I prefer GreenGo Girl.

Going green is just good practice. I tried to find a nice quote about recycling, but everything I read sounded like something I had heard a million times before – reused and meaning reduced.

Most everyone knows what can and should be recycled: paper, plastic, glass, cans, steel, metal. Recycling paper instead of making it from new material uses 50% less water. Recycling aluminum saves 95% of the energy needed to produce new aluminum from raw materials. Mini Sparkle Donut liked that statistic, “It’s a good thing we have so many bums around here (Hollywood) to go through the garbage and take those out.”

Speaking of bums, there are some things that cannot or should not be recycled: nappies, styrofoam, anything w/food remnants, bath water, syringes, sex toys and exes. 60% of remarriages fail. And reused nappies, really? Sex toys, well, I’ll save those comments for another entry (no pun intended).

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Today I got the privilege of having lunch, coffee & thrifting time with She’s a Hard One.

The Waffle Shop had the pleasure of wetting our pallets with waffles (shocker) and The Coffee Bean gave us the energy we needed to thrift.

Our first thrift stop: “Out of the Closet.” A lovely little secondhand shop with amazing treasures. They should, however, change their name to “Out of Our Minds” because some of their prices are crazy!

She’s a Hard One and I found two lovely one-piece jumpsuits made by the famous designer, Avon Fashions. The jumpsuits are best described as one-piece, MC Hammer Can’t Touch This, zip back, space for Depends, heaven on earth and room for girth.

I could not NOT buy both. As often happens, one of the jumpsuits (with the graphics of women, stretching, in leotards) did not have a price tag. I, of course, asked if Avon Fashions were two for one today. Cashier appeared flustered and did not find it funny. I told him they were probably the same price, $5.50, per the tag on the baby blue and white striped jumpsuit.

Cashier told me he could not just assume the price because they may be from different fashion seasons.

Good point, however, I’m pretty sure it has been decades since either of these beauties were part of a “season.” Luckily, Cashier saw a line forming and decided to give me one for half off. ‘Tis the season!

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Last night was c to the r to the a to the z to the y crazy! By the time we finished wiggin’ out and writing sick lyrics for our song/music video, we were so exhausted that we had to go to bed. Yes, that’s how we roll.  And rollin’ is something I’ll bring up again in a few sentences.

Instead of having breakfast at the B&B this morning, S-Unit, MC Static Cling and I went to The 101 Coffee Shop. Like many places in LA, there are autographed pics of “celebrities” hanging on the walls. While walking by a grouping of pictures, S-Unit was quick to point out, “I don’t even know her.” MC Static Cling and I had to look back to see the pic/celebrity: Audrey Marie Anderson. We don’t even know her either.

Being that we were in Gran Chorizo’s hood, we invited him to join us. As soon as Gran Chorizo arrived we gave each other a high five for Palm Sunday – didn’t want the day to passover without doing that.

A lot of interesting people frequent The 101 Coffee Shop. S-Unit was intrigued by the patrons, “I just love watching people watching.” Yes, she loves to watch people, who are people watching.

After breakfast we decided to see a movie at the Vistafari – best movie theater in LA! S-Unit and I decided against getting popcorn. Not because we just had breakfast – we just prefer to eat other people’s concessions. Thanks MC Static Cling.

Once we got home we started talking about the day and laughing about some of the shenanigans. We were all laughing out loud, loudly. None of us, sadly, laughed our asses off. I did, however, decide to try rolling on the couch laughing (aka, ROCL); the floor was too dirty.

MC Static Cling and I “Lougled” Audrey Marie Anderson after S-Unit went home. It appears she is the wife of a Unit member on “The Unit.” MC Static Cling was shocked,”You would think S-Unit would know something like that.” As S-Unit would and did say, “What the shut the front door!?!?”

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Second day in a row that my host, MC Static Cling, brought me Yogi tea and girl scout cookies (trefoils) for breakfast.

We decided to go for a walk (and move the cars before getting tickets) and stumbled upon a health fair for senior citizens. They had karaoke, barbecue, wii and eye exams and it was all we could do to not pull out our fake IDs.

We hit Starbucks and grabbed “crack” for Mini Sparkle Donut and then went home to get ready for the day.

Mini Sparkle Donut had made DIY Coco Chanel tees and we decided they would look best with our new neon wigs. We donned our wigs, tees and stripper boots and crammed into the Neon. MC Static Cling thinks its pretty bad when the best car you have is a Neon.

Since we were dressed for success, we went to a couple of craft stores in preparation for our music video. We had a few people ask if we were “in a show.” Not sure what that means.

Once the sun set, She’s A Hard One and S-Unit joined in the festivities; which involved wigs, wine, walking and wacky cake. It also involved making a video and if I can figure out how to upload it, you’ll see it……

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Anytime you can start the day with Tagalongs and Yogi tea, you know it is going to be a good day.

She’s a Hard One met up with Mini Sparkle Donut and I for “like crack.” Translation: Green tea latte from Starbucks. Mini Sparkle Donut is hooked.

She’s a Hard One told us when she woke up this morning her head was pounding harder than Guido’s fist pumpin’ at a house club. Caffeine should cure that.

We decided to go for a hike in Griffith Park, to The Giving Tree. After giving our heavies to the tree we did a triple tree twist and started making our way back to the car.

On the way, we saw some people embracing the trees. Interesting. Mini Sparkle Donut told me, “I’ve touched trees for energy and stuff but I’ve never hugged one. That’s taking it to another level. That would really change me. In fact, that would make me a treehugger.”

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Today I met up with The Leaver and Karaoke Queen for a bit of conversation, bubble tea, room for cream, pretty mocha and Happy Lady.

As always, all things mentioned were fabulous. The boba balls were exceptionally good and Happy Lady was exceptionally happy. The Leaver, however, had to leave, so our time together was short (but sweet and with lots of cream – girl loves her cream).

After our rendezvous I hopped on a plane and headed to Hollywood. As usual, my bag was weighed down by my rollerskates and wigs. In an attempt to lighten the load, I decided against packing the wigs.

Upon arriving at Mini Sparkle Donut’s place we decided to pull out our laptops and do what we do best: post notes on each other’s walls while sitting directly across from each other. Today we took it a step further and watched Mini Sparkle Donut’s DIY video, at the same time, on our own laptops.

We were just about to skype (each other) when we got word that She’s a Hard One was almost here. Woot! Love She’s a Hard One – she is uber talented and a ton of fun!

We swapped stories and were creative for a while and then decided to tear into a couple of boxes of girl scout cookies. She’s a Hard One was concerned about calories and wasn’t sure if she should have a Tagalong. She thought it might be better to stick with the Thin Mints. If they were fattening, wouldn’t they be called “Fat Mints”?

She’s a Hard One was looking very fashionable in a polka-dot, “Pretty Woman” style dress so we decided she should probably take the dog for a walk. It just made sense.

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A few weeks ago I received a catalog detailing community education classes at the local high school. Always one interested in learning, I decided to review the course listings.

After a thorough review, I thought both a core and mind workout would suit me best. Thus, I planned to register for Hula Hooping and Italian (Beginning).

I ran this idea by my cousin who advised me I could save oodles of money by not taking the hula hooping class and, instead, head to the toy store, buy a hula hoop and spend an hour or two “hooping” it up each week in the comfort of my own backyard. She’s always so practical.

Speaking Italian, unfortunately, could not be accomplished so easily. I bought a Berlitz book at a thrift shop and, according to the book, “If you can speak English, you can speak Italian.” If this is true, my English must suck.

Fortunately, Alice plans to join me in my learning adventures and, between the two of us, we should be the best hula hoopin’ Italian speakin’ signorinas this town has ever seen!

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Recently I became aware of a situation which reminded me there may be some truth to the karma theory.

My friends and I used to joke that we have dated Karman, thus, should have a major credit balance in that department. Most of the people I chat with about karma tell me we don’t always get to see it come around.

When we do actually get to see what appears to be karma come around, I think it would be nice if we could send a simple thank you. Technically, or spiritually, one should just be able to send thanks out to “the universe.”

I decided to check with some of my friends for a mailing address for karma and Handsome Holdaway was first to respond: 1137 Don’t Be An Ass Road, Payback’s a Bitch, Nevada 55555. Sounds about right. Arcade followed up quickly, advising me to be sure to include sufficient postage or everything will come back to me.

Ah, karma……thanks.

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While at the grocery store, a little boy was running around the aisles and ignoring his mother’s numerous requests to stop. She finally caught up with him, grabbed his arm and said, “I’ve got two words for you: be have.” I’ve got one word for that: whystudygrammar?

Last summer, I was in New York with some friends and family when one of them decided to suck in the air of a helium balloon. Once she had taken in a sufficient amount of helium, she started singing, “I ho, I ho, it’s off to work I go.” She was devastated when I informed her the lyrics were “Heigh ho, Heigh ho,” and the seven dwarfs worked in a mine, not the street corner.

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