This month has marked my ten year anniversary of living in LA. I can hardly believe it. I have lived in 5 apartments, made countless friends and aquaintences, possibly changed the color of my skin from too much sun, worked many a random jobs, gone on some pretty bad dates (only a few good ones),probably only have been to the beach less than 20 times in 10 years(ouch…well maybe that is an exaggeration), explored many corners of the city, all while having a torrid love affair with this place. A love/hate relationship. Don’t get me wrong, the hate isn’t bad…only lust to live in other places I think. A few weekends ago two of my best friends here in LA dragged me out dancing on Hollywood Blvd. Not something I do often. We were tourists in our own city getting our pictures taken on top of the stars. Feeling 21 again although we have all hit our 30’s, taking over the dance floors, getting hit on by foreigners, falling on street corners, eating hot dogs from street carts… although none of us could walk by the end of the night. It may have not been our finest hour, but it was damn fun! Cheers, to my ladies for a night out and cheers to the random nights this tinsel town can bring you.