After the party at Benefit the other night Julie, Liz, and I ventured to some wine bar sponsored by Rebel Coast Winery. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing there. The party was a typical scene of L.A. types... I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb (why didn't I dress up?! Milk maid braids?! What was I thinking? Is it just me or is everyone really, really, ridiculously tan? So many ironic t-shirts, mustaches, and sunglasses at night.). You'd think I'd be used to L.A. after living here for over a year... but it still feels weird and I immediately want to go home when I'm in situations like that. I try to resist the urge to hide into a world of stretchy pants. It's funny because I always think that I need to go out to have fun, but then as soon as I get to where I'm going I think it's all totally overrated and everyone has to be lying, or really, really drunk because there's no way they're actually having fun. But the red wine from Rebel Coast Winery was great and alcohol always makes people seem not so bad. And it was free. FREE.
Are you a closeted homebody like me?
Just give me stretchy yoga pants strategically placed over my bloated belly and Mad Men on Netflix forever.
But the highlight of my night was honestly just shooting the shit with my lady friends at Swinger's Diner. Food.