Breezy all at Sea

That pretty much sums up my weekend with my two good friends K and E who visited me last weekend. They arrived Saturday and we did the tour of Hollywood with lunch at my favorite place ever–In-n-Out Burger. We headed to a Dodgers game that night where we encountered such weirdness. Dodgers fans are a bit…ghetto. Not all, because I’m a fan and I don’t think of myself as ghetto (well, maybe sometimes). Everytime an Angels fan walked by (the other team), the fans would chant “Angels Suck!” I mean, every. single. time. For 8 innings. But we took it all in as part of the experience. Just like our beer and Dodger dogs. In the 7th inning, a fan got kicked out and immediately put the security guard in a headlock while his friend dumped beer over the other security guards. See what I mean? And then there was the abundance of beach balls being thrown around, some right to our faces. It was fun though.

Sunday we did church, the Getty center and Beverly Hills. It was a fun day and although it was go-go-go, we managed to have a great time and reminisced about our college days when we were roommates. That night there was some weird stuff going on at the hotel. But not as weird as Saturday when there was a lady dancing in her bikini for hours. Just out there dancing to the music. By herself. For at least 2 hours that we noticed. So strange.

Monday we hit the various beaches, rode a rollercoaster and enjoyed some delicious fro yo.

I was really sad to see them leave. They are such dear friends to me. E especially. She’s one of my bff’s.

This week has been a little tough with the whole lack of job and singleness staring me in the eye. But I’m determined to get through on the singleness arena at least. I haven’t deterred from my stance that he can find me now. The job and lack of money is a bit harder to stare down. I’m so tired of this. I can’t even bear to think about it or talk about it. It’s depressing me and I’m trying hard to not let it, but sometimes I just can’t avoid it. That’s when it’s good to have friends around and see the sun shining.

Just watched the Reader with my roommate. That didn’t really help matters of depression but it did get my mind off my own problems for a couple hours.

Bring on the weekend.

*not quite like the one we saw but you get the drift