Social Disease: The LMS cure?

"I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs."

Andy Warhol

Last night the girls and I went to a bar in Santa Monica for a party. Now, this may seem like a normal occurrence, but it symbolizes the start of the work hard play hard summer of 2007. Work all day, play all night - this is my latest goal.

Today was my first day back to work.

Very pleased that since I only had 2 shots of the pineapple-infused sake and not four, I have no hangover... Very unhappy that I am at work nonetheless.

This summer will be all about Warhol's affliction: social disease - which I intend to spread. In the end, the more the merrier, right? If I want to combat LMS head on, the best way is to meet as many men as possible. Statistically, social disease should actually improve my chances!

More Rules...

"The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it."

- Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Ladies, this isn't a new topic, but this quote was too good not to write about. I have two no man land rules that I intend to stick to quite strictly for the next few weeks in order to see if I get any results:

First, I will be a bitch. I will be the biggest, most indifferent bitch ever. When I meet someone, and they get my number, I will not be nice when they call. I will not be available. I will not give them a complete glimpse of the glory that is me. I will be a bitchity bitch bitch until they earn it.

Second, I will dumb it down. Yes, Peanut discovered that another way to look at this is to just find smarter people, but until I meet these so called smarter people, I'm going to dumb it down. Out will come the wide eyes of disbelief and away will go the shrewd eyes of experience.

If the height of cleverness is to conceal it, I'm going to be awfully clever this summer.

There is no place like Man-hattan

We (SexyJelly, Entrepeanutbutter, and our accomplice, Wonder Bread Woman) flew in to NYC early Friday morning and headed straight to the D.R.E.A.M. hotel where we were staying. And dream we did. We passed out until four in the afternoon at which point revived and refreshed, we woke up, lunched and started planning for our evening.

New York is all about the all night night life. And for three deprived Los Angeles ladies (who are usually forced home by abrupt bouncers at 2 a.m.) we were ready to play all night. We decided to meet up with some NY friends and go to Home, a nightclub.

And make ourselves at home we did (pardon the extremely obvious pun...).

Within ten minutes, I was dancing the night away with Mr. A. Mr. A. is tall, handsome, from L.A. and a great dancer.

I was exploring my NY alter ego, Sexy Jelly Plus (SJP for short - in honor of the original SJP ;) by wearing an incredible short, tight, sex kitten dress - which worked like a charm.

Mr. A. and I spent the entire night dancing, and actually got together the next night out as well. In his words, "We picked up right where we left off."

The best part is, on Sunday night, Mr. A took me, Peanut and Wonder woman out to dinner.

Why are these kinds of men so hard to find in Los Angeles?

Is Man-hattan the cure to LMS?

More posts to come on this one...

Turning 25...

In less than half an hour, I will officially turn 25. I've made a lot of changes in my life this past year and I can safely say, I have NEVER felt better.

In the past year I moved from New York to Los Angeles, I started a new law school, I walked away from the first love of my life, and I learned how to embrace who I am while exploring with an open mind and a willingness to change and grow. I am lucky.

But enough of the sentimental reflections.

I'm turning 25, and I am feeling fabulous. I just got back from a fantastic trip to NY (ladies, all the details are on the way) and my family surprised me with a new convertible.

25 = Super Sexy Jelly

This summer will be all about

+ Being golden (Courtesy of gold highlights and a killer tan from the convertible)

+ Being skinny (New Yorkers... all that walking does WONDERS)

+ Being self-sufficient (I am working full time as a law clerk ;)

+ Being fashionable (Courtesy of the new NY wardrobe)

+ Being social

+ Being OPEN

I owe so many updates... from my surgeon that I went on a date with (see the text analysis post) to the pseudo boyfriend I found in NY (again details to come)...

I just wanted to thank you all for sharing in my life and my race to cure LMS. Please continue to share your comments. This summer is going to be A-MAAAA-ZING.

Time For Some Sex And the City

Well, the time has come for Peanut and Jelly to take a little vacation... We are off to the big apple tonight and won't be back till next Wednesday. Get ready for some great dish upon out return. There will be a lot of drinking, dancing and of course shopping... oh yes, and hopefully men! Maybe New York will offer some insight into the elusive LMS cure.

Love or Objective Qualities?

How do you know when you've met "the one"?

CLICK THIS LINK:
http://inthislifela.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-will-you-know-when-heshe-is-one.html

Feeling My Gray Anatomy

So, last week I was brushing my hair and found the single greatest symbol of my impending quarter century mark, turning 25: A gray hair. Now, I've found a few gray hairs before, and quickly pulled them out in denial, but this one was the worst kind. The kind of gray hair that has just turned gray. The kind where you can tell the exact moment where your biological clock said, fuck you, I'm giving up a little.

I know going gray is genetic, and doesn't necessarily represent that I'm getting old, and my life is passing my by. I mean, I only have like four at this point. But, still. Next week, I turn 25 and despite all my prospects, for the moment, I'm still alone. Just me and my four gray hairs.

So, what do we do ladies? Do we succumb to the clock? Feel bad about the grays? Worry about infertility (as Grey's Anatomy would have us do)? I mean come on, Addison not being able to have a child must have struck a chord with someone other than just me. She chose her career, and in the end, gave up her opportunity to have children.

Well, here's what my solution is. I just went out and got my hair highlighted. Gray hairs be damned! I'm choosing to look fabulous and remain optimistic. Besides, this could be a good experiment. If the old adage is true, and blonds really do have more fun, then some highlights may be exactly what I need to get one step closer to the cure to my LMS.

Text Analysis

So, I wrote this really lovely text to a boy I'm interested in the night after our first date. And no, this is not another Mr. D story. This is someone new :) In any case, after three hours, he replied to my text with, "Great!"

Peanut and I were discussing his text today because I was completely unsatisfied by it. I felt like wow, after such a great date, and such great repor, and such a nice text, didn't I deserve more than just great, exclamation point?

Peanut brought up a good point: "Great!" is not the same as "Great." She told me that if he had left out the exclamation point, then I would have been in trouble.

My question is:

When texting, how much weight should punctuation carry? Does an exclamation point really mean the difference between "I'm interested!" and "I'm just being polite"?

Being too open.. (to be cont'd)

Is there is such a thing as revealing too much too fast?

Apparently, I'm A Little TOO "Open"

So, the other day I was going to get a mani/pedi and decided rather than worrying about a meter, I should park on a nearby residential street. As I'm parking, I realize that a gardener with a leaf blower is hard at work on the lawn adjacent to the spot I was parking in. Rather than blowing leaves all over me, the gardener decided to turn off his leaf blower and wait for me to get out of the car. I'm thinking, aw, how sweet, and so I say, "Lo siento! Gracias!" He replies, "You speak Spanish?" in perfect English and I begin to feel mortified. My god, have I offended him by assuming he didn't speak English? Have a committed some cardinal non-politically correct sin? Flustered, I reply, "Of course I speak Spanish!" with a smile and walk away.

When I get back to the car, I notice that there is a business card on my windshield. I look around at the other cars to see if they have business cards too, but no, it is just me. I pick up the card and see that it is business card for "Miguel and Jose's Gardening Service" with an arrow pointing to Jose's cell phone.

Apparently Jose wasn't offended that I assumed he only spoke Spanish. Instead, he wants an opportunity to blow my leaves!

Ladies, I got picked up by a gardener. I don't even know what else to say. For once, sexyjelly is speechless.