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It’s hot.

Yeah, I know. You’re thinking, “It’s summer, Amanda. Duh.”  But understand this: I moved here a year ago and last August we had an unusually mild summer, which I was NOT aware of.  So low and behold August hits and we sky rocket to the triple digits. Full out Indian summer.  We don’t have central air in my house, just units in our bedrooms, and let me tell you — it makes no difference if I keep that baby cranked up all freaking day, by mid-afternoon my room is a sauna.  Make that a dry sauna since we have no humidity here. WHICH makes no difference.  Don’t get me wrong, I hate humidity, I dealt with it for ten years, but 110* is 110* any way you cut it.

This has also seriously cut into my riding time, and I get cranky when I can’t ride.  I work my “real” job until 2pm and it is just too hot to ride in the afternoons.  Hell, it’s too hot to ride in the mornings…it was over 80* by 8am on Sunday.

I gave in this week and went to Target to look for a fan, and I guess so did everyone else in the valley because they only had $50 fans or these little guys left.

It was only $15 and I needed something to point at myself as I tried to make it through the afternoons that I can’t seek shelter at houses with central air.  I actually hate the color orange, but it was the only color they had left.  It does it’s job…and is currently sitting on the bed right next to me.

Some people have it worse than I do.  It stays cooler on the other side of the valley, but when it’s over 100* it’s still probably in the 90′s elsewhere.  Jen and Julie for insistence have no AC at all.  Last week I went over and hung out with Jen, bringing along a tasty treat I found on Pinterest. Strawberry sorbet and champagne.  Can I get an ah-freaking-mazing? Because it was.  We went through the bottle and then popped open some wine.  Finished that by the time our meeting started at 8pm because we are lushes and then that night had a bit of an adventure.  Jen tells better stories than I do so go read it on her blog. The lesson of the night for me was that I will pay $20 for a cab before ever taking an LA bus again.  Subway or cab, that’s how I roll.

It’s supposed to “cool down” this week into the mid-90′s.  Happy I am not.

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Remember that time I sprained my ankle?

When I was a kid we used to always play some type of game where someone is injured and needs help and we’re in the middle of no where.  (Don’t judge, I grew up in Suburbia USA where nothing interesting ever happened.)  That game of pretend is now completely crushed, because I know what it feels like to actually be injured and actually be in the middle of no where.

Six of us went to Switzer Falls on Monday.  I figured it wouldn’t be a stroll in the park, but nice trails more or less, that lead us up to these waterfalls.

JK.

This would be considered the “trail” also known as a few feet of rock to walk on that drops a few hundred feet into the ravine below.  In order to get to said waterfall, we had to completely leave any type of sure footing and climb up and down sheet rock, fallen trees, boulders.

It was during this walk that I stepped on a loose rock and WOOSH.  Ankle went one way, I went the other way.  I was dizzy, seeing spots, and it sounded like I had my head underwater.  The pain was ridiculous.  My first thought was FK! If I can’t walk there is NO WAY to get back.  We were over two miles into the hike and we had lost cell reception while still driving there so there was no way to contact the outside world.  Someone would have to walk BACK to the base area, find a radio or something and have a helicopter AIR LIFT me out of there because the trails are too narrow.  I immediately decided that wasn’t going to happen.  I think the knowledge that I didn’t have a choice in the matter, along with the adrenaline, helped me finish the last two miles.

By the time I got home my ankle was swollen and by Tuesday it looked downright nasty.  It seemed to be getting better but I just sent my mom an “update” picture (see right–>) and she called me immediately with “THAT LOOKS HORRIBLE!” Geeze, thanks Mom. I’ve been icing it, keeping it elevated, staying off it when necessary and using crutches otherwise.  By Monday if it’s not better I’ll give in and go to the doctor.  It kind of hurts like a biatch.

#thatsallshewrote

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Gay pride, MTV VJs and Zombies.

This story all begins when @JenFriel and I decide to go adventuring with a girl’s night (because boys have cooties and suck at life).  We begin at 5pm and end up at Saddle Ranch (yes from the TV show) with four British blokes buying us fruity shots.

For those who don’t know, it was West Hollywood’s annual gay pride weekend and today yesterday was the parade.  Jen lives near the parade route so it was shut down to parking. I woke my ass up at 5am to try and find parking elsewhere — and SOMEHOW got an amazing spot just up the street.  By 6am the tow trucks were out like whoa.. BEEP BEEP BEEP.  Wanted to stab someone.  Then as they began to set up, someone pulled up in a truck with huge speakers and there is just jamming going on in the streets, in the apartment.  Dance party at 9am.  When we finally make it out we see the best. thing. ever.

Yes, that is a vagina.  Made out of pet beds.  Oh and this drag queen had a fucking AMAZING body.  Abs of steel and an ass you could bounce a penny off of.  Jealous.

Later that afternoon we’re kicking it with some mimosas, people watching, and Jen leans over and says “Dude, is that Dave Holmes from MTV?”

Shit, it so is.

She tweets him:

 

He leans over and says hello.  We all have a legit long conversation with him and his partner.  Two SUPER freaking awesome dudes.

Do you know how this day could get better?

 

Dave Holmes not only gives us a shout out, he follows us!  My fourteen year old self was doing cartwheels across the bar.  After that amazingness, the conversation turns ridiculously nerdy.  Everyone has heard of the guy who ate the other guy’s face and how it’s turned into a whole zombie thing.  Nerds take this shit seriously.  The proper weapon to us, the amount of force you would need, the knowledge of Map of the Dead.  Later on there was a heated debate regarding Mark Hamil’s lack of career post-Star Wars.  Tread lightly when talking crap about Luke Skywalker.  Them nerds get dangerous.

Here’s to weird, random and awesome weekends!

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