This is becoming a tradition....

Apr 03, 2008 - 00:37 AM PST

So, it seems as though these late night writing sessions are becoming a thing for me. I did a little more work on our little story. But again, its really late (3:30) and I haven't even reread through this so, just be warned before you continue on.


The Girls and the boys
The first time we went out should have sent up some flags that we were going to be a dramatic little group. I had come our acting class a couple of days late because I had been in new york and was flying back the day after class officially started. And it might not seem like it but those first few days, well, if you miss them its like being back in freshman year amid all the seniors. Everyone already knows everyone and the little groups have already begun. Well sarah, Claire, and Nicola were one of those groups. But, they just had a feeling of connection with me so they right away knew that we would be great friends (or so says Sarah). Anyways, for our first little outing all together, we went to this crazy little mexi bar outside of the city. It was crazy packed and full of loud drunk college kids and just plain strange people and with a mile-long line out the front. But, as would become the custom, we four walked up to the door guy, smiled, chatted a little, and walked right in. Well, like I said it WAS packed, but when we sauntered out onto the floor, people noticed and moved aside to create our space. The night was filled with dancing and laughing and lots of drinks. Later, we walked out to the patio to get some air. We found a table and sat, more drinks, more laughing. Then these girls came up to us and began making a scene with Nicola and Sarah, something about when they had all been at the bar waiting for drinks, who knows. But words were exchanged and then these chicks up and stole our drinks! Just picked them up and walked away! Well, it was on. We were pissed. So, Claire and I slipped over to our newfound friend at the door. Told our little story (maybe embellishing a little) and five minutes later those girls were being escorted out of the club and back into the night. Just like that, in one night, it was decided. Our little fierce foursome was formed.

We developed our little routine. Class began at 9Am, so the days went something like this: we woke up about 8, showered, threw on something that could pass for an outfit and ran out the door. We piled into Sarah’s car and flew down the 101 dodging cars to make it to school by 8:30ish. Then came the vital part of the day; there was this little coffee shop right next door to class, this was our little lifeline! Every morning brought a large mocha, which was sipped at the same table every morning while we each were curled into a chair still trying to figure out if we were actually still alive. Then off to class, vitamin water in hand so as not to pass out. We would leave around 3:30 and it was off to some hole in the wall café or shop for lunch with our fellow actors. Its funny, how dedicated we were to those daily lunches when half of us really couldn’t care less about the others. But like any acting class, you become like a family. You have to get close and comfortable with one another as you are basically exposing yourself to these people everyday. After lunch the afternoon, held script readings, memorizing lines, rehersals, more coffee, most days on the west side of santa monica pier while lounging in the hot sand. Around 6 it was off to dinner and then to the showers. By 10:30 we were walking to meet up with a promoter to go to one of our usual hotspots. This, of course, meant flirting (with the promoters, bartenders, doormen, to keep them loving us), drinks (always free), dancing (it was our form of exercise) and pictures, lots of them (to remember things in the morning). We’d stay until last call and then it was off into a limo or a cab with whoever had the best afterparty invite. This usually took us up into the hills, convenient since it meant a short cab ride back home when we left, which was absolutely necessary since not one of us was working. Our heads finally hit the pillows normally hit the pillow around 4:30. Then at 8, we’d start this process over again. Looking back, despite all the truly fabulous times, I do wonder how we made it through, must have been all those mochas and the vitamin waters.

We had two amazing months of that life. But then it was time for Claire and Nic to go back home to London. To commemorate, we all went out one last night to Tokyo with Sexy Steve (one of the main promos we ran with). This was one great night! Of course we were in VIP as usual, but tonight, the club was filled and the people were great! We danced and drank the whole night, mingling, meeting new friends for the night, and making sure that about every other moment was captured in a photo. Nothing could bring us down that night, until 2 o’clock rolled around and it was time to file out. That night Claire was to go see this guy she had met earlier that week. He was this Israeli army boy who was in the states for just a few weeks. Sarah was of course jealous, because as she often pointed out, even though she was jewish she had “never fucked a jew!” Nic had shamelessly flirted with this hot bartender all night, who we only know as Baker Boy. He’d given her his number but she was too chicken to call him. So, I put on my fake English accent (which it was a miracle that Baker Boy was drunk too because let me tell you, that accent of mine wouldn’t pass for a second on anyone in their right mind) rung him up and arranged for me (nic) to come over. So, we all left the club and made our way off to our destinations. We left Sarah at her building. Nic, Claire and I walked on to the hotel they were staying at and I would be crashing at for the night. When we arrived Claire went across the street to see the soldier boy and Nic and I went into the room to try and find something for her to wear to see Baker. Finally she was off and I could get some sleep, but as I turned out the light, Claire came storming back in.
“hey. Your back fast.”
“I mean seriously! What the fuck man!”
I slowly pushed my body back into sitting position.
“No luck with Soldier boy?”
Claire sunk onto the bed, pulling off her heals.
“I go over there and he’s got his fucking friend there!”
“So?”
“Its only a studio! There are no doors! We did it on the toilet!”
“Seriously? That’s kinda funny!”
“Well, I think we broke the damn toilet!”
“You what? Claire you’re the size of a toothpick! Its not possible”
“No, for real, the things coming out of the fucking floor now”
I stared at her for a moment, and then we just collapsed on the bed laughing hysterically.
“I can’t believe you broke his toilet!”
“I know! Oh god! It’s a good thing I’m not going to have to see him anymore.” She chuckled. “Hey, you get to have the bed to yourself tonight since Nics gonna be with that guy. That’s good.”

The next morning, I woke up to Nicola creeping back into the room.
“Hey lady! How’d it go?” I whispered.
“Oh god” she moaned “I don’t want to talk about it!”
She climbed into her side of the bed just as my phone rang.
“Baker Boy” I said handing it to her.
“Just turn it off. I can’t deal with him right now”
Sinking back down into my pillow, I turned to face Nic.
“So what? He was that awful?”
“Well, I didn’t think so the first time. Last night I actually had the thought that he knew what he was doing.”
“But?”
“But, this morning he wanted to do it again”
“uh-huh”
“And it was terrible. He was terrible. I think I might have actually fallen back to sleep during!”
I buried my face into the pillow laughing
“Its not funny!” Nic hissed shoving me a little “I’m traumatized here!”
“I just think its funny. I was a little jealous of you and Claire with your boys, but Claire had to have sex on top of the toilet and your guys only decent when he’s drunk out of his mind!”
“You’re just awful! I really hate you, you know that!”
Claire sat up “What’s going on?”
“Nic, its your trauma. You tell her” I said rolling over to get a few more minutes of sleep.
“Its nothing” She said “I’ll tell you later. I need to take a shower. I feel disgusting!”
“What happened?” Claire asked as Nic shut the bathroom door.
“Well, it seems last night Baker Boy was fine. But this morning, was, um, not so fantastic.”
Claire started laughing “And we thought we were going to get all these hot American guys!”

That day was spent packing the girls’ things up for their 8am flight back to London the next morning. As Sarah and I said our goodbyes before we left that night, I think we all knew that LA would never be the same without our two favorite English beauties.