My idol

I wanted to be Pat Benatar when I was a kid. And Olivia Newton-John (but that's another story for another day).

Remember in Fast Times at Ridgemont High when Stacey says all the girls in school look like Pat Benatar? Yeah. Good times.

Ew. Just ew.

Have I ever told you how much I dislike this show? And especially Kate? I can't stand the way she talks to her husband. She's a nag, a bitch and a bad person. At least I think so...

But I do like watching their clips on The Soup. Joel McHale makes everything better (meow meow!).

Cherry wine?

Yanni and friends

Have I told you about my neighbors? I don't think I have. Gather around and bring some snacks (wine coolers and nutter butters will do just fine, thanks).

I love where I live. Really, I do. My neighborhood kicks rump. My apartment is cute (albeit wee and a bit dark) - but it's large enough to host the Housewhores gatherings (and that's all that matters, right?). I have no complaints about where I live. Except for...the neighbors...

I would like to introduce you to the cast of characters:

1. "Young Fox" lives diagonally across the courtyard and is in his early to mid-20s.

• when we spoke in passing last week he said "Oh, you're the one who always has groups of women over, right?"
  
• when I came home around 11 PM on Tuesday night I saw him walk out of his apartment in his boxer shorts (sans shirt) and head to the laundry room
• IAH says: he's a douchebag

2. "Old Lady" lives across the courtyard and is in her late 70s or early 80s.

• chats me up every chance she gets
• always notices when I've changed my hair (even when I really haven't)
• knows everything that's going on in the complex
  
• IAH says: she's a very sweet lady, I like her (but she's clearly lonely)
  

3. "Yanni" lives above me and is in his 30s or early 40s.

• The Gooch of the complex
• has had yelled at both Old Lady and Young Fox
• is the loudest yawner EVER (hence his nickname)
  
• not only yawns loudly but in quick succession - and it kills me
• IAH says: he's a boozehound douchebag (a lethal combo)
  

Mas sangria, por favor

The never-ending (and always tasty) quest to find the best sangria in town.  It's hard (fruity, boozy) work but somebody has to do it.  And that somebody is IAH.

Last night Michael and I had dinner at Esperpento.  The tapas were delish (except for the potato and onion number - that was less than premium).  I extra loved the spicy potatoes and the asparagus.  Michael wanted to marry the plate of ham sandwiches (or at least spoon with them).

But let's get down to what really matters:  sangria.  Consensus was that the sangria at Limon is still tops.  And this sangria had cubed oranges (with peel).  I accidentally chewed a piece and it wasn't pleasant :(

Delirium Tremens

Had beers last night at Cafe Bierre with Jemmy and Elsie.  Super fun!  

I thought the night couldn't get any better after Michael Jackson's "PYT" came on the radio (and you know how I like my Michael Jackson...).  But when Jemmy confessed she once cried because she came to the realization that she'd never be able to marry Michael Jackson, I almost lost it.

He doesn't know it...

...but he's my next boyfriend.