I know this entry is majorly late, but please allow me to explain... I got lazy. Nobody was in the office on Friday, so I didn't bother to do my hair or makeup. Then I became temporarily paralyzed when Mother Nature came along and ruined my life. With that said, let's get this party started.Friday night I met up for drinks with a couple friends at Profile in Woodland Hills. This place seems to have an identity disorder- the exterior looks like a cool lounge, the dining area looks stuffy and fancypants, and the bar seemed like a posh pub.
Since I only ordered one Boddington's, I don't have too much to say about this place. Danielle and Chrystal ordered a Grilled Flatbread with roasted peppers, onions, and feta cheese. It actually looked pretty good, like a gourmet pizza or something.
This is Danielle. She's blurry because there was alcohol involved.
Like I said, not much to report on Profile. I wasn't in love with this place and not sure if I would come back.
...In Other Nonsense...
Things I did this weekend:
-Cut my bangs and my mom said I looked like Cheryl Burke.
-Cleared out some stuff from my mom's house for our garage sale. (A few weeks ago I talked my neighbors into having a neighborhood garage sale and i'm hoping to make some big $$$$$ (at least $30)). While going through my closet I found the following items:
A six-pack of Stella.
MacAweenie and Cheese.
And a creepy doll.
Disclaimer: The Stella was a gift that I forgot about. I don't actually hide booze in my closet. The MacAweenie was a gag gift from my Bachelorette party. The creepy doll was mine- I'll probably end up keeping her.
Hope you had a good weekend!
5 comments:
Nice pics, except for that doll. That is creepy!
You know, you do kind of look like twins. Nice!
thanks, Guy's Perspective! we don't really look alike though. the similarities end once you take out the sweaty-asian-face factor.
I. Would. KILL. to find a free pack of Stella.
Although, the psycho doll would probably scare me off. At least for a little while.
i think she was the keeper of the stella. ever since i brought her home, i've been hearing weird sounds in the middle of the night that sound something like "come play with me sasha... let's get wasted together..."
Stella is my favorite beer. Dang. We're fated, yo.
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