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Riding in the Car with Me(l): Summer Edition-Bike Rides

The sun was powerful and angry.  He wanted to bust through that ozone layer and hit me directly.  Would I allow him? Probably, gurrrrl, ya’ll know everyone looks better with a little sun-kissed glow, mmmm kay?!

It was just to darn hot! What is an unemployed girl to do in such heat? POOL IT UP.

Noticing my bike had a flat tire, I ran over to Brandon’s and  asked to borrow Margo’s.

“Brotally Mel! I’ll ride with you and get some laps in gurrrl”

So off we were, Mel and Brandon, Brandon and Mel about to take over the Sherman Oaks pool, one bike ride and backstroke at a time.  I must first preface, the saying “it’s just like riding a bike” is not ALWAYS true.  There are certain things to keep in to consideration prior to muttering the words.

1.  Is the bike too big/tall? If so…you may have a problem

2.  Do you know where the breaks are?  If not…you may have a problem

3.  Can you reach the breaks?  If not… I think you know where I am going with this.  Let the story continue…

“Brandon! I don’t know if I can ride this bike! It’s too tall!”

“Mel, quit being mexican and pedal! pretend you are pedaling to make tacos or something”

So pedal I did.  Until I notice…the crowded narrow sidewalk.  SHIT.  How am I going to get through there?!

OMG I am going too fast. CRAP! My aunt’s black jean side bag from mexico is falling, crap! move bag! move!!! OMG, is that a dead pigeon!? AHHH The light post! WTF is a shopping cart doing here!? (homeless man’s home) oh crap I’m going to fall, NOOOOO Not into the LA River! NO!!!

swerve to the left, swerve to the right, swerve again to the left over the curb onto traffic

WHERE ARE THE BREAKS?!?!??!?!?!?!? I’ll just use my left foot as a break, my flip-flops will protect.

“AHHHHH BRANDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“GEEEZUS Mel, (gag) what happened?! (gag)”

“Brandon, I have a dead pigeon’s feather flapping in the wind on my half torn off toe nail.  I couldn’t stop.”

As I continue to pedal to the pool I can’t help but replay that moment in my head.  I let out a loud laugh.  you dummy…

My eyes meet my wounds and blood continues to pool over my toe, alas the feather still flaps in the wind…

Good bye cute pedicure, hello bird disease?

I’m a baby.

xo,

mel

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American Electric Tattoo

When you are unemployed and sitting around on a Wednesday afternoon what else is there to do but get tattoos? And tattoos we got.

We had been talking about getting wrist tattoos for about a year and a half and last Wednesday took the leap. It wasn’t that either of us hadn’t gotten tattoos before we each have one from when were 19 and trying to be defiant. You guessed it they ARE both butterflies!

A couple friends of the QueenPins had gotten tattoos at American Electric and raved about them so we knew it was a good place to check out. American Electric is in Silver Lake in the Sunset Junction part of town. Not only was everyone really cool in there they also have the most reasonable minimum I’ve heard of in LA. Just a mere $60!

We both got tattooed by Tyler Borich who was great. For something he could probably do with his eyes closed he still made us feel comfortable and still held a conversation and joked around with us. We were able to walk in and with minimum wait were able to get tattooed. Depending on the day and what you plan on getting you may need to make an appointment.

Jess Says: 

From the point I decided I was going to continue getting tattoos  I had decided I was going to get things that actually meant something to me. I was 19 and the simple fact of being able to get a tattoo on my own is what drove me to get tattooed in a man’s apartment. But hey! I’m here to tell the story. This time around I wanted a reminder.

After much thought I decided on Love and Faith on my wrists written in my own handwriting. Here’s the thing they are common words and as cliche as wrist tattoos get. Trust me I know this. However, I’m a Christian and Love and Faith are two things that I know I need in my life at any given moment. When life is harder than you want it to be the two things you can always count on having are those two things. Not only Love in the sense of personal relationships but giving Love to others. Smiling at a stranger in the street, especially in a city like this one, can mean the world to them. Love is free and should be constantly given to others and yourself. Faith in knowing that whatever is going on it will be better on the other side. Faith in God that He’ll provide and Faith that I was given this life for a reason and that everything will be okay.

Having these somewhere I will constantly look at and in my own writing will hopefully cause me to live out the actions instead of just talking about them.

Chances are within the next year I’ll have another tattoo…since I’m already sketching it out. Stay tuned!

I went in public looking like this…

Britt Says: 

When we got to the tattoo shop, I was still on the fence on what I wanted permently inked on my body.  It was between my last name and “Always Love”.  My last name has always been a big part of my life.  ”Wait, that’s your real name?  Like the drink?!” I just wasn’t sure if I wanted it on my wrist.  But like Jess mentioned, having a wrist tattoo with the word Love on it isn’t exactly the most original concept.  But I knew in my gut that it was the one.

When I was in college I was a speech minor and took a class called Interacial Communications.  I have to admit, the reason I took it was because it was a summer class but only a week long (5 days, 8 hours a day, a semester worth of credit).  But in the end, I got so much more than I bargained for.

The class was one of the most intense weeks of my life.  It was the first time that race was discussed in heated battles everyday.  It was the first time I cried in class, saw teachers crying, and stories of extreme heartache were shared freely.  Our class was tough.  Filled with people full of rage against others just because they were different.  We all fought and like I mentioned, most of us cried.  But at the end of the week, you would not believe how much we all came together.  People I had seen on campus before and never thought I would meet, now knew my name.  It was one of the most amazing and eye opening experiences of my life.

The following year, one of the teachers I had for the class asked if I would come back and be a teachers helper.  I graded journals and listened to the other classes stories.  I watched all of them become a big family just like my class had.  One day one of the teachers told a heartfelt story about a time she was young and segreted against because of her skin color.  Again, we all cried.  After her story she passed around a basket full of tiny red glass hearts.  ”Keep these with you always.  Just as a reminder to Always Love.”

I have had that red glass heart in my car now for over 5 years.  It made the journey with me to LA.  I’ve never lost it, which is unbelievable.  But I’m so glad I haven’t, because I need a daily reminder to Always Love people.  We have no idea what others have been through or what they have seen.  Some people are so full of hate, that it’s easy to hate them right back.  But why?

Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all sappy on you.  But this is the reason why I got what some others may call a “cliche” tattoo.  I wanted it in a place that when I’m about to scream and honk and flip off that guy that just cut me off, that I don’t.  That I  realize everyone has had their own battles.  I should just smile no matter how mad I get and  realize how lucky I am.  To remind myself that I am Loved and to return it right back.

Gone but not forgotten…our bare wrists! 

American Electric Tattoo

3532 West Sunset Boulevard

Los Angeles, CA 90026

(323) 664- 6530

americanelectrictattoo.com

- J & Britt

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Neglect.

I HATE neglecting my loves.  LAQP being one of them!! It just sucks when life gets in the way of things you used to once be so adamant of.  LA Queen Pins, I have not forgotten about you! I love you still.  It’s just that, well, it’s not you, its me.

GAWD! Did I really just use that line on my own blog!? But for real though.  I find myself having to schedule phone calls with family members.  Who does that?!  I guess when you are working full-time on 2 different projects and planning ahead for the 3rd one, some things fall in the cracks.  #busy

I hate that I have not paid attention to our blog.  If this was a child, I for sure would have been reported to DCFS by now.

So this is my open apology to my once (and hopefully will be resurrected) love.  LA Queen Pins.  I will NOT neglect you.  I will bring you back to my life.  And I will love you again like I once have.  I will.

xo,

Mel

sorry.

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A New York State of Mind

This morning I woke up from a dream about New York City.  I can’t remember exactly what the dream was about, but I was there.

A few summers ago, Mel and I traveled to NYC to visit one of our AWESOME friends.  We spent a few days there which consisted of: hardly any sleep, eating delicious food, walking all over the city, visiting a film set, meeting Rob Pattinson, staying at bars that were open almost 24 hours, parks, cab rides, Mel using her wit and sassyness to get us into restaurants, and oh yeah, missing our flight home.

It was one of the BEST trips of my life and I’m sad that the memories from it are starting to fade… Mel, shall we plan a trip back for this summer?  ADVENTURE TIME.

Hipsters

ROOF ACCESS

Mel and I missed our flight back to LA shortly after this...

Check out my old Blackberry! And Mel's legs...

LA, you’re ok too. I hope I’m not hurting your feelings. But yeah, I need to get out of you for a couple days… And stand on the roof of a building and see another NYC sunrise…

LUV,
Britt

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I’m old. I’m happy. I’m sometimes drunk.

I’m a 26-year-old single white (mexican) female, living in LA,  pursuing my dreams.  And I’m happy.  Sometimes I’m not, but usually, I am so unbelievably happy.  I’m happy with my job, friends, weather, health, so far so good. yay! Happy!  But then moments occur that make me think out loud, Melissa, YOU KNOW BETTER.  You know all too well about consequences.  1+2 will ALWAYS equal 3.  ALWAYS.  There is no way around that.

You would think that at this point in my life, I would know certain things about myself and my surroundings.

1. During heartache/break-up don’t watch the Notebook.

- I always watch the Notebook, and I cry, and I cry and I cry.

2.  Always have a hearty meal before consuming alcohol.

-  I rarely do.  Correction, I eat what I think would be enough.  It never is.

3.  Stuffing a toilet with paper will cause it to clog/overflow.

-  Duh! I knew that!

4.  Control yourself.  You are 26 years old, not 20.

-  I let loose.  Sometimes too often.

5.  Set a timer when you bake.

-  I like to imagine myself as Julia Childs and think that I have an internal timer, beep! Oh, soufflé is done!   It is NEVER DONE

6.  Expiration dates are on eggs for a reason.

- … :/

7.  If I wink at him, he will wink back.  (if you build it, they will come mentality)

-  THEY NEVER WINK BACK.

8.  If the room is spinning you are going to throw up.

-  Got it.

xo,

mel

I'm really attractive.

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Some Days Are Hard…

But then you just need take a look around and see the palm trees and mountains.  That tends to make you feel better.

LUV,
Britt

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Riding in the car with Me(l):Nail Polish Chippings

Ever since I was a little girl I have bit my nails. I’ve tried every trick in the book to stop. I’ve rubbed tabasco sauce on them; only made me love spicy food. I’ve tried wearing mittens; only made my hands sweat. I’ve lost hope. Short nails were just going to be my thing. I needed to move on. Until I came across nail polish. LIFE CHANGER!

With nail polish, I didn’t want to bite my nails, I didn’t want to ruin the masterpiece that had been painted on them. I needed those bad boys to grow and be shown off! I needed and wanted long nails. That idea lasted for about 3 days…

Flash forward to present day as I am pulling into the gas station biting and chipping my red polished nails. I usually find myself nail-biting when I am stressed, have something on my mind, or anxious. Apparently I am in one of those current states. Who knows.

bite. chip. bite.

pump gas.

hand sanitizer.

I walk up and go in to pay for my gas and that’s when I notice Steve (I don’t know his name, nor does he look like a Steve, but Steve the gas attendant sounds cool) giving me a strange look. Not the kind of strange look that he often gives, but one of concern. I take that look as, I am concerned that you may look TOO good today. Oh well…Back to the car, back to the nail chipping.

But as I continued my trek into Hollywood I couldn’t stop thinking about Steve . Steve, what was with that look? Why didn’t you offer me a lotto ticket like you always do? Why was our encounter…uncomfortable!? STEEEEEVVVVVEEE!!!

I open up the mirror on the sun visor and there is it. The reason for Steve’s look. The reason things were different between me and that gas attendant that fine morning. A mirror never lies, and there it was. Blood Red nail polish chippings all over my face. Lips, cheeks, nose, jaw; everywhere. I looked like a cannibal. Like a rebellious vegetarian. Like Patrick Bateman but with out the protective rain coat. I looked like a MONSTER.

OMG what

Oh man… yup. That was on my face….

So maybe all I needed to do was brush some of the chippings off. And maybe I didn’t look like a monster. And perhaps Hannibal Lector can keep his title. Ok, so all I DID have to do was brush off some red nail polish chippings.

Whatever. I need to stop going to that gas station and need to check the mirror more often.

xo,

mel

p.s. I guess I could work on not biting my nails too…

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Riding in the car with Me(l): Rob Pattinson

I’ve decided that many of you understand that I am a bit weird eccentric .  A BIT.  But as I  was driving to work today I caught myself interrupting MYSELF in a story I was having with MYSELF.  This made me think… Melissa, maybe you’re MORE than a bit weird…

Which brings me to a new series I would like to call, Riding in the car with Me(l), where I share stories, thoughts, ideas that occur  while riding in the car…. Enjoy!

My encounter with Rob Pattinson at a bar

It’s been one HELL of a day at work, I just need to go and grab a drink.  Yea, I know it’s a Tuesday, yea I know I’m going to a bar by myself, whatever.  I need a drink.  I roll up to some hole in the wall bar and plop down on the dingy bar stool, this bar looks like I will NOT ONLY leave with a buzz, but also hepatitis.  This bar is really dimly lit, not many people, ‘GAWD I’m glad I came, this is just what I needed.’  I get up to use the rest room, on my way back I accidentally brush my open purse against someone but continue towards my stool.  A gust of wind sweeps by and I feel a hand grab my arm.  I seductively whip around, my hair does some slow mo, Quentin Tarantino meets Fabio movie thing and I look up.  In front of me is a man perfectly proportioned; chiseled jaw, eyes I can get lost in for days and a smile that makes my knees go weak.  ”I think you dropped this”  Our hands meet as he hands me my wallet, I can’t take my eyes off of him…  ”Do I know you from somewhere?” (clearly I know where I recognize him from) No words are spoken, we just stare and smile.  Suddenly we are the only ones in the bar….

Then I hear multiple horns going off and realize I have been sitting at Cahuenga and Barham for two lights… SHIT!

xoxo,

mel

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^^^ think about it….

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