Two hours to go before my weekend officially kicks off. Two hours before I jump into my car and sit in traffic. Two hours... and counting down. This weekend we're off to another fun California location. After three years of surgeries and injuries and sitting around I decided that 2007 was the year we started acting like a couple. No more weekends at home spent chatting online and playing games. At least, not the whole weekend. I want to travel. I want to have fun. I want to start taking photography lessons... and need to practice my shot. I've lived here all my life and there are so many things I haven't explored. No more putting stuff off. We may not make it to Europe for a while but we can at least travel within our means. California here we come! Next stop: Salvang!

I'm a sucky touristy guide person. "jake:s been out here for over three years and the only places he's been is The Ghetty Center, The Long Beach Aquarium, The Renaissance Faire and the Santa Monica Halloween Carnival. To my *weak* defense I couldn't walk far before because of my back so I couldn't go a lot of places. But since the weight loss I am finally able to walk around relatively back pain free. No more excuses. There are a lot of mini road trips to take, so I need to get my ass in gear and do them. Our date night was a wake up call to that. Then there was the conversation with our mutual coworker. "J" wants Jake to go with him on a 13 mile walk for some sort of cause. All I remember is they get a Tiffany necklace at the end. It's going to be on Jake's birthday weekend, so "J" wanted to ask me if I had any plans for him. Nope! Take him away! I think it would be a great adventure to hang out with the guys and do this walk. "J" is super nice and it would be good for Jake to get away. Plus, it's in October... and I don't have plans past this Friday.

Date night turned into a lot of fun this weekend. We started off at Red Lobster (yes, I know...) and the conversation wasn't fun. After yet another week of not doing what he promised I gave up. It happens this week or he moves out. It was a tough decision to make, but I can't continue to live like this. I've never lived with someone this long and don't intend to shack up out of laziness. If he doesn't want to move forward, then he moves out.

After that conversation we moved on to other topics (I'm not one to nag). The biggest deal was about moving. It's time to get out of our little apartment and into something we can actually have company in. I want to be able to invite friends over, to move around the room and to have an actual dinner space. Right now we site at the computer desk or at the couch. It's unacceptable. The dinner was decent and I added my usual flare with dropping melted butter on my shirt. I ended up looking like a Super Soaker victim trying to clean it up. All class I tell ya.

After dinner we headed home. When we got into the car the temperature gauge read 94°. We left home at a comfy 68°, so it was a shocker. We drove over the hill and the temp went down to 64°. This is the biggest reason why I don't want to move to the valley. It gets so damn hot there. Anyway, we rounded the corner and hit a wall of traffic. Jake suggested we get off at Sunset and I started craving Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf's frozen mocha. Yum! After getting a bit lost (I hadn't been there in a while) we found the shop. It was on Montana Avenue, a great little beach community for upper to middle class people.

While Jake headed across the street to use a store's bathroom I waited for the drinks. Two woman and a young child came in and started to harass the counter guy. He was overly polite when she asked if he had a bathroom and stated they didn't have one. She got snotty. "What would you do if I just peed right here, all over your floor? Yeah, I know your type. But you don't know what I'm like." He stuttered, not knowing what to say. I jumped in, trying to save the guy, "There are TWO places you can find public restrooms, there and across the street... where my boyfriend is right now." She looked disappointed but managed to snap, 'You're so lucky!' at the guy before dashing out the door. Twit...

We grabbed our drinks and decided to take a stroll down the street. We walked ten blocks before turning back, admiring the buildings and laughing about being able to see our breath. All in all the night ended up being pretty fun. Last minute adventures are the best!

It's such a refreshing change to hear the rain. The air is fresh and everything is green. Plus I don't have to wash my car. :P My friends always tease me about preferring the winter over summer, especially in California. But I was born here, so its not like I CHOSE this place for the weather. If I had a choice I would have lived in Seattle. I'd have to see what the summers were like. I loathe the heat. I'm miserable in it. So is anyone around me.

Or so I thought... I started to crave this delicious chicken. They were buffalo chicken strips from heaven. It took me an hour to remember where the hell I had them. It's been a while since I had an actual craving, so I was determined to go to Black Angus and chomp on some chicken. Then... it rained. Most people might shrug and see no big deal. Those people don't live in Los Angeles. You spit on the road and cause a five car pile up. People just can't drive in the rain. It took us an hour to drive 2.5 miles. The traffic was insane. The only solace that I had was that I was almost home and they were stuck for at least another hour. Yeah, I'm evil like that.