People watching.
Last night, I ventured into Hollywood with the regulars looking forward to 90’s throwbacks and a good time. What I found was a small bar swarming with hip Asians and two creepy older caucasian men ogling all the pretty young female things. I may not have found them so creepy if I hadn’t overheard them mention something about an “Asian fetish” as they edged up to the bar beside me to buy drinks.
Attempting to party on Thursdays is so daunting now that I’m an old lady who has to try to be at work at 7:30am. My Friday night will be spent in sweats, catching up on the unseen TV in my DVR.
