Nirvana brings Merry Merry and Bobby Brown Together and Casey Affleck loves breasts

Although I'm no longer in LA, I still have friends who live there. Either they're all about their shit and are truly going to make it, or they're just slumming it up and living their life...kinda what I was doing, but I feel they are a little bit more dedicated since they still live there and I'm here in Chicago just working and L.I.V.I.N (click on the link if you have no idea what I'm talking about).

Anyway, I had to work for the past 8 days for a tired ass pay that's barely getting me by, but I take it. On the ride home from work two days ago, I received a phone call from a dearly missed LA friend. She's my favorite and something like my best friend that always has some sort of crazy story that makes the tired ass pay worth working for. I believe this story to be the best, in fact, she should stop telling me stories because it would ruin this one.

Merry Merry (yeah her name isn't really Merry) was at one of her boyfriend's shows in what's considered the boonies of California's Los Angeles County, The Valley. I'm not sure of the name of this particular place, but since she was in The Valley I'm sure it was something cheesy like The Spot or The Juke Joint. So her boyfriend plays his set and she's waiting for him and the other guy in the band to get their shit together and leave. She's waiting at the bar with another band girlfriend when this guy shows up. Merry Merry would talk to a plant if it approached her, so needless to say she began talking to this guy while the other band girlfriend stared in disbelief.

Clearly engrossed in the conversation, Merry Merry hadn't noticed that the other band girlfriend had left and told their boyfriends what Merry Merry had failed to realize: Merry Merry was talking to Bobby Brown! 

Yes THAT Bobby Brown! Whitney Houston's very own ORIGINAL KING OF R&B...yeah. I'm guessing she finally looked up and saw that it was The King. However, in true LA form she didn't freak out (like I would have) or ask him about his prerogative (or for an autograph), she just pretended that he was a regular dude at a bar.

Then came the WTF moment that nearly killed me: Merry Merry looked down and noticed that The Original King was wearing a pretty original Nirvana t-shirt. Being from Seattle, Merry Merry went into this mini-rant about how Seattle-ites are born and bred to love all things grunge, especially Nirvana. In this scenario, The King was wearing a Nirvana shirt that Merry Merry had never seen before, so she asked him where he got it from. The answer: Kurt Cobain.

Really dude? Really? 

But he didn't stop there, "Yeah, I went to see them in concert and got a chance to go backstage. Kurt had on this t-shit and I asked him could I have it. He just gave it to me."

How awesome is that? I mean really! How awesomely random is that? Merry Merry at some lame ass Valley bar, minding her own business, when Bobby Brown shows up and tells a ridiculous story about that time he stole a shirt from Kurt Cobain!

Want to know what's happened to me since I've been in Chicago? I was sitting at my desk at work when Casey Affleck walks his socially awkward ass past me after my eyes bugged because I clearly recognized him from that one movie. I'm sure I saw him staring at my boobs...Oh goddess I hate Merry Merry!

Jimmy Fallon Thinks Marie Is Awesome

My former roommate Marie, I believe I've written about her before, is still doing her thing in LA. After quiting that shit hole of a cafe we both worked at from 2008-2009, she moved on to a pretty popular cafe in West Hollywood named The Blu Jam Cafe. She told me shortly before I left that it was frequented by a lot of well-known folk, but me still being in my "Hollywood is poison" funk, didn't give a shit. Now all of a sudden, I care. 

Jimmy Fallon was recently one of her customers. I'm sure Marie wooed him so much with her awesomeness, gun tattoos, and crazy hair, that he couldn't help but fall in love with this enchanting little rock pixie. 

Jimmy posted this pic of the drink Marie did for him on his twitter, and I'm very impressed. Apparently, Marie started to take her coffee very seriously. I'm loving it.

Congrats Marie, you're officially something like a big deal!

I'm A Criminal

I have done so much wrong in my life, that I'm surprised I'm not locked up and asking my mother to send syrup in my care package. 

I'm not going to sit here and type out every little detail of my criminal past, that will be dumb ass hell. What if one of the loyal legion is one of my victims? Oh no! I'm not going to be the new fish at a lady jail for the sake of a good story. Just know I'm something like a rebel. 

One of the great things about being a rebel, is not judging people before you get to know them. That is exactly what I did when it came to Jackie, my partner in crime. She was my first LA (and only) native. She's a fast talking, tatted up little pixie, with a bull-hooped nose ring. She's so punk rock and I'm so not. We look like we don't belong anywhere near each other, but I'm glad I met her. She's cool as hell.

I met her through my roommate at the time, I've mentioned her before, Marie. I might have known Jackie for all of five minutes before she told me the truth about someone I secretly knew was borderline crazy. In the end, we both were right about said person, and hopefully he/she/it will no longer be around when it's time for me to move back to LA.

Jackie is in New York City now. She started a blog about her new life in NY called Jackie In The (Other) Big City. It's really good! I hope when I visit (either Jackie or other NY friends) that I will be able to check out a $5 dumpling. I love a good dumpling and I miss shenanigans. 

For Paige...

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