When you hit the bottom… You fly to San Diego to see your Unicorn Twin, who promptly tells you she has purchased tickets for us to go to LaLa land the next day.
My jaw drops because, when I think of LA I think of tan, thin, horrible people who have all gathered in one spot to try to out ego each other.
“It’s gonna be awesome!!!!” Unicorn twin screams as I shake my head no.
“We’ll be back Sunday. Monday at the latest.” She nods yes.
We head to the beach. Which naturally turns into an all night bond fire followed by, hey, it’s 6 am, Let’s go to Lucy’s! (Surf bar)
At 10:00 the twin realizes we have to leave.
“How are we getting there?” I inquire as I try to throw things into a smaller suit case.
“Ummmm…. we’re taking the bus.”
Now, the only buses I have ever taken are in Aspen or Vail, so I think, meh, no big deal.
We arrive, get our tickets and board. It wasn’t exactly like Vail or Aspen, but I’m pretty good at making friends. Even with walls, so I knew we’d be fine.
We laugh and talk and drink Gin and Juice that the lovely gentleman next to us shared with us, listened to Easy E, and rapped for two hours.
When we are about to arrive, I ask where our stop is.
Unicorn trim mutters something about Downtown, she thinks third street.
The Gentleman next to me goes, “Shit darlin! You didn’t know where you are going?”
The look on my face clearly indicates a strong No.
“You going to Skid Row!” He bellows.
Twin says something along the lines of “Oh shit, really?!”
Everyone around us begins laughing. And twin says something about getting an Uber, no big deal.
“No Uber comes to Skid Row!”
I look at Twin with a serously-fucking-really stare.
We get off the bus and twin sets her purse down to find her bag. On Skid Row. Shocking not shocking, it was gone two seconds later.
So, we walked seven blocks with our new friends, drank a beer, I bought them all pizza, and Twin and I walked seven more blocks to get an Uber.
Cause we got friends In low places. Jenny from the block ain’t got shit on me.