Saturday, April 25, 2009. We got up really early, 4:30am early, so that Kuda could give Chelsea a ride to the airport. I went along for the ride and the moral support. It was a sad morning, watching a fellow musketeer depart for the east coast, haha. I know, very cheesy.
After Chelsea got through the security gate, Kuda and I headed back to Flitz's, where I passed out for the rest of the morning. I made sure to set my alarm for 11am though because the Flyers played at 12pm PST and I was going over my friend Jean's house to watch it.
12pm came and I headed over to Jean's. Jean is a friend of mine I've known from high school. We use to practice dance together and about a year and a half ago, she moved out to LA to pursue her acting career. She's been doing pretty well. Her most recent credit is a starring role in a movie called 'The Telling' which was produced by and also stars the playboy playmates from the show 'The Girls Next Door'.
After watching the Flyers blow a 3-0 lead at home to end their series with the Penguins, thus ending their season, I was depressed. Jean and I decided to grab some good food at this Italian restaurant. After our late lunch, I started getting sleepy, so I decided to go back to Flitz's and take a nap. The nap never happened. Instead, I stayed on my computer and just browsed the interweb. Then I put on the movie 'Just One of the Guys'.
After the days I've been having, I needed a day to just relax. Flitz's roommate Nick came home around 7:30pm. After he got some online gaming in, and I finished the movie, we decided to go out for a walk around North Hollywood, looking for a place to eat. We came across this pizza place with a big sign that read 'Large Pizza only $5'. We figured, what the heck, let's try it out.
I felt like I was in a movie. The service was so bizarre. First, we decided we were going to order a large pepperoni pizza and a side of large fries. We sat down and waited. And waited some more. Finally, the guy came out of the kitchen and asked if we wanted anything to drink. Nick ordered a Coke and I ordered a Snapple. Because the fridge was broken, he took our bottled drinks and placed them in the freezer. I think after a total of forty minutes later (at least it felt like that), he came out with our pizza. The fries weren't done yet. Nick got up and asked for some pizza condiments, you know, Parmesan cheese, red pepper, oregano, etc. The guy said OK, and brought out our fries with some ketchup packets and Parmesan cheese packets. That's it.
I decided to take a shot. I got up and stood in front of the counter window. The guy asked me what I was waiting for. First thing I mention were the drinks. So he went to back and instructed someone else to grab our drinks. This guy then went into the freezer and grabbed our drinks. He then stopped to talk to a coworker of his for about two minutes, drinks in hand, while I'm clearly waiting. After his conversation, he walked towards me, stopped at the side table in the kitchen, and placed the drinks on the table and walked away. I started laughing because what else could I do in this situation. The original guy came back up to me and asked if everything was OK. I told him I was still waiting for our drinks. He grabbed for me and before he walked away, I asked if we could have some oregano, red pepper seeds, and garlic powder. He said sure, went to the back and brought out a small cup of garlic powder, and that was it.
We cut our losses, ate our pizza and fries, and went home. It was so bizarre. For a while, I really thought these people had mental disabilities. I'm not even trying to be funny. Ah well.
On the twelfth day, I rested. A much needed rest I guess. I'm still enjoying LA.
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