Sitting here, having to leave for work in a half hour. After yesterday I’m dreading going in. And the dress code for today is ‘black tie’, so really fancy. It’s hard trying to put together great outfits when I have nearly a half sleeve to cover up. This is why I wanted to work at the Hollywood one, where it’s way more laid back, versus the uptight Beverly Hills one. Whatev.

All I know, is I need to sell my ass off today, because I have a lot of redeeming to do.

“She rolls up on tour, in a tiny black dress and a pair of platform heels. She strutted around, head held high, for an impressive 12 hours. Right as I was walking her to the front of the hotel to leave, she falls flat on her face, in front of everyone. She laughed, got back up and continued to strut to the door. I learned everything I needed to know about her from the way she handled that one fall.”

For some reason, the story of how Mike and I met keeps being told lately. So here it is:

My roommate, Summer, had a boyfriend in Texas (where she is from) and he came out to LA to live with us and record his bands album, before they take off on tour across the country. Patrick and I become really close, and he was always trying to hook me up with all his musician friends that would come to town. Decemeber rolls around, and Patricks band is ready for tour. I missed the only show in California, because I ended up getting sick, so I decide to go to the Vegas show. We get there and I set my eyes instantly on this long dark haired boy with tattoos all the way down to his hands. My roommate had told me about him (he lived in Texas) and that I would love him when I met him. The first thing he says to me is something shitty about one of my tattoos. Somehow I end up alone with him after the show. It was instantly like we were together. We spent 12 hours together in Vegas, running around casinos and laying in bed talking. The sad reality was that I had to go back to LA, and that he was on tour (and lived in TX). 

Once i got back to LA i felt genuinely heartbroken. We kept in contact, and I slowly found out little things about him.. like he had a girlfriend of 4 years that he lived with, and also had a 3 year old daughter (with someone else). He would occasionally disappear for months and months at a time, but he was always always on my mind. The odds were against me, but some part of me thought somehow, someway we would be together. Flash forward to a year and a half later and he finally ditches the girlfriend, moves to LA, and we’ve been inseperable ever since. 

Everyday it’s still so surreal to me that it worked out, and that he is here. A year and a half of skyping and phone calls and texting, wondering if it would ever lead anywhere. And somehow it did.