The Best Date of My Life...

Yesterday, after weeks of planning, me and Rian finally had our date. He picked me up at about seven and we made the trek back to LA. We ate at an Indian restaurant but I honestly don't remember the name, it was on Sunset though, nice place. So we ate, some, and boxed the rest. We had decided to pass it on to a homeless person if we found one (I know right, as if we wouldn't be able to find one in LA). A vegan homeless hungry person. We imagined our search..."Excuse me sir, are you vegan? No? Nevermind then."

After dinner was done we went for coffee at StirCrazy, we had lattes (his regular, mine soy). While sitting outside we had the company of several Russian's and a bulldog who tickled my foot by smelling my shoe, I was even more tickled when a friend of the owner told me that the dog only went for nice shoes. Then we witnessed one of the Russian guys putting one of the Russian girls into his trunk, she seemed all too willing. It was hillarious because after she was helped out of the trunk she was laughing so hard that the dog started to attack her. They had smashed a waterbottle to use as a ball for the dog and when someone threw it the dog took off running after it and pulled the chair with him, throwing it up in the air. It was absolutely fantastic entertainment.

Now these Russians were doing a crossword puzzle, but not with any luck. And me and Rian had been trying to think of something else that would be fun to do. So we decided to get a New York Times to get the crossword puzzle. So we did. And to avoid these people thinking we had copied them (which we had) we decided to drive down to Insomnia (another cafe), alas there was no seating there and we had to make a change in our simple plan. So we ended up at a bakery and sat outside with our Heart-shaped truffle cookie and our crossword puzzle. We had almost fininshed when the bakery closed up so we moved again, this time to a bar.

A Korean businessman bar to be exact, called Prince. We sat and finished the crossword with plenty of time to spare, so Rian got his Hike and I, a glass of water. To explore our creative sides we started to draw on all the pictures in the paper. After finishing that, the paper covered with extra hair and a few penis' in random places, we started to change the headlines to suit our new photos. We changed almost every single headline in the Entertainment section. We had gotten so used to changing words that when we left the bar, the first thing we noticed was the different ways you could get the signs to say dirty things. I laughed so hard that I snorted, and I doubt I will ever live that down.

Getting back into the car, the smell of the Indian food reminded me that we still needed to find a homeless person. So we drove down Wilshire, spotted some questionable homeless people, but decided they were just waiting for a bus. Finally after a few miles we found a bundled up woman and Rian jumped out of the car to hand her the box of food. She was writing and Rian decided that it was probably Maya Angelou and that she just happened to write like that.

We needed to find another place to go since neither of us were ready to end the date even though it was after two, so we decided to try Insomnia again. But first we had to drop by his place so he could get a cigar and I could meet his new Robot Vacuum, who was sleeping. Insomnia ended up being closed, so we drove by StirCrazy, which was also closed. No luck. So we ended up back at his place where we sat at his front windows while he smoked his cigar and we chatted. After the cigar we busted out the keyboard and banjo, I was wicked impressed, he seems to do a bit of everything this guy. And after "jamming" for a little while we decided to draw. So he pulled out a huge drawing pad and we sat and doodled while we listened to some Dylan on vinyl. After the drawings were done, we chatted for a while and then realized it was already almost five in the morning. Time to call it a night. So he drove me back home, and that was the end of my fantastic spectacular first date with Rian.

Six in the morning. Eleven hours. Rian and Me. Best fun ever.