Boy Diaries

This is my ultimate favorite "Boy Diaries" moment that I lived last night at La Cita. A couple of friends and I were celebrating a friend's birthday there. The evening started with an awesome Mix tape that I made for my friend and this nice picture frame that I got her, because she enjoys taking pictures. I was very happy that she liked her present, because she opened it in the car. This time we didn't get lost going to the place we had directions. We played the Mix Tape that was titled:

Ready Press Play

1.Rebel Girl                                  Bikini Kill

2.Date With The Night                  Yeah Yeah Yeah's

3.Call Your Girlfriend                     Robyn

4.Patins                                          CSS

5.Yes, I Want To Lose Control      Luna is Honey

6.Abducted                                    Cults

7.669 (I don't know if you know)    Neon Indian

8.The Only Place                            Best Coast

9.Let's Go Surfing                           The Drums

10. I Won't Share You                    The Smiths

I am not going to ramble on, but when you are single and trying to find someone to potentially date perhaps, a club is not the place to meet someone. This used to be my mentality until the coolest thing happen last night. My friends and I we were hanging out in the patio area talking and laughing and there were a lot of attractive men, but of course some were already taken. We did get approached by some guy thinking that I was a friend of his called Rebecca and wanting to know if we wanted to join his party, but my friend politely declined the offer, because we had our own party going on. 

The music was beaming people were dancing, talking, and drinking. I thought for a moment that the night was going to turn pretty awesome with all of us dancing not anticipating to talk to any of the men there or waiting for someone to ask me to dance. (I have already establish that I can dance by myself.) We continue hanging out in the patio and we see the security guy kick out some guy that was being disruptive the nice thing that my friend took me out of the way avoiding me getting knocked down.

Let me fast forward to the moment that I hear the song of "Joy Division" starting and I tell my friend let's dance and we go. I truly luv the song "Transmission"... We start danciiing and having the best time when out of nowhere this guy with a denim jacket and white shirt is dancing next to us, but eventually he moves to dance with me. I had seen him a couple of times passing by just thinking that he had a cool style, but it was soo cool that he wasn't shy to dance. I was having a blast, because this never happens in my regular life, so this was icing on the cake. Then the dj changes it up and puts Devo's song "Whip It." Then the guy that I was dancing with tells me about some book that the band makes reference to that inspired the song "Gravity's Rainbow." I reply with "I didn't know that, but that's a good reference to know." We continue dancing and the song ends, by this point the other guy tells us "high five" to my friend and I for dancing with him. ( I totally high five him, because I wanted to "high five" someone that night.) The happy man leaves us and that is when the guy approaches me and we start talking. 

My friend leaves to hang out with our friends, so we are in the middle of the dance floor talking. He was an illustrator that only works in black and white. I was really interested in his art work and of course I had to ask the question if he was a "frustrated artist" and he sounded genuine when he said that sometimes when people take credit for things he has done. I think the biggest highlight of the conversation was that he likes to read books and he was intelligent. He wasn't boring at all I was just curious about the type of art he made.
He does glass blowing, sews, printmaking...etc. A total Renaissance Man of this century. Then it was time to leave the patio area and go inside the club and we walked together and I asked him what his name was and  he said "Daniel" and I told him my name and we shook hands.

I had to leave him for a moment, because I had to find my friends and then the Birthday Girl was not feeling to awesome and we had to go. So if anyone knows this "Daniel" that went to La Cita last night or likes going to Punky Reggae can you guys let him know that I forgot to say "Thank You" for dance and that I truly will like to be his friend. Let him read this blog so he will know who it is. "Looking for Daniel!"

Boy Diaries

  I went to Part Time Punks two weeks ago when they had David Bowie night. I truly love to dance and have the best time possible when I go out with my best friend. I am trying to make the best memories possible and on this particular night it started off like usual us getting lost. (I have to admit it was my fault, because I told my friend to turn on this random street that did not lead us to Sunset but somewhere in Vermont.) Yes we were lost for about 20 minutes but the good thing is that we were able to cruise the night streets in search of the Echoplex...Seriously I am bad with directions. But then my friend had an awesome idea of getting on the freeway and she remembered that our exit was Glendale/Echo Park...Once off the freeway my friend was making a right turn..but I was able to save the day when I saw the sign on the left that said Echo Park and yipee we ended up in the right place or else we were going to continue being lost and never making it to "Part Time Punks."

    Once we got in the club the night started a bit slow. I had forgotten that people started showing up to the club at 11:00 oppose to 10:30 (ha, ha). My friend went to get a drink and we were just checking out the scene like we usually do and talked. When this guy with a "Smith's" t-shirt says "hi" to both of us. We reply and smile politely lately we are on our quest of making new friends. (ha, ha)
Anyways our night began when the guest dj was going to start his set Jose Maldonado from Sweet and Tender Hooligans and that is when my feet went loose for some danciiing. I wasn't going to stand all night waiting for some guy to ask me to dance. I am over that already if boys rarely asked me to dance in my teenage years and quinceanera parties what makes me want to stand in a club that I paid to go in and dance. I stopped being afraid of danciing alone and that made me super happy.

My friend and I were having fun dancing when she gets the idea of wanting to talk to some guy who was holding his drink and not dancing at all. I told her that it was cool. She asked him to dance and I felt very happy for her. The biggest highlight of the night is when my friend tells the boy she is dancing with that I should dance with his friend. I was okay with that because I felt bad for the guy, because he was just standing there. I only danced one song with him, because the night was coming to an end and it was closing time. (I will write a part 2 for this post.)

Art Show

Dear Friends,

If you have no plans on August 4th and you want something fun to do please come to "The Average Joe" art show featuring my brother's art. It's an all day event and I hope to see you there and get to meet you.

Crush Sound of The Week Denver - Lo que quieras

Boy Diaries

I always hear complaints about ladies saying how men don't like commitment. But I can rest assured that there are men out there that are willing to take their relationships to the next level...Yes! my darling friends the eight words that spell  "M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E"...One of my real good guy friend's proposed to his girlfriend this week...It made me super happy, because his fiance  is one lucky lady because he is such a niiice man that will love her and respect her.
This is the first time that I get the fun details of what "men" go through when they pop the question just what they are feeling through the process of this and my friend said, "That he was very nervous and he thought his heart was going to burst, because of the nerves."
What a beautiful detail of a moment and it is going to be a "happy ending" like in fairytales.

I am so glad that boys get to ask girls to "Marry" them, and plan out this important step of forever afters, and it is very, very sweeet that there are boys out there that dream of this day...

Woot Woot for Boyssss/Men!!

Boy Diaries

There's different things that make me notice a guy whether it is a shirt, or a hairstyle. I honestly, can't narrow it down to one specific thing. But there's "guys" that just pop out from a crowd of people. Many times it is not intentional on my part that I am looking for a specific type of guy, because I am working on a novel and  I want to paint a sincere aesthetic of how men's styles are.

The coolest thing happen a couple of weeks ago when I was heading to "Make Music Pasadena" festival. I took public transportation. It was a great experience because the purple line, connects to the red line, and then the gold line. I was just trying to take in the whole experience, because it was my first time heading to Pasadena on public transportation and that is when I noticed a "guy" that was wearing a black beanie, a long sleeve blue jean like shirt, black skinny jeans (more like jeggings),  he carried on his shoulder a brown tote bag, and his skin reminded me of snow (a la snow white). I have to admit the "guy" was attractive and he was waiting for the red line, but I had no idea that he was also heading to the festival. Once, the metro to union station arrived we all walked in. It was quick to get there and then we all walked to get the gold line. I stood at the terminal waiting for the gold line to come. I tried not to look too much at him, but he seemed like a confident man with his brown tote bag and knew he looked good. When the gold line arrived a few minutes later we all got in and headed to Pasadena. I sat in a different part of the train so I didn't get to ride with him in close proximity, but when we arrived to Memorial Park I noticed that he was ahead of me in the wave of people heading to the festival and I lost view of him when he went up the stairs.

Then yesterday happened when I decided to got to "Star Wars" at Dodger Stadium with my brother and my cousins and we took public transportation. Once again we needed the connection of the red line to get to Union Station we missed it by a couple of seconds...and we waited patiently. It didn't take long for the red line to make an appearance and we got on in the pact train and when the train made the stop to "Civic Center"...out of the blue I noticed from the window the "guy" with the black beanie walking with his bike in the terminal. This time he was wearing brown boxy type of shorts.

If anybody happens to read this blog and lives in LA and knows him let him know I said "Hi"...