Feel The Peel

So I was sitting at home feeling sorry for myself since I am having probably the most depressing Thanksgiving holiday EVER - but then I decided to take my bike to the shop for a tune up and a bike lock. I love my bike - probably more than a person should love their bike, but I haven't ridden it since I moved here because #1 I was afraid of the hills and #2I don't have a lock so I couldn't actually take my bike anywhere and leave it. It is a very cool bike and any sane person would be tempted to take it - even me had it been left unattended. So I made my way up and down the hills - wasn't too bad and then navigated down Hollywood blvd - past the 101 exits and entrances and onto the the boulevard where the walk of fame starts. I felt like a bad ass - guys on their choppers were giving me the nod of acceptance and I was mowing down tourists as they had their heads down staring at the stars which bore names of folks I was sure they had no recollection- which was the most fun! Last night I stayed home (no friends here, no car) and watched old movies - I watched Sabrina -totally outdated, but I love the clothes that were designed for her by that French designer whose name is escaping me - but her gown for the garden party is my wedding dress - in my next life. Anyway she mentions that she needs to be in the world and of the world instead of just observing the world and that is exactly what I did. Plowing through the tourists I felt like I had become one of the attractions on the boulevard - a local freak and I liked it. I got to the bike shop and there were some cute tattooed boys working there. I made an appointment for next Saturday and they hooked me up with a bike lock (that isn't easy to operate, but I will figure it out.) It turns out that one of the hard looking bike shop workers spent two years at Tokyo Disney working as Prince Charming - he tells me that he doesn't admit that to a lot of people - I have a way of getting the deep dark secrets out of cute boys....so I took off with my i-pod on and went back to my house and drank a glass of lemonade. So I don't have any plans this weekend while everyone else is running around having a great time seeing lots of people, or having romantic getaways in Tahoe or Mexico. This is my life - it is what I make of it and nothing is going to happen if I stay on the sidelines feeling sorry for myself. Well my mechanic just called and my car is ready. I am going to hop back on the Peeler and go to the bank machine to pay the guy in cash and then hope that I can fit the bike in the car once I get there. Life is good. There is always a corner - even in the darkest and narrowest of alleys. Na-na