Worst Night Ever Man.

As many of you know, yesterday was Saturday. The day really started off on the right foot as I inproperly set my alarm clock, only to be woken up by a very polite, but dissapointed Barnes and Noble manager.("Ah, Matt...ah...its ahhh, almost 7...are you going to come in today do you think?) So after a brutal 3.5 hours in the 'coal mine', I headed back to the apartment to get a bite and await Hell...
For me, Hell is not a place of brimstone and fire, but its a place of denim and air-conditioning. The two are alike in that both seemed to be fueled by pain and suffering. bloomingdales could possibly be the worst job on earth. Yesterday I almost just walked out. Rediculous.
Anyway, I worked in Hades until 8:30pm, then headed home. My night was supposed to be exciting in that I was invited to a party in Hollywood. Before you start desperately seeking party pictures on the internet of me three-way kissing Paris and Nicole, allow me to tell you that the party was in Hollywood, it was not a "Hollywood Party". It was an opening for a theatre company that my friend Sean is a part of. He thought it would be cool for me to come down and meet some people in the bizz, and get a feel for the theatre they are creating.
Great. So I get home from a horrible long day of working, take a breather for about an hour, and then I get ready to hit the scene. I left my apartment in Sherman Oaks about about 10:30. Now Sean told me the party was ON Santa Monica...I thought he said it was IN Santa Monica. The two locations are about 20 miles away from one another. So like an idiot, I headed down the 405 to Santa Monica, then proceeded to drive around Santa Monica for about an hour looking for the cross street. It was then that I broke down, put my manhood on the shelf, and called Sean for directions. Sean, ever the gentleman, chuckled to himself and said, "Ah, dude, we're in Hollywood." It was at that moment that I realized, had I had taken the 101 south, I could have been there in about 10 minutes from my apartment in Sherman Oaks. So instead of taking the 405 back to the 101, I decided to take Santa Monica Blvd half-way across town to get to Hollywood.
Santa Monica Blvd was a horrible idea in that they were doing construction all night on the whole street, so there was delay after delay, then a huge concert got out at Hollywood Bowl which I had to drive through which meant people walking everywhere and extremely slow traffic.
After another HOUR I finally arrived at the party. I got out of the car angry at the world, and my legs were also asleep. I pretty much drove from Omaha to Kearney looking for this party and I remained inside a 12 mile radius of where I lived. LA IS AWSOME!
The party itself was pretty cool. I met a lot of girls who were: 1)my age or older 2)actresses/models 3)BEAUTIFUL. I also met one of the head make-up artists for X-men 3, and he told me all about how me had to work all week with Kelsey Grammer. The theatre director also gave me one of the finest compliments I have ever recieved. IT was terribly encouraging in this crazy city.
All in all, my night was pretty lame, but I learned a little more about LA.

What did you think of the night Mr. Little Jeans?
Worst night ever man.