How Bazaar

So already veering from the plan, last night the same friend and I went to Bazaar at SLS - a very trendy restaurant in LA. Breaking all rules of trying to be frugal with the money we don't have and focusing on getting the jobs that don't exist we hit a breaking point and went to the next extreme. This restaurant was so over the top...so LA. A menu reminiscent of the fab Philly eateries Amada and Tinto - full of spanish and modern tapas - and an atmosphere so ridiculous I actually thought it took away from the food. It made me realize that in LA having a great meal falls second to being seen at a cool place and that place is likely to be dubbed uncool just as quickly as it takes to sign the check.

Let me just explain how insane this whole scene was, or rather, how bazar. No two chairs or tables were alike, some were decked out in faux fur and others in luxurious velvet. It was a hodge podge of madness, they tried to create a museum type atmosphere with all the plates and glasses they use randomly placed in glass containers to appear as art...all for sale of course. They made us switch tables to a different area for desert and we had like 4 different waiters. The food was really, really good but the whole vibe made us forget...until the foie gras cotton candy came and that was beyond.

I woke up today feeling that same hungover feeling and have meetings all morning (not interviews, meetings) and have to make a flight directly after that I am sure I'll miss. The reason I brought up this dinner was that now I feel like I really need to focus on finding joy in the little things - like dinner parties thrown in my own kitchen with food I make myself and wine that is actually good but costs less than a fur coat. A glass of crappy tempernillo cost 16 bucks...how Bazaar.

When we left to get my car from the valet, a very creepy british/arab guy approached me to tell me how beautiful my friend was. He was a close talker and a creeper and I almost punched him in the stomach that was actually touching my arm - that's how close a talker he was. The whole thing was just utterly bazar, so I suppose the place fits its name.

I'm actually starting to resent myself for having been all these places and seen all these things because now all I do is point out the flaws in everything new I experience and compare - it's like I'm jaded by the world. From now on I will find joy and comfort in the little things - I promise on Monday I will try to change the oil in my car or fix something, I've really had enough.

Ports had great gilt stuff today but I'm thinking of going on gilt strike because I found out anyone can join now - it's not invite only.