Posted by Little Girl Big City
on December 21, 2011
, Mid Wilshire
Scene: An office sitting in front a computer, Mid Wilshire district Los Angeles
At work, on a break I was checking in to the latest thought bubble when I caught glance of it. But first, a bit of a back story to the back story. In my reality, there are mythical creatures amongst us- they are the artists, the entrepreneurs, the ever sparkling ones that when you come across make you believe in magic. One young man in a far off land called Portlandia is one of them.
This fox made a cameo ages before this grand appearance via a tweet circa December 27th, 2009:
“You’ve gotta have your heart break really hard before you can really know what you want.”
Combined with the endorsement from this magical boy, I looked further to find out that this was also magical company. I began following her exploits immediately but it wasn’t until this day that I would actually start the path of knowing her outside of that online realm.
I rarely get the guts to approach women. I’m not sure what happened that day. Oh I know what it was… it was the allure of pancakes and bacon. Her tweets popped up as I entered my update. I fear, I don’t always catch things. She was talking about how she’d bought a cupcake perfume but it smelled of pancakes instead.
“What kind of person is drawn to a girl that smells like pancakes?”
“Me. I guess it sucks to be you.” I tweeted.
I laughed as the updates continued.
“I should save the pancake scent & wear it after bathing with bacon soap under the solar shower at burning man. Boy, I’d be a hot commodity.”
God I love e-pancakes.
Posted by Little Girl Big City
on December 20, 2011
, Los Angeles
Scene: On the Rox, Hollywood
“I was informed that the party tonight will be a costume party.” I told Mo as I got the text.
We had wandered the streets of West LA in search for that certain something but hadn’t quite found it.
With a bit of his help however, I was on my way: clad in a smile, caution tape, white lace gloves, heel, skirt, and long jacket. Tonight was going to be fantastic.
It was back when all the technology someones were still introducing themselves. If you weren’t there, it was almost as if you didn’t exist. It feels like ages ago. So many of them have gone to bigger and greater things. Have you been keeping track of all of them?
Making a statement was paramount. So what better way for a girl known as “Scandalous” to make her mark?
I pulled up to the bar sometime right before ten. I watched as friend after friend entered the bar and walked up the stairs dressed in the silliest and sexiest garbs. Afro wigs. Pimp outfits. Hawaiian shirts. Captain hats. Guns and foxy drapery. I am ever so lucky to be surrounded by such colorful and inspiring minds.
The most glittering and upcoming people in the Los Angeles tech scene were here in Hollywood shining up the stage. We chatted. We drank. We watched one by one go up on the stage and belt their lungs out. And then it came time to nearly say goodbye. We all gathered onstage and joined in chorus as Mark Jeffrey grabbed a hold of the mic.
This truly was the father of all karaoke parties.