Today was another gorgeous day in paradise. By the time I woke up at 7am, the entire living room was already filled with sunlight. So beautiful and energizing. P was up already studying (her usual mode these days), and we kicked off the morning with fresh juice, yogurt, and fruit. We planned to do yoga on Ocean Beach at 11 (I told you this is the life!), but around 10:30a, her buds C & N called inviting me to breakfast. Haha, yeah I had already eaten breakfast but heck, that didn’t stop me from going out for round 2. I scarfed down an entire egg sandwich. I had a great time catching up with C & N. They are such good listeners. Probably too good even, because I never seem to shut the fuck up after I get started with them.

After we returned from breakfast, P joined us for a bike ride along the water. Yup, the weather could not have been more perfect. I borrowed their neighbor’s bad ass, monster beach cruiser (in matte black, of course), and we were like a fucking gang– the four of us cruising down the bike path. Beach livin’, I tell you: it’s goddamn luxurious.

After the ride, P went to class, so I tagged along with C & N on a trip to South Coast Mall– yup, an uber souped up shopping destination near Irvine. Shiit, we went into the Tiffany’s, and holy crap, I had no idea people actually frequented that store!! The place was packed!! And the salespeople were on it. I must have been approached like 4 times in 15 minutes. Couldn’t they see that I was wearing a cheapie Forever 21 pleather jacket? I can’t be affording their jewelry and baubles?!?! Sheesh!

What else. We scoped out a tattoo parlor near The Camp. I am continuing my tattoo portfolio research. Ugh, this is the second shop I have visited only to be disappointed by the level of detail. At this rate, I’m thinking I’ll have to go to an artist featured on one of the tv shows. Who wants to bother with messy lines and ugly designs? I have no idea how the steps will appear towards my tattoo dreams.

Btw, we had some interesting conversation at dinner tonight. Over a tasty meal at the local Vietnamese pho shop, we talked reproductive ailments and conditions. I suppose the topic was fresh on P’s mind following her 3-hr nursing school lecture. Our poor waiter, I dunno how many times he swung by the table only to hear dinner-inappropriate terms like vagina, douching, discharge, and halitosis being thrown around casually. Guess that’s what happens when you dine with a nursing student, a medical translator, and medical office ops manager. Apparently nothing is off limits with these ladies! Yup. All my friends are fucking hard core. Step off if you can’t handle it!