celebrating America with hipsters

I love hipsters. I don't know that I would date a hipster, but I do love just being around hipsters and artists and musicians. Just all around free thinkers. It's just fun and refreshing. It's also funny. I mean, sometimes they go off on random tangents and about things they know absolutely nothing about, but they believe in what they're saying so compeltely and absolutely and you know that in their mind it makes sense, even though it makes no rational sense otherwise. This is how I spent my 4th of July. Well, the afternoon portion of my 4th of July. I went up to LA on the night of the 3rd, cause I was in the midst of a bar-related meltdown (about the BAR exam, not a meltdown while at a bar) and my dad called me to see if I was going to participate in our yearly tradition of a movie on the 4th of July. It seemed to hrut his feelings when I said I'd already seen the movie he chose, so I said I would love to see it again. And, since the movie was Eclipse, and I love a shirtless Jacob, I truly didn't mind seeing it again. And, the fact that the family bond which we have and made my dad called right when I needed him, made me think I should go up to LA. So, I drove up to my parents house, cause being there makes me feel better when I'm stressed out. When I got there, I tripped over some stupid drain in the garage, and skinned my knees pretty bad, and twisted my leg really bad. We were worried I fractured my leg, cause I'm so accident and injury prone, but it's finally starting to feel better today. So, the morning of the 4th was spent with my parents and a dreamy werewolf. Then it was followed by an hour and a half of notecarding. But let me explain why. My parents neighbors are around my age, and they were having a party. So, I sat out on the patio doing work, hoping they'd invite me over. They didn't. Rude. They talked really loud so I could hear them, but I don't know if it was necessarily for my benefit or if they thought the entire world should hear their conversations. It's hard to tell sometimes.

Around 3 I walked down to meet my friends at a party. My parents walked with me so I wouldn't have to battle the crowds alone. Normally I wouldn't mind the walk, but my leg was still killing me, and I do hate drunk crowds. There's no shame in my parents walking to the party with me. I tried to convince them to come with me, cause my parents are hip, but they said no. So, I met my friends at the party, and it ended up being a ton of fun. The party was packed with young drunks. But, they were all so hip and pretty. And Wesley Snipes was there. And some rapper named Kid Cuddy, who I don't know, but I recognize the name. I'm cool enough to recognize names of popular artists. One of my buddies played the guitar and blew the crowd away. I'm not going to lie, I totally dropped "Yeah, I'm here with the musician." But, that was followed by "I'm not cool enough to be invited to a hipster party on my own, but he got me in." I ended up talking to this hipster guy in a fedora, cause, come on, what else do hipsters wear? He was from Oregon. Seemed like a nice guy. He was kind of cute. He was pretty funny. But what I took from it is that I really need to work on my game. I'm a really, really bad flirt. I'm looking at these situations as reason to improve my game. Well, we left the party, I just kind of walked away from Fedora Guy without even saying bye, and went to get burgers at this great dive bar. Then we went back to the party for a minute where I ended up chatting with this awesome chick who works in the music industry managing undiscovered bands. Well, they were undiscovered to me and most of mainstream America, but I guess they're discovered enough that it pays her bills. She was awesome and we bonded over our shared love of Anthony Kiedis (yes, I dropped that I awkwardly interviewed him for E! Entertainment once) and Steve Miller. Her grandparents were recently inducted into the rockabilly hall of fame. She was pretty cool. And, she didn't even mind that I was a nerdy lawyer. I gave her my card. See, I need to work on my ability to give DUDES my card, and not chicks. I don't swing that way, and am not frustrated enough to consider it. So, then we left that party and walked back to my parents house and watched fireworks with my parents. I felt awkward walking up to their house with a Tecate in hand, but, it's about time they know that their daughter is a classy girl who drinks only classy beers. We walked by 100 cops, and I was surprised each time I didn't get a ticket for walking down a public street with an open beer can in my hand. I guess they didn't even want to think about starting down that path with people, cause they'd get carpel tunnel from writing so many tickets.

Oh, and did I mention how I geeked out over a girl that was with us? She was my friend's girlfriend's friend. (Do you need a diagram for that??) Well, she's my new friend. But, I totally geeked out, cause she a Deputy District Attorney (AKA my dream job) in Orange County (AKA my dream jurisdiction). If she worked in the Sex Crimes unit, then she'd have my 100% dream job. But, she was super cool and I picked her brain all night about applying for a job and the bar and all things in between. When the Comic wanted to go talk to Wesley Snipes, but was embarassed I pointed out that I just got nerdily excited over meeting a lawyer, so I think he was ok to go talk to an actual movie star. He never did. I should have just gone up to Welsey Snipes for him. I failed my friend duties!!

All in all, it was a great day and night for me!! And it was symbolic: my independence from boyfriends past. No more TB. No more Marines in general. No more Cop. I'm tired of trying with all of them and getting no where. The Detective still tells me to be patient with the Cop and that he'll come around. I think she's mistaken. I think she wants to think that he digs me, cause she knows I'd enjoy hanging out with him. But, there comes a time when reality must take over, and hoping for something that isn't necessarily happening is just a waste of time. If any of them call, I'll be nice. But, no more effort on my part or hoping that something will happen. Plus, my horoscope was "Men in uniforms are not you're friends. Trouble is easier to find than you think, so don't go looking." I think that applies to all men in uniform. No more. I need to focus on the Bar, and then in 3 weeks, I can worry about being single. I mean, it'd be amazing to have someone here right now to calm me down when I'm stressed and to let me cry out my fears of not passing and all that, but that's not going to happen. And, at least I have my parents who I can do that too. It's not the same, I know. But, maybe it's better: less drama and I don't have to interpret what their actions mean. I know what it means: my dad wants me to pass so he can stop paying for me.