#WTF: About last night ... can I get a rundown? (Actress from Clueless, Skeeball, making out like 11th graders)

Wow. Wow. Wow. I had like the funnest date ever last night. Seriously ... I'm going to be conservative in my estimate, but I'd say top 5 ever. Yep, true story. Here's the song that goes with the post ... 

YES YES YES YES YES! This song is winning on so many levels it's an entirely new gameee!! 

Okay, so first up ... I have to give this duderino a nickname.

Nickname ... nickname ... nickname ... Ah yes, Hot Startup. 

This duderino is not only gooooorrrrrggeeeouuuuussss but works at a super popular startup so it has a double entendre. huh? huh? See what I did there? 

So I've known this dude for a while, we've been friends on all appropriate social networks. Then we bumped into each other at a geek event not too long ago, he gave me his personal number told me we should kick it, I texted him ... we went out, had a great date, then he asked me out again earlier in the week and we arranged to go out Friday. 

Now, it's Friday aka last night. 

He texts me in the afternoon, I know nothing about what we are doing or anything.

::text:: Do you like red vines? 

::typing:: Sure. 

::text:: good! see u at 830. pick u up

::typing:: okay! 

HMMM where does one eat red vines? I wonder. AHHH!! yes, he must be taking me to a movie. Really? a movie I thought? Can't be - why didn't he ask me what I have seen. Alrite well whatever, just prepare for an adventure Friel, you're going in blind on this one.

8:30 rolls around, I finish getting ready topping off my outfit with black leg warmers over my Blowfish shoes ... 

<tangent> Dudes it was SOOOOOOOOO cold in LA last night!! Like for reals! Being from Connecticut I used to make fun of people for thinking 50 degrees is cold, but it for real for real is. Your blood thins, man. </tangent>

He calls to let me know he's outside, I finish writing my post and jet out the door.

I get into his car.

Hi, I say with enthusiasm and a hug. 

Hello, he says with a smile. 

I inhale as we embrace. UGH! He smells so yummy, he smells like a dude - which is totally a good thing because he is one. 

We make small talk in the car before I finally ask, so where are we going? 

To an 8 bit art gallery, he says. They're doing a red vine celebrity portrait exhibit. 

WHHHAAAATT, I say. 

Yeah, it seems pretty cool, thought you'd enjoy it.

Um, this sounds AH-MAZING! 

We then laugh like in a cheesy romantic comedy as I place my hand on his arm initiating the touch barrier. Good job, I think. 

<tangent> I can't handle planning dates. I just can't do it - I don't plan anything in my life, but it doesn't mean that I don't want someone else to do it!! My added value in the world is getting people excited about things, being a bundle of energy, and having fun anywhere I end up. Planning how I got there is never ever ever my value add. I don't do it with my friends, and I DEFINITELY don't do it when it comes to dating. The fact that this dude planned the date = big big big brownie points. </tangent>  

We head over to the gallery and OMMMMGGGGGG it was the coolest thing ever ... look!! 

That is made entirely from red vines - I shit you not. 

Well red and black vines technically speaking, but you get the idea - the entire portrait is done in licorice.

REEEDDIIIIICCCC!!! 

We then both start talking about the marketing opportunities for the red vine brand in general.

More artists should reach out to brands if they have ideas like this, and obviously can execute accordingly. I'm sure the artist could get a really rad sponsorship from red vines. 

Oh totally, he said. 

We then toured the facility, all of the portraits, finished our drinks and headed towards the door.

I forget exactly how the conversation started, but one of us mentioned Little Tokyo, and I started FREAKING out going omg omg omg they have the most EPIC arcade there!!! 

I know! He exclaims. The one inside the mall!! 

YEAH! And it's open super late!! So rad! 

What's your favorite game?

Skeeball! I say. I grew up a skeeball MASTER!!! Used to play it at Scooters in Bristol, CT. Rocked the tickets out of those machines!! 

He laughs, I love skeeball, skeeball and pinball. 

I then think, hmmm ball joke is in there somewhere ... like balls there, do ya buddy? Meh, no that sounds lame. Note to self brush up on comedy, say nothing, and finish conversation. 

We walk towards the car. 

Next up is this place downtown called Bordello. One of my favorite bars. 

Perfect! 

He then puts on his glasses to drive, and I coo at how sexy it is. 

He laughs showing slight embarrassment. Dudes, glasses are effing HOT! I lost my last pair in Vegas, but I'm a big big big fan of 'em, and refuse to get Lasik just so I can still wear them!!! 

We pull up to Bordello, and hot startup looked confused.

They must have moved the door - oh no, worse - it looks like they've changed owners. It's now called the One Eyed Gypsy. 

Sounds good to me, I say! Let's go have an adventure. 

Alrite! 

We then park the car and head into the bar. 

Really really really cool ambiance, very gypsy-esque. He then tells me how it is similar to how Bordello looked, but Bordello was a bit ... darker. 

It's still cool though, he says as we walk up to the bar. 

We order a round of drinks (I get the riddler's punch - which is their version of Sangria). 

We stop to listen to the live band, and he then stares me up and down, stops and says, you look REALLY hot tonight. I just have to say. 

Well thank you, leg warmers are sexy and practical. RAWWWRRR!! You don't look so bad yourself I say with a cheesy wink.

We move over from the live band and walk into the back. 

I then hear a game of some sort go off. 

As we round the corner, I then see two skeeball machines RANDOMLY in the bar.

SHUT. THE. FRONT. DOOR. I scream. 

WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!! We were just talking about skeeball. This is INSANE! 

Let's play, he says! He then goes to the bar and gets some quarters. 

This is literally my new favorite spot. Are you FOR REALS?!?! Skeeball in a bar?!?! Whaaattt!!! I then look over at the other team playing, and spot a familiar face. 

OMG OMG OMG OMG!! I think!! It's suck and blow from Clueless!!

I couldn't think of her name off the top of my head, but you know the scene in Clueless where they play suck and blow - she was the asian girl that initiated the game. She was actually the token asian chick there for a while, also appearing in Bring it on and Can't hardly wait. 

She appears at :34 minutes in ... 

<tangent> I have a very very very freaky talent being able to recognize people. For reals, household name celebs don't really do anything for me, but obscure B and C listers are totes the cats pajamas!! For reals!! Dudes, I dated David Lipper aka Viper from Full House. Not mad at the dude, he's an INCREDIBLY talented actor - but I sought him out on Mypspace, and then he made the first move by commenting on a photo of mine - hahahaahhaahaha! I love love love me some random obscure celebs. </tangent>

Hot startup then comes back. OMG OMG OMG OMG I whisper in his ear. It's the chick from Clueless!!!!!!! He then hands me quarters to put into the machine. 

I grab the balls as I think to myself, this is a life moment Jen Friel. You are now playing skeeball (THE GREATEST GAME EVER) next to the chick from Clueless. Take a deep breath, and let it all sink in. 

I play the game scoring a mesasly 170 and continue sipping my sangria. We then walk out of the game area and into the back. 

Flashes of light break through the darkness of the club. 

OMG, I say - it's a PHOTOBOOTH! This place is for reals the coolest bar ever. 

Let's go in, he says. 

He gets change from someone in line as I sit down on the super small stool. 

Big butt + super small stool = not fun. 

He sits down and puts the three dollars in. 

You ready? 

Yep! I say with a smile. 

First two pics I smile, third one I turn my head to kiss his cheek - he grabs my face kissing me passionately. 

The third and fourth picture snap.

OMG OMG OMG, we are making out I think.

Good kisser ... nice pressure ... solid tongue action. Not too shabby. 

The photobooth ends, and we get up to walk out. 

I am woozy for a second. 

WOW! Great fucking kisser, I'm kinda dizzy. 

We then wait for the pictures, and about five "I'm now smiling like a 5 year old on Christmas" minutes later the pictures develop. 

We stay at the bar for about another hour, chatting away. We both have a ton of weird and random LA stories - so the conversation flows very naturally. 

He then closes out the tab, and we walk outside. While waiting for the pedestrian light at the crosswalk, he grabs me and kisses me again .. even more passionately. 

OMG OMG OMG OMG! Life moment again Friel. This feels AAAHHHHH-mazing. Breathe breathe breathe. 

The light turns and we walk over to the car. We stand by the car and start making out next to the car, then inside the car. 

Let's go back to your place, he says. 

AHHHH no, I say. I can't. No casual sex. 

I break from the sexual haze and say, dude! It's totally working too!! I'm attracting super different people - from an energetic perspective I really feel like I'm about to knock it out of the park. 

I then realize I am talking way too much and say, I can't take you home, but let's find a parking lot. 

He smiles as he puts the car in drive and we round the corner. 

We find a lot (well lit, but isolated. For reals man, be careful when it comes to make out sessions in cars. You don't want to be in TOO isolated of a place or peeps can try car jacking you. Gotta be smart about that, man. We were in downtown!!), and he pulls me into the backseat. 

OMG OMG OMG, I think. This. Feels. Amazing. The song Animal from Nickelback starts playing in my head. 

UUUGGHHHH this song turns me on. 

We then proceeded to make out like 8th graders in the backseat of his car. 

When I say that, btw, think back to ALLLLL of the shit you did when you were in the 8th grade. Mind you this was the late 90s for me - but I'm talking first base, rounding second. 

A few minutes later he whispers something in my ear and suddenly we became 11th graders and as my head flew back in ecstasy I think ... OMMMMMMMGGGGGGGG this is the greatest date ever. 

The things he did to me should not have been legal. HOLY SHIT that felt amazing. 

I then returned the favor, and one fully steamed up car later - I open the car door crawling out of the backseat one satisfied chica. 

OMG OMG OMG OMG. Life - you do not suck. 

He then drives me back home, and we kiss goodnight. 

I get out of the car pulling my barely there dress/ shirt thing down strutting my stuff in my leg warmers and Blowfish shoes. 

I don't turn around to wave, opting instead to play it cool. 

Best. Date. Ever. I thought as I got home and sent him the IMDB link for the Clueless actress on Facebook. 

I am so. so. SOOOO proud of myself for this date, nerds! I didn't have sex with him!! YAY for self control!! Albeit, we did more than I have been doing on most dates - but it would have been REALLY easy at that point to say yes to bringing him back to my apartment, but I didn't and this morning it felt REALLY good waking up by myself. 

Good job, Friel and good job Hot startup!! Amazing. Amazing. Amazing date! 

#yaylife

#WTF: About last weekend ... can I get a rundown? (Playboy Mansion details)

OOOHHHH my goodness gracious acious nerderinos - what a weekend. First off, thank you room for the fact that you have now stopped spinning. That took a really long time, haha.

Alrite, first up - Saturday ... the Playboy Mansion. You ready?

Lemme get a song going ...

Perfect, and so true. 

Alrite, now a little bit of a backstory ...

I've been going to Playboy parties for years years years. I got invited to my first one in 2005 by a party promoter (I moved to LA in 2004), and after I got into that first party, and was apparently cool - they kept inviting me back (all via email, they have my super super super old school gmail addy). It's one of these things where if you don't suck all the "right" people will make sure you're taken care of - and pretty much give you full access to all of the cool shit going down at the mansion. Really fucking rad - and I'm really grateful (especially since that shit be free yo!).

(You can view my pics from Playboy parties over the years on Facebook here)

Every year though there is a judging of sorts to these parties, and if you're deemed "hot enough" you'll get in no problem.

For some god awful reason, I have always been the only one of my group of friends to ever get an invite and get a free sponsored ticket. (Anyone can go to these parties, but be prepared to fork over a grand a head.) It definitely pissed some of my friends off those first few parties, but now everyone is just used to it, and I'm used to going alone. Dudes, this is how I meet SOOOOO many new people. I do shit completely by myself and sort of throw myself at whatever I am given and no matter what I end up having a blast. I'm an extroverted loner, going to parties knowing no one and walking out with everyone's life story is my THING!

Alrite, that's my backstory, now we can move on.

So, Saturday I had my invite to the party, and this year just grabbed a spirithood, slutty black dress, my super comfy booties from Blowfish, put eye liner on my nose and managed to piece together a pretty solid costume ...

I'm a naughty red wolf ...

Dude, biking gives you the BEST. BUTT. EVER!!! That thing is getting so perfectly perky. So rad!

I am still not driving as I have yet to pay off my 5 parking tickets, so I had to take the city bus to get to the mansion. <tangent> Dudes, I'm totes not mad at it, but based on sheer principle I can't justify dropping $2500 to get them paid off, PLUS my registration, PLUS a tune up for my car since it hasn't been driven for a year. I'm giving myself a deadline of January - but for reals, after surviving off of $10 and only $10 for a year, it's a minor inconvenience, yes - but taking public transportation for 11 months has also taught me a lot about life, and I plan to write a thesis on it when I'm done. </tangent>

Before getting on the bus however, I set myself up with a loverly treat of some beer in my Vapur bag so I could pregame on the ride over.

I got this from speaking at the 20SB conference in Chicago, but it is LITERALLY the greatest thing ever. It's a water bottle that folds up completely. It's this bag thingie that is designed SO well, and can totally fold up in your purse after. It's definitely more eco-friendly than solos, and I'm not mad at it!!

I then started pounding back the brewsky while some rather interesting characters started to board the bus.

 

Directly in front of me is a slutty snow white, over in the front of the bus is a dark angel of sorts, and to my right (not pictured) was a 5 year old girl.

She was a really really really big fan of my costume.

She kept petting my fur, and talk about AWKWARD!!!

Dude, where's your mama? This dress is so tight and so short ... a little 5 year old girl should not be exposed to this!! I then quickly realize that her mom is actually sitting next to me. Would you like to swap seats, I ask pointing to her daughter.

Oh no, she's fine - she said. She just really likes your hat.

It's not a hat, it's a spirithood! I thought!!!

Fine fine, keep drinking Friel. The awkwardness will subside.

15 minutes later - it hasn't. The little girl is STILL poking/ petting me, but fortunately my beer buzz is increasing so I stop caring.

BEER BEER BEER BEER BEER!!! Why are you so wonderful??

I then get off a few more stops later, and walk over to the parking garage where the shuttle to the mansion picks you up.

<tangent> To get to the mansion, you pick up a shuttle in century city - and then you are literally shuttled in. You can get a drive on, but they're only given out to select peeps, and I have connections, but not that good. Besides, what would I drive on? My bike? No way. </tangent>

I stand in line for a few minutes, then check in officially opens and we all move in to our appropriate lanes. (They are organized by the alphabet. A-D in one lane, E-H in another ... etc.) I was in the lane for F.

I was standing there for a moment, and something struck me. I don't know how else to describe this feeling, but without thought, I instinctively turned around standing DIRECTLY behind me was a guy I used to work with when I worked in movie marketing. (It was a super super super small company, and this dude and I used to flirt pretty hardcore.)

OMG!! It's YOU I scream ... I then put my hands on my chest, Jen Friel!!

WOW! He proclaimed. Holy crap!

Mind you it's been 5 years since I've seen the guy, and a chick at 21 is very different at 26. I then also remind myself that I am half naked, hahaha so this all just got interesting.

This is my girlfriend, he says.

Hello! I say introducing myself. He then asks what I've been up to.

I started a website, I replied. Pretty pleased with it! Are you still at the same place?

Yep! He said. Love it.

Great, I said - next is then called by the check in lady.

Hi, Jen Friel, I say as she checks my name off the list and as she places the bracelet around my arm.

Great seeing you I say to my former co-worker as I walk away.

Great seeing you too! He said. Have fun!

Oh I will ...

I then get on the shuttle laughing. Only in my life would I be half naked and bump into a former co-worker. City of 8 million, and I KNEEWWW someone I knew was standing behind me. I didn't even think about it, I just reacted - so effing gnarly.

I sit down on the shuttle next to a dude dressed as Rocky. Hello, I say introducing myself.

Hello! He says back introducing himself.

Wow, thick accent you got there, I say. Where are you from?

Oklahoma.

Nice! First time at the mansion?

For this kind of party- yes.

Nice! You're going to have a lot of fun I say.

Luke warm conversation is then had as we waited for about 15 minutes for the shuttle to actually take off.

What do you do out here in LA, he says.

I run a website.

That's great! Wow, didn't expect you to say that.

Who do you run it for? he presses on

Me. I work for myself. I created the site, manage the brand, all the SEO, it's my baby and my little piece of the world. I talk about nerds, sex and tech.

He then stares at me INCREDIBLY puzzled asking yet again for clarification purposes. 

You ... (his eyes move down my body) created a website?

Realizing I should have been insulted that this guy from Oklahoma could very literally NOT wrap his brain around a chick running a website, I simply smiled and said - yep! And I'm damn proud!!

Not knowing what else to say to me at that point, he motions over to his friend and asks him to pass him his iPhone. He pulls up a picture from earlier in the evening of him standing with Hef, and a few playmates.

This was taken earlier tonight, he says. The girls were great.

I stare at the picture and smile. Is this supposed to get me wet, I wonder? Wow, you're friends with Hef. So are a lot of the guys here - and if I'm not going to fuck Hef, I'm DEFINITELY not going to fuck them, and I'm REALLY not going to fuck you.

<tangent> I don't get it, man. I think Hef is very very very literally a genius, and I TOTALLY admire what the guy did for equality and the sexual revolution as a whole - but I have ZZZZEERRRROOOO desire to ever sleep with him. Like literally, the only thing I would ever clear out of Hef is his cache, and maybe a few viruses. (As I'm sure he might have a couple OOOHHHH ::ZING::) Never ever ever ever ever. I am totally grossed out by this thought right now, and need to move on. OH! Look a squirrel ... </tangent>

So that happened. I amused the guy for the ride over, and by the time we reached the grounds I was ready to get my D-R-I-N-K on from the buzz kill of a ride over.

I head over to the bar, and fortunately there isn't a line.

Champagne, I say! (Dudes, it's the mansion. I can't drink beer there ... oh yeah, and it's open bar. YAY LIFE!)

The bartender stops, and motions for the other bartenders to turn around.

WOW! You. Are. Beautiful. he says.

You have to be hands down the most beautiful girl here, the other bartenders smile all nodding in agreement.

I then get COMPLETELY frazzled and say uh, thank you?! AHHHH awkward, what to reply, what to reply, sound cool Friel - this is the Playboy Mansion, the mecca of the most BEAUTIFUL women in the world, and this guy is saying you're the fairest of them all. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Take a few steps back he says - I want to see your whole outfit.

I then stand back, do a little twirl.

WOOOWWWW they all say in stereo.

Look at that face, good god, where did you come from? One of the other bartenders pipes up and says - you look like you'd be a naughty librarian too.

Librarians wear slutty black dresses and fuck me booties? I think - sure I'll go with this.

Actually, funny you say librarian - I do run a website for nerds.

Oh, I'm sure you do coos the bartender.

I thank them sincerely for the compliments as they hand me the champagne and say ... anytime.

AAHHHH!! I say with a little extra glee in my step. AHHH half naked women everywhere here, and just like that - the nerd comes out on top. ::jigga jigga jigga::

I then start a one person dance party walking around the mansion grounds. No, like literally - every step I took was a dance move of some sort, and somewhere around the third moonwalk, I wound up bumping into yet ANOTHER person I used to work with in movie marketing.

WHHHAATT!! I say touching her arm. It's Jen Friel.

Holy crap! She responds! How are you?

I'm amazing!!! Great to see you!

I then realize that at least she is half naked too so the awkwardness that should have been present from this interaction was immediately negated.

We caught up for a minute, and then I went back to my dancing.

HIGH-LARIOUS! I thought. I have definitely lived in this town for too long. TWO people I haven't seen in 5 years at the same party? Bananas!! BANANAS!! I SAY!!!

A monkey then appears out of the corner of my eye ... (he must have smelt the bananas) ...

DUDE! You're the monkey from the Bad Touch video, right?

He looks at me ... shocked.

YES! I am! You're the only person that got this!

RAAADDD!! I say! Awesome costume.

I then continued my solo dance party, and six electric slides later, I wound up at a tent with a fortune teller.

Fortune teller? Oh shit, this is going to be good.

I waited for my turn in line, and see a demure, cute woman dressed as a stereotypical fortune teller (creative).

Next up, she says.

I sit down.

Hi!

Hello! She replies back mimicking my enthusiasm.

Don't tell me anything. Say your name and DOB to the cards, she says placing a deck of tarot cards in my hands.

HAHA this is going to be fucking good, I thought. 

She then places some perfume on my hands, and then tells me to breathe.

I can't shuffle the cards. You're very tense right now. Take a deep breath.

Fine, I say, settling more into my buzz taking long deep breaths.

Much better she replies now shuffling the cards with ease.

She asks me to cut the cards as she then starts turning the deck over. 

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow. she repeats over and over with each card turn.

I say nothing, mostly because I was trying to stay calm (fortune tellers give me a bit of the heeby jeebs. I just don't buy it, man).

You're the creator she said.

You're doing INCREDIBLY well for yourself. Wow. wow. wow. she repeats.

Wow.

wow.

wow.

I am not even kidding you, I couldn't even COUNT of all of the "wow"s and "omg"s that escaped this woman's mouth. She barely even said a word to me.

I don't worry about you. I just want to say congratulations and that you need a vacation soon.

I laugh. Yes, you're right.

This is going to be incredibly successful for you, but you're already successful - understand that. It's okay for you to enjoy it, it's not going to go away. You created this, you're the creator.

She kept saying that over and over, you're the creator - wow, this is powerful stuff here, she says looking at the spread.

She then turns over another card. There's a guy coming your way.

I laugh, thinking this is the only thing she's said so far that she got wrong.

No, I'm a professional dater. There are always guys, I went out on 103 dates in 9 months.

Yes, she says. I can see that, but you've been doing a lot of work on yourself, and it is about to pay off. Someone is coming into your life, and it is "going to knock you on your ass."

Interesting choice of words I thought. EVERY SINGLE GUY that I've ever dated has done the same thing to me - "knocked me on my ass."

He's here or is coming VERY soon, she said. You've done the work, and you continue to do it. Remember to enjoy, it is very important. You manifested this guy, and only you - be proud of yourself. It is VERY much deserved. 

Thank you, I say.

She then asks if we can stay in touch. I get her email.

This was incredible, I say. You said nothing, and everything - I've never had a reading like this before. You're very good.

It's just in the cards, she said. Thank yourself, you created it.

I smile standing up as I walk away wondering, but which guy is she talking about?

<tangent> The ONE thing I can't talk about on this site in real time is when I actually find a guy I like. I'm actually dating a handful of guys right now, and they are all SOOOOO RAD!!! I had two great first dates this week, and one guy I've been dating for a few weeks now. Actually funny story with him ... 

A few weeks back, my parents were flying celebrating their anniversary - and on the plane my mom picked up a Vanity Fair. She's flipping through the pages, and ran across this crowd that I had mentioned to her I had been dealing with.

Jen! She says to me on the phone, those people you were telling me about were just featured in Vanity Fair.

Yeah, I said mom, I know. Open the spread, the one on the FAAARRR left in the XXX shirt, I went out on a date with him on Sunday, and he's a pretty rad down to Earth dude.

WOW! She goes, he's HOT!

And just like that, my mom was able to open up a Vanity Fair and see the guy I had a great date with earlier in the week. Tell me that isn't the COOLEST THING EVER!!! Plus, my parents worry about me. They worried about me starting this business, and they REALLY worry about me dating wise. To be able to tell her to flip open a magazine to check out a guy I had a great date with was pretty much one of the coolest moments of my life. HANDS DOWN!!

So, the bottom line to this story was that by giving up casual sex, I very very very genuinely have been attracting different guys, and they're all rad in their own right, but I can't write about them since it gives the dudes too much of an upper hand and an unfair advantage. </tangent>

My thought process wasn't in, where is this magical duderino going to come from - but a more grounded approach of, rad! One of these things might actually work out! YIPPEE!!!

It was really weird too how much this woman picked up on. The fact that she mentioned how much work I have been putting into bettering myself ... this wasn't a typical, surface reading. This woman knew, and was VERY good. If anyone wants a reading hit me up, I'll give you her email addy. I think she's based here in LA.

So, that happened.

I then went back over to the bar with my favorite bartenders and filled up my champagne glass.

Before I could even get to the front of the line, one of them came around and handed me a glass of champagne.

Really? Really? Are you guys REALLY this amazing?

Thank you, I replied sincerely.

Oh no, thank ... you ... he said with a smile.

OMG I thought, I am having the GREATEST. NIGHT. EVER!!!

I then see the Bad Touch monkey reappear.

BAD TOUCH MONKEY!!! I scream!!

Honey Badger, he replies back.

No, I'm actually a red wolf, but thank you.

Here, he says - smile. I turn and someone is taking my picture ...

Hi, I'm Jen I say out stretching my hand.

Hello! I'm couch surfing Ori, he replies.

Wait wait wait, couch surfing Ori! I've heard of you!!

Yeah, he says, I'm a couch surfer/ adventurer.

OMG!!! People have been telling me for WEEKS we needed to meet. This is INSANE!!!

He then hands me his card.

Screw the card, I say - I'll lose it, gimme your twitter handle.

We then swapped twitter handles.

Dude, I bartered social media to live for a year launching my company. I traveled all over, people have been telling me that we needed to connect - I just kept forgetting. This is very literally the most INSANE thing ever.

That's life, he replied.

Alrite, I say. I have to get back to dancing, but I am going to tweet you. Remember me, k?

He smiled, oh - I'll remember you.

I then fox trot it off back to the dance floor and somewhere along the way I got stopped by a teenage mutant ninja turtle.

Hi! He says.

Well hello hero in a half shell, I reply. (BIG BIG BIG TMNT fan growing up!! Dudes, I SOOO wanted to be April!!!)

You're adorable, he said as he grabbed my arm assisting me the rest of the way to the dance floor.

I'm from Liverpool, he goes.

Amazing! The accent is hot I say. How long are you here for?

Til Tuesday.

That's great!

He then takes my phone, I want your number. Let's get into trouble later.

Okay! I say. (Again, pretty buzzed at this point, and me and trouble go together like mashed potatoes and jalapenos.)

I then give him my number, and use that as an out saying I have to use the restroom.

I look down at my phone and realize it is close to 1, and the parties at the mansion get shut down around 2, leaving the shuttle area to be a COMPLETE clusterfuck. I always always always leave early to never have a problem getting back.

I hop on the shuttle pretty proud of myself for a successful evening.

Fortune teller, amazing bartenders, new friends, seeing old ones, connecting with a guy I've been meaning to connect with. Kinda not mad at life.

The shuttle drops me back off in Century City, and my phone starts buzzing - it's one of my oldest friends, and he wants to make out.

OMMMGGG after being around half naked people all evening, ANNDD being sexually frustrated to begin with after giving up casual sex, I could TOTALLY go for an 8th grade make out session.

I tell him to be at my place in an hour, and one wrong direction city bus, plus a taxi cab driver ride refusal later - I did manage to get home (how I'm still not entirely sure), and my friend came over with a bottle of scotch and we proceeded to drink and make out like 8th graders.

So hot.

So innocent.

So ... perfect.

Just what I needed, I thought.

We pass out in my bed, and a few hours later I am awoken by the BIGGEST headache I have had in recent memory.

Oh fuck my life.

I.

am.

hungover.

I look over, my friend is gone - and the room won't stop spinning.

ROOM!! STOP SPINNING!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY!!!!

I fall back asleep, and a few hours later, still hungover, I realize the only thing that will cure this feeling is more drinking.

Cue one more round in my costume, and a Facebook places checkin at the Abbey here in West Hollywood.

... and drank away the pain I did.

GENIUS!

Happy people, happy faces. DUDES!! The Abbey has the BEST. NACHOS. EVER!!

Amazing on so many levels of life-ness.

So, there you go! That was my weekend.

Now tonight, I am off to Meltdown Comics to appear on a podcast, you all are totes invited ...

I'm pretty excited.

Now, what do I do with the rest of this scotch??? HMMMMMMM!!!

#kthxbye

#Fact: It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right, I just had the time of my life (cc: @stevenbward @blowfishshoes)

Wow. Wow. Wow. What an amazing weekend in Philly. I have to say, definitely top 5 in my life in fact.

The accidental DJ is still one of my favorite "I just pulled this out of my ass costumes ever." Plus, when I got awkward at the party I could do a one person dance party to Sussdio and no one even noticed. This photo though reminds me of the Baby Got Back video. HAHA classic! Dude, when someone hands you an ass at the party, you gotta start playing it! Jigga jigga jigga

Here's the song that goes with the post, btw ...

So, if you want the full rundown of the weekend you can check it out here. It explains how I ended up at a costume party on Saturday, and where I've been staying and all that jazz.

I just wanted to summarize in one last post my final thoughts if you will (hey Jerry heeyyyyyy. Jerry Springer, anyone anyone?) on the weekend as a whole.

I cannot stress enough how much I love social media. This ENTTIIIRRREEEE weekend from start to finish was fueled by social media.

It all started a couple Fridays ago when a friend of the site posted on my Facebook wall that I should come to Philly. I was all DUDE! Sure! If we get picked up for VidBlogger Nation season 4 I'll totes come down to Philly after hitting up NY - just lemme know if you have a couch I can crash on.

She was immediately all fuck yeah! I got a couch! Several, in fact.

Filed that away.

Then come Saturday, I was wrapping the filming of Season 3 for Vidblogger Nation in Boston and taking a break. I flipped on Vh1 and started watching Tough Love.

I had seen the show before, and loved it - but something in me clicked. I want to meet Steve Ward, I thought. I know a lot of people in TV, guarantee you one of my friends knows him - I should start feeling this out to see if anything is there.

I'm FASCINATED by social dynamics, and people in general - but it can be hard for me dating, because my analytical brain goes into overdrive and I'll want to break dudes down to figure them out. Certainly this is a defense mechanism on my part, but it is also pretty easy to do if you know what to look for - and after 103 dates I know what the fuck to look for. Dating for me as a whole is also incredibly difficult because I LOOVVEEEE what I get to do all day everyday. Do you know how rare that is with people? Seriously! People do not like their lives, and I cannot spend even an hour with someone, let alone a few months dating them if they don't jive with what they do.

In my head sitting there that Saturday night, I thought - this is a dude I need to talk to. Not just in a professional manner, but I was just interested in discussing attraction and social dynamics in general while batting my blue eyes of course and maybe periodically checking out the hiney.

OMMMMMMGGGG Steve is so fucking hot. Re-dic!

It's absurd. No one should be allowed to be that attractive, that intelligent, and into social dynamics. Me = putty.

So flash forward to Sunday, I had just gotten out of the shower and I pop on twitter to see what is going on in the world ... a friend of the site had tweeted out that Steve was livestreaming on Ustream.

STTFFUUUUUU, I thought.

Like I can talk to Steve.

Like he's right there on the other side of the monitor and like I don't have to even go through people I know I can have an IMMEDIATE connection with him?

I quickly click the link, and after a few minutes put my balls to the wall and ask him out.

I have nothing to lose in this scenario, and I also have no shame in general - so I very literally just asked him out right then and there.

He then clicks on my avatar, sees my twitter profile pic, and is all ... yeah! You're pretty cute. I'll go out with you.

HOLLLLLLLLLYYYY FUCKKKKKKK did I start screaming.

Really universe? Less than 24 hours after making a declaration with direct intent you deliver to me what I've been asking for?

WOOOOWWWW!!! The world is an amazing place.

Fortunately due to sheer luck, the chickadee that had posted on my wall that Friday just so happened to live in the same city as Steve, so not only did I have a place to stay - but a reason to go.

How to get there, I thought.

I then remembered that I had Southwest vouchers after posting about them when I was stuck in Chicago during my 4 cities in 30 days tour.

Ticket done.

Need a sponsor though, I thought.

See what I do is called narrative advertising; I am a corporate sponsored minimalist. I reach out to companies of products that I like and tell them a little bit about myself, my measure of influence, and then boom! I ask them if they are interested in sponsoring an adventure. We have a legit sales team now, and I just finished a super fancy pants sales video (it's not public but totes drop me a tweet if you want to see it) - but yeah - the bottom line is that if I was going to have an epic adventure like this, it had to be sponsored. This is my thing, man. I genuinely genuinely genuinely enjoy telling people about shit that doesn't suck, and I'm a sales person. Dudes, I was top rep for indirect sales in Verizon selling cellular activations when I was 22!! I was brought in to fail and became top in the nation - people enjoy buying, they just don't want to be sold to. I believe in Verizon and their handsets, so I could sell them! It's a fine line, but by finding products I am passionate about anyway, it just works.

One of the chickadees on the sales team suggested one of her twitter buds, this crowd called Blowfish Shoes as they have SERIOUSLY cute shoes, and every girl needs a cute pair of shoes on a date.

DONE AND DONE! I thought!

I then reached out to Blowfish (who had fortunately already heard of us), told 'em what was up, and they were SOOO rad, and TOTALLY game!!!!!

They let me pick out a pair of shoes, I picked Valora (size 7) ... OMMMMGGGG SO FRIGGEN CUTE!!!

Sponsor? Check

Flight? Check

Place to stay? Check

Ready to go? Absolutely!!!

Again you can read the rundown of everything over yonder - but basically, Steve handed me my ass on a silver platter during the date. I had no idea he was so passionate about tech and frankly so intelligent. I thought we'd be discussing social dynamics and he instead geeked out on google and dropped so much knowledge on me it shut me the fuck up.

I was very humbled. I wanted a date, but ended up with what I needed - a lesson.

Life is funny like that. =)

So that happened, and then to my surprise at the end of the date he asked me what I was doing Sunday night. Filming during the day, I said - but then after that not sure.

Come by my radio show, he said. I'd love to have you.

Wait, you just handed me my own ass, schooled me in my own game - and now you want to hang out again? Really? REALLY??

I wasn't even sure too what he meant by come by the studio. I didn't know if I was going to be on air, or very literally just sit by and watch.

I didn't promote it too much as to not let you guys down, but to my DELIGHTED surprise he actually did have me as a guest on his show.

I walked into the radio station strutting my stuff in my Blowfish shoes, and when one of the producers opened the door to the studio, Steve said JENNNN in a very excited voice, and said come here! Give me a hug.

OMG I thought. I am now hugging my crush. I might have partially blacked out and forgotten the first time, but this one ... this memory is STORED!!!

Here are some actual screen shots of the livestream that was up on Ustream broadcasting behind the scenes studio action ...

That's my elbow in the frame with Steve while I was writing down my twitter handle.

There I am sending out this tweet ...

HEHE that's me in the lower left hand corner. OMG OMG OMG me and Steve in the same frame.

::breathe Friel, don't forget to breathe::

Here I am getting the headphones on to talk on air.

One of the first questions he asked me was about dudes creeping on Facebook. Do you get that often, he asked. I shot back and said dude, I'm a lifecaster!! I welcome it!!! I'm transparent for educational purposes for others, and for spiritual purposes for myself.

His co-hosts all thought that was pretty rad.

There I am in the upper right hand corner talking on air, pretty much having the time of my life.

I was on air for about a half hour, then after the show wrapped everyone talked for a few minutes and then we headed out to our cars.

So someone really gave you their car to get here, said Steve.

Yeah! Ashley! The girl who posted on my Facebook wall in the first place offering me a couch to crash on. She gave me her car this entire weekend, how else did you think I was going to get here?

That's incredible he said.

That's what honesty gets you, I replied. People trust me.

He then thanked me for coming out tonight, and wished me luck. Keep in touch he said, and he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Like seriously?!?! FIRST I get hugged, THENNNNN I get a kiss on the cheek???

<tangent> Dude, when I crashed the Grammys to meet Pete Cashmore he didn't even send me a tweet or anything. I genuinely just spooked the dude that I was able to talk my way through 6 checkpoints and get to him. mwahaahahah! That was mostly just luck to be perfectly frank, but all luck is is opportunity meeting preparation. Minimalists are very very very prepared people. </tangent>

I stood there frozen for a moment in my Blowfish Shoes.

OMG OMG OMG OMG this is one of the greatest moments in my life - store this memory Friel.

I paused for a second, YEP! STORED!!!

I then got into Ashley's car, and updated my Facebook status ...

This is happening, I thought, and it happened all because of social media. WOOOWWWW!!! This is HANDS DOWN the greatest time to be alive!!!

I smiled, and then called one of the suits on the scripted pilot. He and his wife are big fans of Steve and when I told him that we were going to go out, he FRREEAKKEEEDD saying he would pay for ringside seats.

You two going toe to toe? This. Will. Be. Good.

I had updated him on the fact that my ass had been handed to me, but I left him a final update that he gave me a kiss on the cheek ... and yeah, man - my life was made.

It is SUCH an incredible time in this space where opportunities are ZOOMING by you at a mile a minute. Have a pure heart, pure intentions, and just GENUINELY love who you are and what you are doing and PEOPLE. WILL. TAKE. NOTICE.

I'm not special, just awesome. I've spent the last two years building this brand and focusing VERY strongly on myself and creating as many shifts in my consciousness as I could by placing myself in situations that made me uncomfortable.

Steve from a business perspective might be ahead of me now, but baby I'm just getting out of the gate! Good things come in good time, but first you have to be ready - and that my friends is my current mission. Remember life is reflective and has to meet YOUR expectations of it. Learn to step up to your own plate, be bold by doing things that scare you, and watch how your life can change.

Thank you for this weekend Steve, Blowfish Shoes (BIGGGG thank you to them as well for the sponsorship!!! Dudes, check their shoes out. SOOOOO friggen comfortable!! To go from vans to heels like that was a big step - no pun intended), a HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to Rachel and Ashley for your INCREDIBLE hospitality this weekend. Above and beyond doesn't even cut it. You BOTH will always have a place to stay in LA. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU!!!

And a special thank you to social media. For reals man, I adore you. Like I really really really do and like if you ever want to make out or anything - I'm like totally game just as an FYI. Upon making my declartion to the universe that I wanted to meet Steve, by using social media, and only social media, it only took me 13 days to be able to meet Steve and 14 days in total to get a kiss from him.

AMAZING!!!

Next up, I am headed to NYC to get my drink on this evening before my 6am flight from La Guardia. I'm going to map it out, but I know Megabus drops me off near Penn Station, so I'm just going to get a group together to kick it around there. If you're in the city and wanna grab a beer let's get this shit done man (hit me up on twitter)!! I sleep better on cross country flights with a buzz! HAHA!!! Loves it so long time.

#greatestweekendever

“Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard, and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”

You can check out the livestreamed archive from last night on Ustream - go to LoveLab.com

You can see me enter in the studio at 2h:30, and at 2h:37 you can hear Steve say Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover (heheeheheeheh). AMAZING!!!

#Fact: My ass was handed to me on a silver platter by @StevenBWard

I ... don't know what to say. I don't know what to write. I spent an hour riding back from our lunch literally speech and tweetless. I very honestly have never talked to someone so intelligent in all of my life, and sat there saying less than 10 words out of fear of embarrassing myself.

I HAD NOTHING TO SAY!!! AND WE WERE TALKING TECH AND THE GLOBAL ECONOMIC CRISIS!!!!!!!!!

I ... am humbled. I expected a douche and left being the douche.

Lemme back up first though and break this shizzy shiznat down for you all.

So, I asked Steve out on Ustream a couple of weeks back (read more about that here). He was super cool, DMed me his email and we went back and forth for a few weeks planning it all out.

Rad.

I've lived in LA for 7 years. I've done the whole hanging out/ dating celebs before, and sure Steve is on a popular TV show on Vh1 (Tough Love) - but would you like an award or a breast to pin it on? Hanging out with someone just because they're on TV does nothing for me. I am just GENUINELY FASCINATED by social dynamics, and dating - after 103 dates in 9 months I STILL date and STILL get jazzed about people and playing. I'm an ABSURDLY curious person and still young and crazy enough to go out there and do it. What interested me in Steve is his knowledge of people and matchmaking ... and ... let's call a spade a spade, I also wanted to touch the hiney.

Dudes, the guy is gorgeous. Period end of sentence, I will not even debate anyone on that. He is a very very very handsome human being. Even if I were a straight dude I'd STILL do him.

I was genuinely surprised when he said yes to go out with me - but even more excited with the planning of everything.

<tangent> OMG you guys, I cannot for the life of me fucking write this post out. I've never been so floored and so unbelievably impressed in meeting someone. Like my jaw is open. Hold on, lemme get some music up - that'll help.

Oh god yes. This song pierces my soul with joy and bliss. Great fucking beat, man. </tangent>

So, I emailed him this morning asking where we could meet up.

Devons 3pm, he replied back.

Devons? I thought, what's that? I pop over to google and realize it's actual a semi fancy pants looking restaurant.

Hmmm not bad. Alrite.

I email him back saying that sounds good. See ya there.

I then go into girl freak out mode of oooohhhhhhh holy fuck this is happening.

Get ready Friel, in 3 hours you are going to meet your crush.

I get ready putting on one of my favorite vintage dresses and topped off the outfit with my super sexy sexy kicks from Blowfish Shoes ...

SO FREAKING COMFORTABLE!! AND CUTE!!!

I'm currently staying with a friend of the TNTML community just outside of Philly. She was rad enough to offer up her couch, ANNNNDD even offer up her car for me to meet Steve.

Are you for real? I said!

Yep! Take it!

WOOOOWWWWWWW!!

And just like that ... someone that I met in person for the first time less than 24 hours ago gave me her car, with gas to go and see Steve.

Go get 'em girl! You look great, she said as I walked out the door.

I get in the car, pop in the address in google maps on my Droid, and head over.

Breathe ... breathe ... breathe ...

It takes me almost an hour (by the way the crow flies it was actually only a couple of miles - but Philly's traffic is pretty bad), and at 2:45 I park the car and start walking over to the restaurant.

Breathe Friel. Whatever you do, just don't forget to breathe. Stick to the life basics, and do this - I think pepping myself up.

As I am walking over to the restaurant I get an email from him ...

I'm running 15 mins late. Sorry!

Alrite, whatevs I think. Minor inconvenience but I have emails I can catch up on, I'll just sit at the bar.

I walk into Devons, sit down at the bar and email him back - See u when u get here!

I then proceeded like a mad woman emailing and calling everyone on my "to call" and "to email" list.

I get caught up, take another sip of my water, and then remembered how unbelievably weird I get when I have a crush on someone. I get PAINFULLY quiet, and usually say the DUMBEST shit on the planet.

When I crashed the Grammys to meet Pete Cashmore the first words out of my mouth were - "I recognized you by your jawline." WHO SAYS THAT????!!!!! I fucking do. My nerves get the best of me, I turned to twitter for support.

I then hear a voice - your hair is so much darker than in your picture, I didn't recognize you.

I look up and see a super tall hoodie and hat wearing gorgeous human being.

Oh fuck. I'm totally caught off guard not by his clothing but by his height!! On TV and in pictures he looks pretty short. I pegged him at being 5'8/ 5'9 at the most - he was EASILY 6'2.

I temporarily look like a deer in headlights. I was actually so shocked with his height and how attractive he was in general in person - the entire scenario threw me. I don't even know if I shook his hand, hugged him - or what. My mind went completely blank.

Breathe. Just remember to breathe and you're okay.

We then move to the other side of the bar. Here let's sit over here, I like to face the door - good Feng Shui.

Right out the gate we start discussing google plus. (Steve is a power user.)

I don't believe it is going anywhere, I said. The only people really excited about it are marketers - and while yeah, I get the value, google is reactive. When your grandmother is on Facebook, that says something. Facebook thinks a step ahead nurturing the end user's psychology by supplying us with what we need not what we think we want.

Steve shoots me this look - I will have to agree to disagree with you.

Eloquently put, but I felt that jab.

He then explains that because of X Y and Z google will dominate and because of A B and C - Facebook is going down.

Alrite, I thought. I'm never one to out right dismiss something, and I gotta admit - he had a point.

We'll see, I said.

What do you think about Graph?

Facebook's Open Graph, I ask?

No. Graph - Web 3.0

I don't have an opinion on it, I say quietly.

He then explains to me how we are becoming more and more intertwined electronically that we will eventually get to a point where every site you visit will be COMPLETELY personalized sans Facebook and Twitter connect.

I've heard that, I said. I haven't gotten to that place yet on an intellectual level, there are too many variables still I believe in the social space right now - but yeah, it all makes sense ... very Minority Report! I say with a smile as I take a BIIGGGGGG sip of my beer. Liquor will not make you smarter Friel, but it might kill off a few brain cells when it comes to the retelling of this story later. 

This guy is SO FUCKING SMART, I thought.

I had no idea you were this passionate about tech, I said. I think it's great, I just very genuinely had no idea.

A lot of people don't, he said. He then continues on talking tech, licenses, and general entrepreneurism.

This guy has built a fucking empire, I thought.

I started working with my mom a couple of years ago. At the time she was working from a rolodex, I changed that. I have an agent, no manager, no publicist, but a LOT of attorneys.

He then began discussing the current global economic crisis and explained to me ways that he was going to change things - I was literally speechless. Everything he said made so much sense, and the way he spoke, and the passion ... this guy is VERY LITERALLY a genius.

So, tell me more about your business, he said.

Oh my little business? I thought. Here I am with a website and community I built with my bare hands, a scripted, and an unscripted show in development - I have a channel on On Demand, and a book deal - and never in my entire life have I felt more like I knew nothing and have accomplished nothing.

THIS GUY IS SERIOUSLY WORKING ON THE FUCKING GLOBAL ECONOMIC CRISIS AND BUILDING RELATIONSHIPS WITH EVERY MOVER AND SHAKER ... LIKE EVER!!

Really? Me? What the fuck have I done!!! I just have fucking adventures. I am now the littlest kid at the fucking big kid table, I think as I click the heels of my Blowfish shoes in shame. ::there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home. Please. Take. Me. Home.::

I explain just the bare bone basics of being a corporate sponsored minimalist, and explained to him that even my trip out here was sponsored. It's narrative advertising, I say taking another sip of beer. Please don't ask me any more questions - I have never been more embarrassed in my entire life that I feel like I have had zero contribution to the world.

He then receives a text message.

Oh thank god, I thought. Saved by the text.

He looks up and smiles showing me the text - it says Justin Bieber.

Like THE Justin Bieber, not someone he nicknamed in his phone as Justin Bieber. Like Justin Bieber actually texted him as I was sitting there.

Yo! Congrats on the new show! read the text.

Steve smiles not in a "wow look how cool I am way" but almost amused as well that it was pretty cool that Justin Bieber just texted him.

I then break the conversation placing both my hands on my chest saying, you're incredibly intelligent and really fucking cool. I'm not even just saying that to blow smoke up your ass - whatever. I've very honestly never felt more humbled in a conversation. I genuinely appreciate this and genuinely appreciate your time. 

You're welcome, he said.

His brain immediately bounces back into action - I'm going to get a tattoo tonight.

Amazing! I said. Do you have any now?

Yeah two.

One on my back, and the king of hearts on my arm, often referred to as the "suicide king." Heavy is the head that wears the crown, he said. Who does the king have to look up to when you're the king? 

A glimmer of sadness lingers in his eye.

I can't even imagine what dating must be like for Steve. Who the hell does he have to challenge him intellectually? The guy is a FUCKING GENIUS, gorgeous, totally real and down to Earth.

When I asked Steve out initially I got a lot of emails with people warning me that he's 31, still single and a professional matchmaker. There MUST be something wrong with him.

I have to say after spending an hour with him, the only thing "wrong" with him is that he is too fucking humble to admit to the world that he is A GOD DAMN GENIUS.

He is processing shit that has NEEVVVEERRRR even remotely processed into our frames of consciousness, and he not only gets people, he's pretty damn cool about it.

I have never in my life been more impressed by someone, and never in my life just genuinely enjoyed someone's company. To be that smart, that real, and that accomplished - not something you come across everyday in someone. Steve is a rare breed. I am UNBELIEVABLY humbled to even get an hour of his time.

We then close out, he pays for lunch and we walk outside. 

What are you doing tomorrow night, he says.

Filming during the day, meeting up with some people - then I don't know!

Want to come by my radio show?

RAAADD!! I thought.

I'll email you the address. Talk soon he said as he walked away.

And just like that ... he was gone.

I stood there temporarily frozen.

Did that just happen? Did he really just hand me my own ass, school me on EVERYTHING I thought I knew, and then invite me to hang out tomorrow?

Fuckin eigh, man. That's some gnarly shit. Alrite, I can go again for round two. 

Now excuse me nerderinos, I will now be spending the entire night googling "how to solve world hunger."

Must have something to report back to Steve tomorrow!!!

#staytuned

Click here to find out what happened on night two!

Special thanks to Blowfish Shoes for their sexy sexy kicks that I got to rock on this date! For reals, man - their shoes are SUPPPEERRRR comfy, and make my already tall 5'7 self SUPPERRR tall. =) YAY LIFE!!!

#NerdsUnite: OMW to my big date with @StevenBWard!!

AHHH!! BAHHHH!! and YAHHH!!! So FRIGGEN excited dudes!! I am just finishing getting ready for my big date this afternoon with Steve Ward from Vh1's Tough Love.

Like seriously this is happening.

::slaps face:: Keep it together Friel.

I never tweet when I'm with people - I very genuinely stay present, and have the experience ... but I WILL be tweeting immediately after to keep you all updated as close to real time as possible.

To stay updated hit me up on the twitter @JenFriel.

ANNNNDDDD special thanks to Blowfish Shoes for hookin a sistah up with some new kicks for the date! Dudes, have you seen their shoes?? They are AWESOME!!! Totally don't hurt my feet, and coming from a chick that rocked vans morning noon and night for 2 years - I am very very very into comfort and very very very picky with what I wear. These = the bomb diggity perschnickerty.

Peace love and lollipops nerds!! Wish me luck!!

#letsgetiton