Ride Em' Cowgirl

Last night I went to a birthday party at the amazing cowboy-themed restaurant (complete with mechanical bull, which had I not been in a skirt, I totally would have ridden, despite the slew of sketchy drunk guys cheering on the sidelines). I had this weird sensation whereby whenever I looked around the room I thought I recognized people who upon second glance were clearly strangers. Maybe my subconscious is homesick for familiar faces. There were some cute guys, especially the one operating the bull (who was also kind of young...) but the ratio of good looking guys to good looking girls was not in my favor (and it never is in LA). Also, I cannot tell one skinny, skanky, fake blonde from the next.