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So the weekend started out just as I wanted. A trip to see the infamous Sex and the City Movie! My mother and I were going to have a girl’s night out here in the sinful city of Lancaster, CA. But of course my thriving city of metro lights and lovely commuting ladies and gentlemens wouldn't do it, because my mother and her drive-the-city job(she is social worker) required for us to go to her head quarters down in the city of lost angels. Now I love my hometown of Los Angeles but the people driving are all on crack. No matter what time of the day you try to leave the house someone has already had a drink and is dodging their fifth cousin's removed baby's mama causing some type of head on collision with a little old lady who has just had one to many of her pain pills. Grrr. So she calls at 2:30 and tells me to get my unemployed ass out of the bed and we are on our way. I decided that my best friend and sister should join the party so I call my bestie tell her to get her stuff ready, followed by a call to the oldest of my sisters and asked what her plans were for the night. Of course her husband has found a nice pair of male bonding buddies to use as reasons for missing the movie and she gladly accepts.
We hop of the elusive 14 freeway and head out the 60 plus miles to get in to Los Angeles. We are pretty lucky for about fifty miles in. Somewhere around Hollywood on the 5 freeway we run into trouble. Some very good looking muscled blond haired man (probably a bodyguard to one of Hollywood's elite) is hanging out of his window flicking off someone who is ignoring him. I take in a large breath and remind my mother why our little suburb is becoming my favorite place to hang out (and being a child of Los Angeles you know I am going a bit stir crazy in the all day rush hour traffic). We make it to Downtown LA in record time and our welcomed by my favorite buddies at Skid Row which is now starting to look like a scene out of Sex and the City. If you have ever been to LA you know that downtown is not where the fabulosity happens. It's where you can get cheap flowers, food, shoes, clothes and fabric from every corner of the world. The clubs are run down and the buildings all house either crack heads or money making up and moving elitist professionals at their just get by jobs who really want to be actors. (Sorry to be so blunt but bollywood is not the place for the most cultured ghetto of people) Finally after three minutes and a long drag of a cigarette (I know I know... I was supposed to be quitting but looking for a job (and I know this is the biggest excuse ever) is causing me to find myself at the store time and time again searching for the only high that won't get me disconnected from reality) we pull of into the world and look for something to eat before we start the rounds. Of course my mom wants food from her favorite Chinese Take-out place because in Lancaster for some reason none of the food is too appetizing. Even the food from the chain restaurants ...i.e. Red Lobster, Olive Garden, or even McDonalds can hack it. Now, I am a little black girl who was born and partially raised in the hard streets of South Central Los Angeles. I knew gang members, and had a couple of friends who actually participated in drive bys...>WHEN I WAS 12. But now I am really afraid of the so called "hood". I moved upward and onward in the sixth grade and my conditioning has really changed. I am parked behind the police and two guys are in front of me acting like they are going to try and steal the damn squad car. I try not to make eye contact but for some reason can not pull my eyes from the scene. In my head I am screaming.... See No EVIL, HEAR NO FUCKING EVIL. I can't move the car because my mother is inside taking forever. So I turn to my left and I am confronted with someone standing at the door asking for change. His clothes are falling off and his crack pipe is creeping out of the top of his shirt pocket. What am I to do I am thinking? Instead of saying no, I decide to reach into the center partition and find a bit of change. The man looks down at the change and says, okay... I can't get too much with this. Then I am furious. Now at some point in my life I wasn't to much better than this man and because of who I am I rarely judge....but I was thinking to myself... When I was doing heavy drugs....I had a damn job to pay for them. Suddenly I am extremely upset and start to tell the man off, when the cops come outside from there lengthy meal. Now the LAPD is no set of pretty ladies and good guys so I am thinking....Ummmm Do I have a warrant for some ticket I didn't appear on because even though two low level thugs were checking out ways to boost their ride. The gumps were looking at me....why? Because I was sitting in the car parked in the red. GRRRRR. The upside.... the crack head was gone and looking for my more change to add to my sad donation. I lift my hand slightly and move my fingers in a sweet hello. The big and African American Cop smiles and licks his lips. I at that moment was truly about to yell out. Oh no sir I like the ladies and your big ugly ass is not getting none of this. But then I guess some type of call has come over the speaker system because he is moving quickly toward his car and his partner has already turned on the sirens. Hmmmm I was saved by the criminals. Oh Los Angeles.... the love and hate relationship that we have.
I am completely ready to get my Bestie and head to Burbank the land of Studios to get my sister. My bestie's African Fiancé is telling her that he doesn't want to drop her off back at home and telling her to just leave the car at her house. So we are off to the other side of town. I breathe in the nice smoggy air and am actually enjoying the breeze that rides off the beach because in Lancaster we are all desert and it's normally crazy hot. I pass by the famous Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles and the love is back. I am embracing my hometown once again. I see a couple of really hot gay girls and smile, which makes me think of my girlfriend and what she is doing with her night (found it she had a bit to much fun, but whatever). We finally make it to my friend’s house by six o clock. She hops in the car and again we are off, back toward the Valley and leaving that good Ocean breeze behind. Somewhere near Hollywood and Highland, I am again reminded of my love for Los Angeles. A couple of Drag Queens are crossing the street, heading for a crazy popping Gay Club on Santa Monica. They squeal and laugh as they cross the street. Once we pass the Friday night club guru population we are looking for the time hoping that we will make it to the theater before we can't see the movie. My sister of course is not dressed and my niece is putting on booty shorts to hit the clubs in. I am tapping my foot and ready to get to the movie already. After a thousand minutes my oldest sis is coming out the house. Now Burbank is my favorite city in Los Angeles County. It is mixtures of all type of people; Hollywood types, athletes, and the regular folks and of course the pleasantly up and mobile GAY boys and girls. I love it. We find a handicapped space thanks to my mom and head toward the biggest of three theaters that are....get this....within walking of each other. It's eight thirty and the move is sold out until well past 11:25 at that theater so we take a small trip across the street to see what we can do with the theater inside the mall. Then I and my bestie are stopped because my sister sees a friend of my nephews... THE LITTLE BOY FROM THE MOVIE JOHN Q....who is now about 18 but actually looks the same (she met him at one of my nephews auditions...yes my family is a victim of the Hollywood bug), me and my bestie are like who is he and then it registers. We say hi and walk away. We get to the movie theater and the line is not as long but we soon find that all the shows are sold out. And they are sold out at every AMC in a twenty mile radius. OH MY GOSH....did these people know how far and how much I had been through this day to see this freaking movie. So my sister has an idea. Let's get tickets for another show and sneak in.
So WE DO....and we are sitting in the dead front but it was so worth it. The movie was almost a complete three hours long...but what can I say. Sex and the City...It was and always is going to be my thing. I Laughed, I cried, I hit a young girl in the head with my huge purse. It was a good movie. At about midnight we all file out of the movie to see at least two more star sightings of people who have not been in more than one good movie so I won't name, but I am reminded that I am a city girl through and through. Not just any city girl, because I doubt if I would make it in New York. We Cali folks are all Mexican food, jamba juice and Flip Flop type of City folk. But we don't balk at celebrity sightings and enjoy seeing The TMZ fan on Hollywood Blvd. But I have had enough of my fair city for a while. By three am I was back in the obscure land of Lancaster that is now turning into the new pit of the old downtown junkies. But I had a good night and a pretty sex-a-licous weekend.
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