Valentine's Day with Skip

Valentine's Day crept up on everyone here. All of a sudden it was upon us. Sara was going to go out on a shopping spree for the day and invited Skip along, since his girlfriend works nights and would probably be asleep until late. Skip's purpose in going out was to get 2 USB cables for computers he was working on. Mylifewithskip heard about the Skip outing and decided it would be important to send a journalist along for the trip.

Most people took some time to get ready. Showers, getting dressed, filling flasks with whiskey. The Skipper spent this time on the phone with his mom because he was already set to go. Finally after a few trips in and out of the house, we were ready to hit the road.

First stop: The Beverly Center. Beverly Hills' middle class mall. Sara had a few places in particular to go, Skip had a few things to check out, but first things first... a stop at the Mall's Bar! That's right, a full bar, smack dab in the middle of the mall.

One whiskey with rocks, one vodka & redbull, and for the 20 year old Skipper (who hadn't been carded) a caramel apple martini.

We shared a plate of nachos and went about our shopping extravaganza. Skip was excited about all the things he could buy if he lands a 95k/yr job he is interviewing for next week.

A round of shopping, another round at the bar, another round shopping, and we were out. On the way to The Grove. However, despite the 2 internet phones in the car and the Skipper's knack for info-tech, we got horribly lost. We did however find a parking lot to releave ourselves in.

Skip peed on a chair he found, Sara on the side of the building, and your MLWS reporter went upstairs for a waterfall effect. Skip was excited to be kicking it with 'the crew'! His piss buddies proved the point; Skip was IN. He was urinating with the cool kids, and now, there was no going back.

From there the adventure took us to a local Medical Marijuana Dispensary where patients could get their much needed meds. We pulled a quick uturn into the front of the establishment, and on our quest to get a parking lot, accidently rolled into a car parked downhill from us on the road. There was a 6'5'' 300lb guy with a 2 foot green mohawk and a lot of metal in his face getting into the passanger side of the car as we hit it.

The driver of the car got out, to our suprise, it was our friend @nerotehgreat. The mohawked friend was a little shocked, but it was no biggie. We hung out for a bit and introduced Skip to the friend.

"Hi, I'm Skip"

"You're SKIP? Of My Life With Skip!!?"

"Yeah"

"hmm, I thought you'd be taller"

Skip was a celebrity. It was the first time in what we hope to make a life of fame.


We filled our prescriptions and took off, well medicated. A quick worry with cops on our tail and expired tags didn't last long, the cop left.

Phone calls started coming in from significant others and our workplace... "where were we, when would we be back??" - The answer was obvious, we were on a mission and would be back when we were done.

We made our way to Fry's the main purpose of the trip. Skip was here to get a few USB cables. Sara checked that he knew what he needed, as she had a number of times through the day. The Skipper was positive. He headed off directly to the place where he could find them, leaving Sara to do her own shopping with the few minutes the store would remain open. After Sara had shopped around for monitors, laptop stands, keyboards, lightbulbs, computer mice, and surge protectors - Skip returned with 2 cables.

"got 'em"

We checked out, and made our way back to the car. One quick detour for another parking lot piss...

Then

Finally we made our way to the last event of the day: an art show of never-before scene work from Anton LaVey. Anton's grandson Stanton was there, he was putting the show together as well as a horde of LA's satanic underground. Free Wine and snacks kept our buzz going, and the art was great. The Skipper was a bit dazed, He'd had a long day and had snuck some medicine. He knew that he didn't know what he'd gotten himself into.

We left after a bit more wine, and made our way back to headquarters. The Skipper had gotten the wrong cables.