When I first got off the plane in San Diego a month or two ago, everyone I was seeing was tanned no matter how old they were, only everyone's skin was just a little more wrinkled than it should have been at their age. One tanned guy in his 40s was even reading "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People", and I was like, "Shit, I haven't seen that in years."
When I got to my friends' hotel room -- I had gotten a hotel room with some people for the next three nights, but then when I ended up buying my ticket I was forced to come in a day earlier and so was left without a room until some people I leaned on said they'd let me sleep on their floor in this boutique-y hotel they were staying in downtown -- I took them to the bar to buy them drinks as a thank-you, even though it was ten at night and we were jet-lagged and none of us felt like drinking that much, though we all had excited energy because of the conference coming up that was starting the next day.
Going down through the lobby, there was this late 20s couple standing up at the main desk, a white guy with gelled-up spiked hair and a collared shirt with the collar turned up, and this really tan blonde girl with stark straight mega-dyed blonde hair going to her waste, and in a black cocktail dress and these incredibly high heels, and the guy was just standing there casually with a big hunk of her ass in his hand for like all of five minutes while he was talking with the woman at the front desk. "Come on, is she staying here?", he was like, and while the woman kept telling him that they couldn't release info one way or another on guests, he was like, "But we just saw her downtown a couple hours ago, she must be staying somewhere, come on, is Kelly Clarkson staying here?" The girl the guy was with didn't do anything, really, but just stand there and provide ass for the guy to reflexively hold.
At the bar, the bartender was a dick, and turned to talk to this other bartender he was talking shop with, this guy with his back to us who was in hiply-torn jeans and a white collared shirt (with the collar turned up!) and a big poof of brown hair like he was PacSun model. We sat down at a couch behind all this, and when the other bartender our bartender was talking with got up to leave, it turned out that he was 40-something, only you couldn't tell it from the back since he was dressing like he was 18.
California was fascinating.
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But aside from the actual look of the people, it doesn't really sound as if there was anything that couldn't have happened elsewhere. Ass provision is universal.
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