G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

Yesterday culminated with a most amazing journey. Jess and I spiffed up, showed a little cleavage, and took the drive down to Hollywood. We had reservations at Katsuya. To the mere person this means nothing. Sounds like a regular old sushi joint, right? Ummm....NO! Katsuya was way more than that. We couldn't take the minivan - very unhip. Jess stole the keys to her husband's Audi and off we went. When you go to Katsuya you don't park your own vehicle. I think it may even be a mortal sin to do so, therefore valet was the best option. Paparazzi swirled outside of the front doors; watching each car that drove up intently. When I exited the passenger side they appeared so very disappointed. I still stood with my head tall and proud and ACTED as thought I was the shit and that they better recognize. We entered the restaurant and went to the bar as we were waiting on some friends. We ordered a couple beers and I surveyed the room. In all my life I have never been in a place like that. Never. I don't know for a fact there that everyone there was rich or important, but they all sure acted like it! Katsuya itself is a beautiful place with tons of cool art and tables surrounding a massive sushi bar in the middle. It is THE place for people watching and the food was, dare I say, orgasmic. Jess's friends were wonderful and lots of fun. We didn't see anyone I recognized, but I still had a great time. At first I really felt like I stuck out. Like people knew I didn't fit in. I am not stick-thin. My clothes are simple and not very expensive. As the evening went on I didn't care. I know I am somebody. I know that I am here to be part of something so cool. WAY COOLER than Heidi and Spencer or Kim Kardashian. I know that I will relish in the fact that I do stick out here and that is a good thing.