Another girls’ night out last night, yay. Kelly and Sarah came over and we went to Victoria’s Secret (where we all bought 5 undies for $25), Bath & Body Works, Coffee Bean (where Sarah got a drink) and Lollicup (where Kelly and I got lavender milk tea with boba, yum).
Theeeen… the real fun started. We all came back to the house for a minute, said hi to Sean, and then went to Hollywood to go to Blue Mondays. We got there, Kelly and Sarah had a drink each, we were hanging outside, all was great… and then the power went out.
But not just in the club. The power went out in most of Hollywood, because so many people were running air conditioners, and so many clubs/restaurants/etc had their signs lit up (Hollywood = mini Vegas at night).
Along Hollywood Blvd, one of the only things that was lit up was a little Palm Reader’s shop… so we decided to go for it.
I went first, and my reading was, well… general, but pretty accurate. I wanted the reader to say something — anything — about Sean, but she didn’t say anything about my love life other than touching on a past breakup from at least 2-4 years ago (depending on which one she was talking about).
Sarah went next, and hers was pretty much the same — general, fairly accurate, and pretty positive. Sweet, no big deal.
Then Kelly went in. She was in the shop for a longer time than Sarah or I, but we didn’t think much of it. When she came out, though, she was freaked out. The palm reader said a bunch of things about how someone was trying to harm her by talking about her behind her back, and that it was “destroying her aura.” The reader seemed pretty serious about it, and kept saying that she wanted to help Kelly, that she wanted to pray for her, light a candle for her, cleanse her aura, etc. Kelly was a little tipsy, to say the least, so it freaked her out quite a bit — she was pretty upset.
So we drove back towards home (we all live in the Marina del Rey/Mar Vista area) and decided to go to IHOP for some comfort food, where we sat and talked and just generally had a great girl talk.
I think Kelly’s feeling better (I haven’t talked to her yet today)… but it was still kind of weird.
Anyway, I’m probably leaving out a bunch of important/entertaining details about the evening… but oh well. We’re going back next week because they gave us free passes due to the power outage. So maybe I’ll have more to talk about then?
Alrighty. Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for…
Yesterday, my dear Amber suggested that I blog about my opinions on PROSTITUTION. So here goes nothing.
Although I, myself, cannot see myself ever prostituting myself for various reasons, I think the act should be legalized. What people want to do with their own bodies should be their own business, and if they want to get paid or pay someone for it, why shouldn’t we let them? As long as there is consent, sex is legal. If there is consent and a mutual agreement of terms and payment, why shouldn’t prostitution be legal?
There should, of course, be a limit — everything in moderation and all that. Prostitutes should have to be licensed, like doctors or lawyers, and they should be required by law to have drug screenings and STD/HIV tests on a regular basis, lest their license be null and void. To receive the license in the first place, they should have to complete an exam, much like the written exam for a driver’s license, which should quiz them on things like STDs, birth control, condom use, legal definitions of rape, etc. And there should be protection for them, from an agency or something of the like, so they won’t have to risk going out on street corners.
Like I said, it’s not the choice for me, but I don’t see why it should be forbidden from someone who wants it to be their life choice. Women (and men) can make a fairly good living from it, I expect, and with the help of the government and/or private agencies, they could be safe about it as well.
I feel like a horrible friend right now. I just found out that my best friend from seventh grade on, practically my sister, posted in her blog about her grandmother, who is in an ICU right now clinging to life. I just found out about it — four days after it was posted.
I feel like such a shit. I don’t even know if I should call her. I don’t know what I would say. I need to call her, I know I need to… but what do I say?
I don’t know how to console. I’m terrible at it.