Obrigado!

"If you do not go out on Friday night, then you must drink all day Sunday."


The jury's out on this one for me. Granted, we drank mojitos in the rooftop "poozi," while listening to an albino steel drummer and then ate tappas for dinner and danced with hot Brazilians thanks to this creed, but today I feel like shit.


This morning started with the wretched sound of the alarm clock screeching at me like I killed its first-born -- why is it even set? Hmm, because it's MONDAY MORNING! Panic. What is the exotic name of the guy next to me? Why is there so much sand in my bed? How the hell did I get into the house without my keys? Where is my car, toothbrush, blackberry? Do we have time for another round of capoeira before I get fired?


Luckily, this morning the answers arrived without third-party assistance. I called Sean and he let me in -- but not before Marcio and I tried to climb the great wall of China to break in and not before I rang the doorbell one million times at four a.m. to wake him up. Also, Amber's first day of work was today. I'm sure they're thrilled to have me in their lives. And, they don't even know that Marcio was with me because I made him hide in the garage until Sean went upstairs...

His name is Marcio. Not Mario, not Marcello. Right? Right. I think... Luckily, he put me on the spot and asked me point blank if I knew what it was. Phew! Marcio. Hot Brazilian from Sao Paulo whose interests include soccer, international commerce and making out with me on the beach at 2:30 a.m. on Monday. Me likey.


So that's the sand (which is still in my ears!). Betty (the car) is in Manhattan Beach at Shade in the parking lot -- along with all my stuff. Hopefully Raine left my suitcase at the front desk before she left to drive to San Diego this morning since I passed up the chance to spend the night in the penthouse to frolic with said foreigner -- did I mention his accent?


Now I'm dizzy and at work. I ate a crumbled meatball sub with enough cheese to feed a small village. Thank God nobody here gives a shit about me! Hooray vodka.