Awkward Spinning Experience

I am an avid spinner and spin at least twice a week. I take a lot of the same teachers because of the times I am able to go. I have been wearing these fantastic sports bras (well I thought they were fantastic till last night) They are Champion from Target and they come in many fun colors and have thin straps so I don't feel totally suffocated as most sports bras make me feel.
I was nearly done with my class last night with a teacher who I take at least once a week if not more and apparently my boobs were bouncing more than usual which lead me to the moment. The instructor got off his bike in the middle of the class to come over to me and whisper in my ear "its called a sports bra!!" I was in shock who does that. I am not sure if I am putting off a weird vibe these days, but random things have been occurring lately and I am not sure how I feel about it.

Massage Gone Wrong

So we all have heard massage horror stories, the masseuse getting a little to close to your privates, getting a boob rub, bad breathe or weird noises made by the therapist but nothing prepared me for what I experienced last night. 

I am a frequent visitor to the Massage Place in Brentwood just a short walk from my house, I have been going for years. I just got back from a trip to Cabo and off a stressful week of work I thought a massage would be a great Tuesday night treat. I arrived fifteen minutes early for my 7 o'clock appointment to relax for a few minutes before I was called in. I was passing the time by checking my emails on my Blackberry when I realized it was ten after seven and my name had not been called. Just as I was about to say something my therapist came over and said I am so sorry but my last client has been in the room for over 15 minutes, I don't know what he is doing and I am so sorry. I immediately thought something was fishy, but just went on with my business on my blackberry. Another five minutes went by and the massage therapist asked the manager at the front desk to please go knock on the door and check on the man to make sure he was okay. When the therapist knocked the man said I am putting on my shoes be out soon. Hmmm I thought to myself why does it take nearly 20 minutes to put your clothes back on after a massage a little strange. 

Finally the man emerged looking very discombobulated, confused and disheveled, but nothing out of the ordinary after you get a massage. He looked like a normal guy maybe in his 30's nothing strange about his appearance. The therapist ran in quickly changed the sheets and asked me to come in that she was ready. The Massage Place is a no frills place you go in get your massage and leave. They usually have a few sets of clean sheets on a shelf in the room to make the transition from client to client seamless and quick.

It was time for me to get undressed and get onto the massage bed. I pulled back the sheet and got under the sheets only to find out the sheets were wet. I immediately jumped out of the sheets looked down and there was a circle of wetness on the top sheet that had soaked through to the bottom sheet. I threw my clothes back on and ran out of the room to tell the therapist. She felt so badly because she knew what it was and was as disgusted as I was about to be. The man had rubbed one out and decided to ejaculate his nastiness onto my clean sheets. I laid in a strangers sperm!!! The therapist began to tell me that the man had been upset with her because she stopped his massage early because he was playing with his little friend during the massage. 

I wasn't sure what to do I was in shock. I ended up getting my massage but the first half an hour was ruined by the thoughts of what I had just laid in!!

I got a free massage but it will be hard for me to go back. 

Sunday at the Counter

Sunday at The Counter...where do I begin.

A bit hungover a few of us decided to go The Counter for lunch to provide some grease in the hopes to make us feel a little better.

I have only been to The Counter once before, but I enjoyed my first experience and I thought it would be the perfect place to go on a Sunday afternoon to get some good food. 

For those of you who haven't experienced The Counter it is a place with 4 protein patty choices, 18 cheeses, 30 toppings, 3 bun choices....one restaurant. For those of you like me who like to hand pick all your meals this is the place for you. They give you a sheet sort of how you order sushi, but you pick all your fixins for your burger or burger bowl- it is fabulous.

The restaurant opened at 12:00 but I had to go pick up my car from the night before therefore we didn't arrive till 12:30. This was our first mistake we ended up waiting 45min for a burger because the restauarnt was full by the time we arrived at 12:30. This gave me a lot of time to watch the folks dining and the ones waiting to dine. 

The restaurant is in Santa Monica not the Inland Empire so some of the things I experienced were very strange for me, things you don't see everyday on the Westside. 

1. A five year old with assbergers (which I am sympathetic towards) however he was out of control- running around the restaurant making noises and almost yelling and of course the parents looked like they were inbreed and could have cared less.

2.  A women dressed in a head to toe ROCKY jumpsuit. The bottoms were black with ROCKY printed down the entire leg and the red matching track jacket....I thought I was in Iowa for a second and I had to control the urge to ask her some questions about her choice of clothing. 

3. A relatively attractive guy sitting having lunch with his is significant other. As they got up to leave he had sunglasses that had the American Flag printed on the lens-freaky.

4. I saved the best for last a 3 year old breastfeeding at the table next to us. This child was a boy, had a full mouth of teeth and as he finished breastfeeding...he asked his mom "where are the french fries I am hungry"

Keep in mind once we sat down we were finished in under one hour. It was a very strange day at The Counter and I am not sure where all these weirdos came from today!

Taxes Finished

I am done with my taxes and I could not be happier. Every year when this time rolls around I feel anxiety about getting my taxes done. I have never been late but for some reason I just cannot relax until I know they are done and now I can officially say they are finished!.

MJ

I am dying to find a way to see MJ in LONDON!
I have always been a fan and I would do anything to see him in concert!

LA RSF

So I know I have blogged a few times about random license plates I see on the road, but I am super observant and they always catch my eye for one reason or another.

Today I was on my usual weekly trip to Riverside to visit my client Tapout. Today was a good day I actually didn't have to drive I was driven which is rare. On the way back to Vernon about half way back on the 60 fwy to be exact we heard a loud boom, our back right tire had blown. We immediatly pulled over to a gas station to find that the tire had a huge hole in it and putting some air in was not going to cut it. There were a group of hispanic men that were getting gas and saw all these well dressed idiots staring at this popped tire and they came rushing over. It was like a NASCAR race they had our tire removed and replaced in less than 10 minutes. As we all were getting ready to pile back into the car I noticed the license plate of the car I was riding in.....

LA RSF......

My mind was spinning because I have seen this guy driving this car around town several times. Come to find out he lives in my neighborhood.  So what does this plate mean...well to me being that I grew up in Rancho Santa Fe (RSF) I always thought this arrogant man had a license plate that said LA RSF (Rancho Santa Fe). As we got back in the car I wasn't sure how to approach the subject without calling him out on being a total jerk. I asked he politely, "what does your plate mean?" He responded Real Special Friend...I said no way what does it mean. He said Ashley its my initials. Then I launched into what I thought it meant and what an a-hole I thought he was driving around town with such a rude arrogant license plate. The entire car was in hysterics...it was great.

Keep in mind the driver goes by Bobby therefore the R threw me off.

Memory Lane

I always thought I was good kid in high school and that I never did anything bad, deceiving or sketchy. My mom pulled this letter out of my box of memories while I was home over the weekend and I have never laughed so hard in my life. I was probably 15 or 16 years old and I seemed to think it was okay to have one my friends write a letter to my Dad telling him that we should be able to sleep at their house with our dates and that he should get hotel somewhere with my mom for the night. My parents were pretty cool but this didn't fly!