today i went to happy hour with some coworkers. it was at a place on third and crescent heights (not the third in santa monica where the horrid incident occurred) called "el carmen." it's really original... mexican wrestlers decorate the walls and it's super dark inside. sort of a hole in the wall. anyway, the drinks were rather poor and pricey (11 bucks for my margarita) but i guess patrons pay for the atmosphere. random side note: work should require happy hours for coworkers to relax, socialize and complain about the day. hah hah. i wish... oh another l.a. trend i learned today -- stylists. so i'm sitting with a coworker and her friend and the friend tells her that his trainer and his stylist are almost like his best friends. "you have to get a stylist." and i'm like, omigosh, i need to get a stylist! okay. not really. but i thought it was kind of funny.