I guess it's been a long time coming, eh? Over a year in fact. But believe me, things have happened, oh yes they have. And they all started over the summer in Paris. I must say, Parisian men are NOT shy about being foward. How a woman can shrug it all off just flies past me. Restaurants, les rues, les boites... the monsieurs hit on the femmes. Of course, it's just playful flirting- something the US knows nothing about. I guess that's why Paris is the city of love. But really, it's probably more the city of wanton sex, as monogamy is not a practice taken seriously there.

I return to Los Angeles and hit up the popular Strand Hotel on Hollywood's Sunset Blvd. I've heard of the coffeeshop/lounge/bar and after lounging around in Stephanie's hotel room in LA, I decide to take initiative and take the bored and boring gang out. Mind you, I've never been before, but I know it has to be happening. Besides, Diana is desparately craving some heavy chocolate dessert. After jetting down Sunset for about 25 minutes or so in Kenny's awesome Mercedes, we finally see the Strand.

We walk in and the place is, indeed, happening. We're lost with where to head since there are no signs but just a bunch of "hip" Hollywood-lites.