Mondays are often the thinnest crew of the week and today was no different. Just 3 of us. AIDS Walk L.A. was Sunday, and since everything in West Hollywood is a BFD, this a.m. the parking lot was full of production crew and equipment un-doing the BFD.
So we loaded up in the van and Julio took us to east WeHo to clean up La Brea and head west. I get the new guy, some young 'n' dumb white kid who seems kind of tough but you can tell comes from something better than 'street'. He's handsome but with an edge, and I don't want to pay too much attention to him b/c of his hot shot kind of attitude and he seems to know so much anyway. I just tell him about Julio's obsession with the butts.
He looks over at me repeatedly. Sometimes I catch him and hold his stare, sometimes I ignore him completely. WTF. These are the times I feel oldest. I'm tempted to let him know that I'm old enough to be his mommy. But I save it for another day.
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