I had no intentions of returning to Southern California until August. Tis BFF’s birthday and the Cowboys are in Oxnard for training camp then San Diego for a pre-season game. However, three weeks ago BFF calls with the news she’s scored tickets to the Eclipse premiere. I’ve NEVER hid the fact that I’m a Twi-hard, so I’ve no taste for your haterade. Just be thankful the squealing 14 year-old stays contained within. And besides, I promise this is going somewhere.

At the premiere party...check out that mad tan line!

Although my financially-sound, better judgment attempted to be the decision maker on whether or not to fly out, it took all of 18 hours for it to be overpowered by my dominant better half who has a penchant for obsession. Not to mention my entire self needed a getaway before I went bananas in a bad way at work. So a plane ticket was booked, a dress was bought and the Disneyland annual pass was ready to go. It was time to go back, back to Cali, Cali. I must admit mixed feelings ensued. I’ve enjoyed my life in Dallas thus far, despite a work load and temperatures created by the Devil himself. I have a great duplex in a neighborhood I’ve wanted to live in for forevs, a 13-minute commute and access to all my long-term friends and family. The only thing missing right now is football season and the Spanish and/or French lover I’m on the hunt for to tide me over till I finally get my hands on Taylor Lautner (more on that later, duh!). So I knew this trip could have it’s emotional consequences. And it did, more so than I’ll tell anyone in person. I do NOT – let me infinitely repeat, do NOT – miss Los Angeles. The traffic, lack of parking, soul sucking atmosphere and kryptonitic cute Jewish boys…get a sister outta there, stat. However, California (not to be confused with LA, they are NOT one and the same) I miss so much it hurts my heart. I spent quite a bit of time on the beach at Crystal Cove (Newport) and it’s all I could do not to leave LAX in tears on Saturday. Had I possessed a job or a man I loved and gotten the hell out of LA, I don’t think I would have left. In no way do I regret my decision to move back to Dallas, I did what was best for me at that (and this) point. Having said that, there was a moment on Saturday morning, right as the sun broke through the June gloom, with my toes in the sand, that I realized the rest of my life is TBD and I am okay with that…FINALLY.

Breakfast with BFF on the beach...pure perfection!

So the entire trip was as perfect as it could have been. The premiere was fun, although  I DEFINITELY almost went bananas in a terrible, very bad way whilst in the trillion-person line to retrieve our cell phones after the screening. I fell absolutely, positively in love with little Taylor all over again. I still want to put him in my pocket, feed him Reese’s Puffs cereal and let him watch football with me. (If that’s all you think I want to do with/to him…you’re delusional). ANYWAY, pros of the after party were mac-n-cheese, Crumb cupcakes, champagne and I managed to look hot. Cons of the after party were decorations that looked like an illegitimate, deformed child of a  Costco camping display and a really bad prom. Carnations and fake snow do not make an appropriate center piece for most occasions, most of all for a premiere party for the biggest movie of the year. Just saying.

So TO THE POINT…the celebrity guest list for this gig was leaked hours before. It so happened to include Kim Kardashian. You just had an A-HA! moment, right? Let me just say, as far as I know, she wasn’t there. On the off chance she was and I ran into her (i.e. stalked her down after a bottle of Cabernet), I made a solemn public promise to friends and fellow Cowboys fans on Facebook that I would not cause a scene. Although I have tried to stay Team Switzerland on this issue, it appears I must make an official statement on the RUMORED union of Miss Kardashian and Miles Austin.

Let there be no mistake, the day I found out, my intern thought someone had killed one of my dogs and I made multiple threats (in my head) to cancel my Shoe Dazzle account. After sleeping on the issue, I discovered I’m as okay with it as possible. There are many reasons to actually like Kim, other than the fact she’s smoking hot. She has a real figure, talks about her cellulite publicly and started a shoe of the month club. And I gotta give her mad props for moving up in the football player food chain. The only set back in my acceptance of their RUMORED relationship was on Friday during cocktails with my Cowboys group in Santa Monica, I was informed that Kim and Miles were apparently cozied up one night at Casa Vega…my absolute favorite restaurant in my former neighborhood. Not gonna lie, I felt a little violated.

But you can take it to the presses that CLSL is officially, albeit maybe a little begrudgingly, okay with Miles Austin dating Kim Kardashian. But probably only till the Taylor Lautner high wears off. Let’s be honest.

That's me! Number 19! I'VE HAD IT FOR A YEAR.

Home safe home from nasty and humid Orlando. Very, very happy to back in Los Angeles. I did jack nothing for Halloween, as I’m having a terrible time adjusting to both the time difference and now the time change. I did make it out to Santa Monica to hang with the Cowboys peeps yesterday, tis been awhile. I’ve decided that 10 a.m. games + bloody marys have taken 3rd place in my ultimate list of soul mates (right after peanut butter + chocolate and me + Taylor Lautner will be when he’s legal…as mentioned before). Anyhow, the Cowboys peeps? Yeah, they’ve decided I’m some sort of oracle thanks to the fact I’ve had a Miles Austin jersey for a year. Have I mentioned I’ve had my jersey for a year? Cause I’ve totally had my jersey for a year. They want to know who I’m buying next, Bennett? Ogletree? What they fail to realize is I put SO MUCH EFFORT into this relationship that I’m tired, fool. I just want to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. You can’t force amazingness, yo.

A funny thing happened whilst walking into a movie theatre yesterday. As I was finding a seat in a sold out auditorium of “This Is It” I swear to Jebus I got the loudest SHOUT OUT ever for my jersey. This dude was like “Wow, Miles Austin…NICE!” I was like “I know.”

So that was a first. Dearest Miles, I’m invisible most of the time to folks…so between me getting a shout out and you getting your own post on Kissing Suzy Kolber, dude, it’s safe to say…YOU HAVE MADE IT.

Speaking of amazingness. And luck. I WON A PS3 LAST WEEK! True story! This makes me happy for multitudes of reasons. I owned a PS3 at one point in time, but I lost it in the Heinous Split of 2008. So here I’ve sat with Blu Rays and no way to play them and a burning itch to finally learn how to play Madden. Not only that, but I use to be pretty bad ass at the EA NHL game. Now you can bring it on, bitches.

There was totes something else I was going to say, but I don’t remember what. Plenty of posts coming this week if I’m not coming down with the pig flu. And I don’t have time for the pig flu, cause I have the Vegas in THREE DAYS!

Before I forget, I have to send a shout out to the bartenders of and highly recommend High Voltage, the sports bar at Marriott World Center in Orlando. Those guys were the shit, despite the fact one was a Philly fan. They were so cool to me, the only girl and only person in a jersey for almost four hours Sunday before last. Three beers and two Miles Austin TDs later I was everyone’s BFF. Especially the guys from Buffalo sitting next to me who kept offering to give TO back and the table of Patriots fans behind me who tried to get my attention for two hours and finally cracked me with “everyone knows Romo is just an ugly version of Brady”. That one got me.

CLSL is closing in on its three monthaversary. One of the most fascinating (and rather disturbing) features of WordPress is being able to see what search terms led folks to this blog. Because I am easily entertained, I’ve decided to form an occasional Q&A out of what these weirdos are searching for.

1. “you win some you learn some”

The title of this post. They’re also lyrics from Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours.” If you’ve not figured out by now, titles of all my posts come from song lyrics. They may or may not make sense or be applicable to the post, just depends on what I’m listening to and/or writing about. Or what mood I’m in. The title of this post comes from Bob Schneider’s “Big Blue Sea.” If you know me, you know how hard Bob rocks my world.

Never heard of him, sorry.

2. “miles austin pictures”

Who’s this Miles Austin you speak of?! (P.S. Google Images).

3. “gay lady wants man meetup cam calgary”

I…wow. You made a wrong turn somewhere, sister. I talked about Calgary in this post, but something tells me stalking Czech hockey players isn’t the sort of thing you’re into.

4. “what to do when she is crazy about sport”

You grow some balls, that’s what you do. And don’t let her go, you might not find another one like her.

5. “team canada hockey memories”

Aw, that’s sweet. I got nothing about Team Canada, but plenty of hockey memories here, here and here.

6. “anaheim ducks – ride the zamboni”

Dirty birds. I hate them. But they might let you ride their…zamboni.

7. “jamie langenbrunner nude”

Okay, really? Good luck with that. During your search, should you find anything (nude or otherwise) about his younger brother (I think his name is Ryan? can’t remember)…yeah, get back to me on that.

"Allowing Sean Avery to be himself seems penance enough" - THN

8. “sean avery”

My caffeine induced tirade regarding manwhore him can be found here.

9. “miles austin myspace”

Him again? Perplexing. (P.S. he doesn’t have a MySpace…Demarcus Ware and Jay Ratliff do, however).

10. “blinged out dallas cowboys football shirt”

Whatever. I’m sure they’re out there. Or you can buy a bedazzler and go to town on that Romo jersey. Go girl.

11. “sport bars in los angeles for cowboy fan”

You can’t really throw a football on Sunday without hitting some sort of Cowboys fan. They can be found in most sports bars, we don’t have our own bar like Philadelphia and Boston fans (gag and puke). However, per this post, you’ll see a large contingent of fans meets for every game at Yankee Doodles in Santa Monica. See you Sunday.

12. “miles austin jersey”

Okay I give in. You want one? Tough. Go to the NFL Shop and have one made like I did. Contrary to delusional beliefs, Austin jerseys aren’t mass produced and stockpiled like Romo, Owens and Barber. I know, right? I already have both blue and white Barber jerseys, but so does EVERYBODY ELSE in Dallas. And I like to be different (and I’m crazy). Therefore, last weekend when the NFL shop was having an after Thanksgiving sale…well, my Austin jersey is on the way.

13. “chris collinsworth nude”

WHY?! You sick f*ck. Stay of the internet.

I sometimes wonder exactly what I’ve gotten myself into by writing this rubbish. I know people are reading it, quite a few people. Which is great, I just constantly worry I sound like a buffoon. But as I said in my introductory post, I might not always be sober…and I might not always make sense.

I’ve found a great group of hockey people in Los Angeles, so I can get my fix fulfilled on a regular basis…but with football, not so much. The Cowboys weren’t only a part of growing up, a part of home, they were associated with a major part of my life that is now coming to a close. Therefore, it will be awhile before I find a suitable replacement to properly share football/my Cowboys with. Until then, my friend Eric gets all of my “OMG DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS?!” text messages and you get to suffer through my written diatribes.

Isn’t it funny how much in life some of us associate with sports? How my week begins is dependent upon the Cowboys and my fantasy team. I willingly donate my Sundays to football (and several of my late Saturday afternoons are now dedicated to hockey). And as you’ve read over the past entries, hockey defined my life from middle school through most of college. And I wouldn’t change a thing. I figure there are worse things in life to be involved in.

Since sports are such a huge part of my interests and I’m relatively recently single, I’ve made a point of getting out of the house to watch games. I’ve done my fair share of bar hopping this year. There are a TON of sports bars in LA, it’s ridiculous. The list below doesn’t even begin to skim the surface. However, these are the ones I remember (ahem) and I have a feeling a female sports fan’s reviews of individual establishments might be a little more unique and elaborate than just “beer good. hot wings good.” Just saying. We tend to hold grudges, sports related and otherwise…it comes with the estrogen.

In somewhat geographical order, east to west…

The Office Bar & Grill, Burbank

1. Burbank: The Office Bar & Grill. A relatively new establishment, they don’t have their full liquor license yet (unfortunately)…but they do have a great living room set up in the back with super comfy couches, a menu that offers several alternatives to traditional sports bar fare and they let us watch hockey! On THREE TVs! Unheard of!

2. Hollywood: Big Wangs. Truth be told, I’ve not been here to watch sports yet. I ended up here once and good lord, I was nothing less than absolutely wasted. What I DO remember about this night is it had a great atmosphere, some sort of UT paraphernalia that I shouted Hook ‘Em Horns at (yes, I tend to converse with inanimate objects while under the influence) and it was where I met the last guy I dated. Which is strange, because he doesn’t actually like sports. We didn’t go out until months after we met, at which point I HAD to ask how we started talking in the first place, since I blacked that convo out and it obviously wasn’t about sports – that’s traditionally how I throw myself into people’s conversations. Turns out I overheard him and his friends talking about Friday Night Lights. Yep, that’ll do it, too.

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