<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:36:39.555-07:00</updated><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Out and About'/><category term='lessons'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Bubbly</title><subtitle type='html'>"Twenty-Something" adventures in LA and Beyond...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-1719094063580861888</id><published>2010-03-02T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:25:02.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Words To Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.  I make mistakes, I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" ~ Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best quotes I've come across.  I think Marilyn had it right... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to some wise words!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-1719094063580861888?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/1719094063580861888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/03/words-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/1719094063580861888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/1719094063580861888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/03/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words To Live By'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-6060165768880661917</id><published>2010-03-01T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:46:28.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and About'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>Text Message Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What part of "I'm not interested," is so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;When you've made yourself completely clear, even going to the extent to ask someone to leave, how do they not get the clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean continue to text every 15 minutes for the rest of the night describing your selfish and outrageous points of view on why we should hang out, but not date.  It doesn't mean I'm being "frigid" because I'm ignoring the texts.  It doesn't mean come over to my table and sit down and introduce yourself to my sister and her boyfriend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means, leave me alone,  I'm not interested, please move on, don't continue to text me until 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to getting a clue!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-6060165768880661917?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/6060165768880661917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/03/text-message-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/6060165768880661917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/6060165768880661917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/03/text-message-overload.html' title='Text Message Overload'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-7038159192980948072</id><published>2010-02-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:15:42.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out and About'/><title type='text'>Swank or Sleaze?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One weekend... 2 "Swanky" bars, but I'm starting to believe that "Swank" equals "Sleaze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new friend over the weekend compared it to the "bridge &amp; tunnel."  New Yorkers I guess would understand.... It is the perfect way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swanky, hotel bar scene that I found myself in not once, but twice this weekend opened my eyes to what a sleazy, foreign, obnoxious crowd the hot hotel bar hoppers really are. Does trendy decor &amp; over-priced cocktails lure them in?  Do they think slurring their pick up lines in foreign languages makes you interested?  Or is it simply, they're staying there, and I'm the intruder to their good time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case may be... I've learned my lesson, check out the hot hotel bar scene ONLY during the work week happy hour unless you're in the mood for over-eager, overly pretentious, greasy men with horrible pick up lines you can't understand and no sense of personal space trying to pick you up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to over-priced cocktails, at least they're strong!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-7038159192980948072?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/7038159192980948072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/swank-or-sleaze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/7038159192980948072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/7038159192980948072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/swank-or-sleaze.html' title='Swank or Sleaze?'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-4072969386892547100</id><published>2010-02-08T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:25:13.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>The Break Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Do you really have to have a "break up" discussion after only 3 dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the question I've been contemplating.  How do you politely get out of seeing someone without hurting their feelings.  If I were a guy, I would just not call, and I'd get the message, but girls are faced with a much harder dilemma... I could not answer his calls/texts, but that's just rude.  I can tell him I don't think it's going to work out, but that seems excessive, it was only 3 dates.  So how do you properly tell someone you don't want to go out again without hurting their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I can do at this time is just hope he just came to the same conclusion as me: I'm just not that into you... and all will be quiet on the dating front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping he Doesn't call!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-4072969386892547100?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/4072969386892547100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/break-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/4072969386892547100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/4072969386892547100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/break-off.html' title='The Break Off'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-8008833715451261957</id><published>2010-02-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:27:29.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>Weekend Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A couple things I learned over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always make a reservation at the bowling alley, it's a hot place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patron shots sound fun in theory, but once you pass 25, I think you're a little too old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no place better to catch a guy than Javier's in Crystal Cove if you're nip, tucked, and over 40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget your fastrack pass... the toll road is pointless without it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday brunch with a great friend is the best part of any weekend.  But be careful about what you plan to do after a couple of mimosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great weekend, a great date, a great family, a great friend, and just feeling great!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-8008833715451261957?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/8008833715451261957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/8008833715451261957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/8008833715451261957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-lessons.html' title='Weekend Lessons'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-3973608010961860902</id><published>2010-01-29T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:00:20.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Bowling for Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2 guys... 2 dates... one idea: bowling.&lt;br /&gt;It leads me to ask, is BOWLING the new hot date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 different dates this weekend, with 2 very different guys.  And they've both suggested bowling.  Is this a new trend that I've somehow missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love to bowl.  It's fun, active, competitive, and always makes for a great time.  But what is the obsession?  Is bowling somehow romantic now?  Slipping into some clown shoes and throwing balls at pins!  Maybe there really is something to it.  Guess I better start perfecting my game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the perfect strike!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-3973608010961860902?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/3973608010961860902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/bowling-for-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/3973608010961860902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/3973608010961860902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/bowling-for-boys.html' title='Bowling for Boys'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-7207745900522838985</id><published>2010-01-26T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:30:46.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>A Handful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm running late, I just got pulled over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't start a date any better than that.  But at least it leaves you time to go to the bar and have a drink to quiet the nerves before your law-breaking, blind date shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the minor run-in with the law, he was as nice and cute as could be.  Good tacos... good convos... good times; even down to the goodnight boob-grab in my car.  Poor guy, I couldn't stop laughing and he was mortified, but made for a very memorable night.  Looks like he's got a "handful" with me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great first date!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-7207745900522838985?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/7207745900522838985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/handful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/7207745900522838985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/7207745900522838985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/handful.html' title='A Handful'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4477693509039913225.post-8167063626971028391</id><published>2010-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:40:46.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Blind Date</title><content type='html'>Is it really blind if you've seen a picture?  I have to think it is.  Although they say picture is worth a thousand words, how can you be sure you're getting the same thing?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm meeting someone for the first time.  I don't know if I'll even recognize him when he walks in the door.  It's always an awkward moment, that first date... but even more so when you don't even have a clue who you're meeting.  Nothing a margarita won't cure, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to freshen up, and go out and date.  Hey what's the worst, I can always escape through the bathroom window right?  Although watching the bachelor and 15 girls make fools of themselves trying to find love does sound a little less nerve-wracking than grabbing a bite with a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to dating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4477693509039913225-8167063626971028391?l=alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/feeds/8167063626971028391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/blind-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/8167063626971028391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4477693509039913225/posts/default/8167063626971028391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitofbubbly.blogspot.com/2010/01/blind-date.html' title='Blind Date'/><author><name>A Toast:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675592230125477541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
