#WTF: About the last 48 hours ... can I get a rundown? (Gabriel Macht, Pete Wentz, broken water heater, & Charlie Sheen hooker)

HAHAHA oh boy. The adventures never stop do they ...

So, on Friday at like 12:30 I was pacing around the apartment wrapping up a phone meeting with this rad chickadee (I am COMPLETELY incapable of sitting still while talking on the phone. Especially if I'm pulling out creative ideas, or explaining something - I have to, have to, have to, bounce around), and I look over and see water in the hallway.

My roomie has a cat, so my immediate assumption was that the cat knocked something over - so I walk into the hallway prepared to clean the mess up, and as I am hanging up the call (we were done at that point), I open up the door to the closet where the water was coming from and am IMMEDIATELY SOOOOAAKKKKKKKEEEEDDDD from head to toe.

Oh fuck my life - this isn't a closet, this is where the hot water heater is!! And the thing sprung a leak!!!

One thing I can pride myself in is staying ALARMINGLY calm in situations like this. I can immediately remove the emotional/ shock elements and jump into next doable action breakdown.

Step 1: Call roommate, get landlord's name and info.

I call the roomster at work, and she gives me the info that I needed. I then proceed to run downstairs to get the number (which was located by the mailbox). I call the landlord and explain the situation - he says he is going to call a plumber and will have someone out today.

Today, I firmly respond back. Oh no, we need someone NOW! Can you tell me how to turn off the water at least?

I be right there, he says in an accent not recognized by a specific geographic location.

<tangent> I never got that part. ALL of my landlords living in LA have had some thick, heavy accent, but you can't figure out where it is from and they're usually so crusty and rude to begin with you don't even want to bother to ask. </tangent>

Not wanting to take my chances waiting on the plumber or the landlord with the not recognized by a specific geographic location accent (as water was SHOOTING OUT!!! Like SPRAYING OUT!!!! like MASSIVE amounts of water coming at a VERY strong rate), I turned to twitter ...

NERDS TO THE RESCUEE!!!!!!

I honestly had no idea there even was a valve or anything to this thing. Out of all my crazy/ weird/ apartment stories, none of them have involved a hot water heater. ANNNDD the instructions that were on the actual tank were more for the gas, not for turning off the water.

I looked all over, up, and down the fucking thing and for the LIFE of me could not find the valve.

I then ran outside to start knocking on neighbor's doors to see if they knew.

<tangent> Remember, this is LA - I've lived in this town for 7 years and have known ZEEEERRROOOO of my neighbors during that time. I've lived in buildings with my friends and what not, but people just do their own thing here. Melrose place, this is not. </tangent>

Now, running outside and banging on neighbor's doors is one thing, and dramatic in and of itself - but let me also explain to you all that I was in my now soaked gray bathrobe with an electric blue towel on my head at the same time. (What a great way to introduce yourself to the neighbors!!) So I wasn't just running around banging on doors - I was running around looking like a LEGIT crazy person banging on fucking doors.

It was hilarious, and the entire time I kept laughing thinking this needed to be filmed.

Finally after knocking on the 6th door, I got a neighbor that was home and he came by to help explaining the same thing happened to him a few months back. Stupid landlord with their stupid hot water heaters that don't stupid work.

After almost a solid 30 minutes with water pouring out, the landlord finally arrived with the plumber in tow and turned off the water to the apartment and subsequently replaced the hot water heater.

Not before some awesome pics were taken though ...

The tank sprung a leak somewhere near the top so I grabbed the mop to plug it as best as I could and put pots and pans beneath it to collect the water

The roomster came home from work early to help me clean up the mess as we didn't want to have water damage

Friday was hilarious. Fortunately, because the roomie came home I was still able to go to my meetings in the afternoon, ANNNNNDDDD not lose out on too much of my day.

Did it suck having water come spraying out of the hall soaking me from head to toe? Certainly. But at least we were able to slide around on towels for an hour during clean up - so that was fun. Life hands you lemons - grab a glass and add some alcohol! Whoop whoop!

SOOOOO ... that happened.

Then last night, I wanted to get a group together to kick it before I leave to go back east tomorrow. I had to go to a friend's birthday too, so we settled on Dillons in Hollyhood since it was centrally located for everyone, and walking distance to the birthday fiesta.

The roomie and I grab a city bus and head on ova to Hollywood. After a few minutes of bus riding, Nsync's tearin up my heart comes on my iPod, and I proceed to grab the roomie and do some chair dancing mimicking their awesome moves.

It was AHHH-MAZING!!!

I then met up with everyone at Dillons and we grabbed some brewskies before heading over to the fiesta. Dude, $3 beers!!! Like SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!! Love love love Dillons.

We then walk over to the birthday party, have a few more drinks, and sometime around 2 we were kicked out.

Not wanting to go home just yet, my buddy Russ suggested that we hit up Greco's down the street for a piece of their AAAMMMAAAAZZZIINNNGGG pizza!!!

<tangent> Seriously nerds, Greco's is like CRACK when you are drunk. Their pieces are SUPER HUGE and SUPER yummy and totally sold by the slice. </tangent>

We walk up to Greco's, and there are paparazzi outside the place. AHHH fuck. Only in LA would there ever be a line not for actual food, but to get in because there is some celeb there.

We push past the photogs and wait in line to get our grub.

I look around wondering who the fuss was about, and as I turned my head to the left, I saw Pete Wentz with his new super hot girlfriend.

Seriously, girlfriend is BEAUTIFUL!!!

<tangent> Pete is the duderino from Fall Out Boy, but more known for his now failed marriage to Ashlee Simpson. </tangent>

I don't know - the guy does nothing for me. I'm not mad at him, whatever, to each his own ... but again, did nothing for me.

I will say though, two thumbs up for taking pics with fans. Most celebs can be pretty fucking douchey when it comes to posing for pics - he seemed to not have a problem with it at all. Good job, dude!

So after waiting in line for a bit, Pete leaves, we finally get our pizza ... and after 20 minutes of digesting I have some serious yummy-bits in my tummy-ness.

UUUGGHHH!!! Grecos stop being so deliciousssssssss!!!

We go to throw our stuff away, and I look over and SMACK my roomie on the arm.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, I say. You are NOT going to believe who that is.

Who? She says wondering if there is another celeb spotting.

Orange dress ... 3 o'clock ... that is the nanny/ dj/ hooker from the Charlie Sheen intern post. It's the fucking hooker that asked me if I was looking for love, I scream into her ear. (HAHA!! That story is really funny ... read more here)

I have a picture of her back at the house from when she gave me her card - just remember that face. OMG OMG OMG!!!

We laugh as we are leaving, and as we are standing outside saying our goodbyes to Russ (the rest of the group all went home after the bar), I see this guy walking out of the restaurant who looks like a CLONE of Gabriel Macht (aka my other future baby daddy - sorry Pete Cashmore). He stepped closer and more into the light.

OMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGGG that is Gabriel Macht I think.

Mind you too, I had been telling a story or something to Russ and the roomie. I stopped MID SENTENCE to stare. I was knocked on my ass STAR STRUCK!!!!!

<tangent> Dudes, this never happens to me. But when I have an uber crush on a dude, I literally get scared silent out of not wanting to say anything stupid. Remember what happened when I crashed the Grammys to meet Pete? The first words out of my mouth were, hey! I recognized you by your jaw line. SMOOTHHH, I am not. </tangent>

The second he steps out of ear shot I jump up and down ... OMG OMG OMG you guys!! That's Gabriel MACHT!!!!!!!!

Who, they both say in unison.

Get our your phones. Google "G-a-b-r-i-e-l_M-a-c-h-t"

OOOHHHHH they both say in unison.

Um yeah.

That was the dude that just walked by and is walking down Cahuenga RIGHT NOW!!!

UUGHHH!!! I love love love Hollywood.

Anywho, that happened. The roomie and I then said bye to Russ and headed back to the apartment where I tore apart my desk to find the card from the nanny/ dj/ hooker - after a few minutes I place my hands on it.

THIS IS HER!! THIS IS HER!!! The hooker from Barneys that we just saw!!

HAHA, you're right! she says

Seriously, only in Hollywood would shizzy shiznat like this go down. I love love LOOVVEEEEE you Los Angeles!!!

Excitement all around. Alrite, duderinos - next up, I gotta finish writing out the series of posts on my first adult heartbreak. You can read the latest chapter here. Then I gotta pack for NYC baby!!! Will be there for meetings all day on Tuesday, and then depending on how late everything ends - I'm either that night heading on a bus up to Boston, or the next day. So much hustling, in so little time.

I'll be doing either a coffee or beer meet up with everyone on Tuesday the 4th in NYC, so if you wanna hang just follow me on Twitter and I'll tweet out a place where we can all meet up! @JenFriel

Peace love and lollipops nerderinos! Thanks so much for reading!! =) Gives me an excuse to have all these adventures. ::mwahahaha::

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