Mercifully we have a day off from baseball today...and I really need to catch up on sleep. Between staying out with Caroline until 3 am and standing for almost six hours every day in the baseball field, I'm in desperate need to a day to sleep in and recuperate. My bed is hard and my pillows too soft but oooooooohhhhh, aaahhhhhhh, does it feel good to just lie down and do nothing.

Ariana & Co

Of course this doesn't last too long and by 11 pm that evening I'm out with Ariana, her sister Jen and George, a young medic who seems quite taken with Ariana. After bouncing around the Syntigma area awhile, doing shots and getting silly, we wander over to a bar and club area I had been searching for the night before with Caroline. To my dismay I learn I was but one block away when I had given up the night before....and people wonder why I'm so fond of maps.

Anyway, we visited several smaller bars before settling on what appeared to be a converted house serving as a very crowded bar/dance club. It was called Aspro which means White. They were playing a combination of hip hop and older dance tracks and even though it was hot, sweaty, superbly crowded and most of the crowd was very very young guys it was hard not to enjoy ourselves. Eventually I started dancing with a guy who had some very good grooves and I was surprised at how handsy he got right away. I have no experience with Greek guys (strange I know, but true) and wasn't sure if this was a typically Greek guy thing or a Greek guy when he meets a foreigner thing. Eventually Jen "saved" me, but he kept coming around trying to get me in a dirty dance-like clutch. I was alternately offended and flattered because I was old enough to be this young buck's mom! When he asked my age, which by the way all Greeks seem compelled to do, I told him I was old enough to get him in deep trouble...but I think something was lost in translation. Eventually, to my relief he gave up and moved onto younger prey.

Once again the night slipped away into the early morning hours and we had another long day of hot sun and baseball looming. My poor body wasn't used to the late nights as bars in Los Angeles close at 2 am...the hour when things seem to get hopping! But I was determined to endure!