3 cops, Piranha Shots, A Multi-Million Dollar Houseboat and whole hell of a lot of sun!

Last weekend was insanely crazy…too much to go into details with so I thought I’d share a pictorial view of the weekend. Though to sum up what’s NOT in the picture here is a rundown of the weekend- Another Friday night at Kokomos and Martini bay that resulted in shots with our director, an invited on the houseboat for Saturday, more bull rides, taste testing new Piranha Shots, cops being called to the hot tub for what the neighbors thought was a domestic disturbance call (it was just us laughing at 2 am!), Jet Skiing on the lake, many meals, laughter, shots, sun, sand and fun. And now for the pictures!!!

The start of my Journey... and the first of my 3 boats I hopped on for the day! Enjoying my ride down the channel on the way to Cooper to meet up with the crew and the boats!
The camera boat. Yea the crew has it really hard and get Camera Boats instead of a dark camera truck. With Video Village under the awning. We were only shooting b unit for the opening credits but still had about 10 boats out there between basecamp, transpo, and crew boats.

The crew setting up for a shoot on top of the canyon. Yes some people had to work, just not me! They even had to climb up the top of the mountain with all their gear, while we watched from the boat and getting some sun.

The boys enjoying the boobs in the Canyon. You can see some of the dumb ass kids diving off the rocks in the background!

Crazy kids at Cooper Canyon. Look closely and you can probably see all the girls in Pasties. Let me tell you no one looks good in pasties!

More of the Cooper Canyon Party

The House Boat... yea it's a rough life I have! It was supposed to be used for basecamp but seeing as the crew was stuck in the canyon for the day it was just the four of us stowaways enjoying the sun!

Grill Saturdays!

Perfect View!

One of the 4 bedrooms!

View from the master bedroom

Living Room complete with flat screen TV... and Amanda and Matt enjoying it

Kitchen and Living Room

Hot tub on the top

Yes it even has a slide! Mr. Green's Former Roomate was the only one brave enough to get in the cold water without a wetsuit

Matt Double Fisting it at The Naked Turtle! We were exhusted but happy with out Bucket of drinks... YAY for the turtle! This time we went with the Pink Lemonade... taste like lemonade but hits you like a long island, especially after a day in the sun.

Sunday Funday!

When I left off I was just about to take my nap on my Sunday Funday… well the nap never happened. One of the PA’s and his buddy that was in town for the week knocked on the door and invited me to come and play in the sun… with Alcohol of course! We started off the afternoon at The Naked Turtle, I think this place may soon become my new cheers. Now the food itself was not that great, but the drinks are fantastic. And the atmosphere is what kills. We sat with our feet in the sand and drank our bucket drinks, yes you can order drinks from a BUCKET. After that we headed over to Heat another bar right on the water where they specialize in 2 dollar Mimosas and Bloody Mary’s. The best part of Heat is that not only does it have the water view but you can lay out in lounge chair and sleep. And yes that is what all 3 of us did. After bucket drinks and 3 rounds of mimosas and Bloody Mary's we passed out for a good hour! Once we woke up we decided to it was time to shower (and nap indoors). After our naps we were off to one of the local bars- Mad Dogs where their special is half price food on Sundays! Though I have to say by that time I was pretty exhausted, so I opted out of the movie and went home to pass out. All in all I have to say it was a pretty fantastic weekend. I may have been exhausted Monday morning but I was sporting a nice new tan and a smile!

Hardt, the Puma

I don’t know where to start on my weekend… so I guess I will start at the beginning- Friday.

Friday Night- After a very exciting first week of work I decided some steam needed to be blown off with the new co-workers. After work we stumbled down to the hotel bar for some drinks. Or at least that was the plan. Instead we ended up with shot after shot after shot at Martini Bay and then headed over to Kokomos (the spring break crazy club at the resort) and managed some more shots and a few rides on the bull. And yes I rode the bull. And yes I was so sore yesterday from it, complete with bruises and marks. Once the room started to spin it was time for some much needed food in my belly (Jack In the Box of course!) and bed. All in all a fun night, a bit crazy but a great way to bond with the co-workers.

Testosterone Saturday-Now I started the day off with a raging hangover but luckily was able to rev it up enough for a ride on the jet skis… which was amazing. There is something completely freeing being out there on the lake, wind in my hair and just going as fast as possible over all the bumps and waves. And yes I did get even sorer after that ride but it was so worth it. Not only did I have a blast doing it, it felt good to know that I was able to keep up with 3 23 year old boys out there! After the jet skis we went for a short dip in the pool (with beers of course) and then headed out on the Pontoon boat for the rest of the afternoon. 4 hours later I think I have finally seen all of Lake Havasu, and I have to say it’s spectacular!!! We docked in Cooper Canyon for awhile. And if you’ve never been it’s something that’s impossible to describe. All the boats tie up to each other and join in on the party boats with the dj’s and it’s just a big drunk spring break mess. Everyone is just dancing in their bathing suits, though with a lot of the girls that suit was just PASTIES. Yes it seems outside of the stripper world girls do wear those out, and in Lake Havasu it seems to be completely normal that all the girls are just wearing pasties. The other appeal of Cooper Canyon is the cliff jumping. You climb up the cliffs by a tow rope, get to the highest point and just jump. It was summed up perfectly by one of the guys I was with: “Water just shot up my ass. I literally was raped by Lake Havasu”. After mooring there for a bit we headed over to the Naked Turtle where I found the best bar in Havasu. It’s this Tiki bar out on the island, complete with rum drinks and Jimmy Buffet!

After the Naked Turtle it was home to the hotel to get changed before my night out with the boys. And by boys I mean it was me and 6 boys for the night. Yes my odds were good! We started back at the Naked Turtle but then quickly progressed to Midget Wrestling. Yes you read that right, we went to midget wrestling. And it wasn’t like I thought, little Midgets wrestling each other. Instead it was some crazy jackass style fighting. Complete with a midget drinking his own pee, one showing how he can do doggie style like the best of them (standing up!). stapling dollar bills to each other’s heads and tongues (complete with Midget Blood) and then fighting with props (sledgehammer, trash can, chairs). All in all it was the most extreme and most disgusting thing I have seen in a really long time! Seriously not what I expected and something that I hope to NEVER see again. Luckily they were offering PBR’s pint size for only 3 dollars, though I have to say I didn’t have enough to actual be able to stand Midget Wrestling. After that we all were a little off, so we headed back over the bridge to Kokomos where I partied with the 23 year olds until 2 (complete with another bull ride), did a little hot tubing until 3 and then it was off to bed. All in all a great weekend and am exhausted. Nap time for poor little Hardt…

Luck O the Irish!

My St. Paddy's Day Green Martini

Drunken Idiots quote of the day:

“Come on over I’m gonna show everyone my titties”

Day 2 of work is going just as good as day 1… things did get crazy in the office today. I’ve been working non-stop all day, with phones ringing off the hook, emails being zing and zinged back and forth, insurance certs to be issues, vendor lists to get finalized and don’t get me started on the phone issues! But it felt great to be back into the thick of it, so busy I didn’t have a moment to think about anything. This is exactly what I’ve needed in my life. Something to keep my mind off boys, and troubles and boys…

Though it hasn’t been all work- lunch was spent laying in the pool with cute U of A boys offering me shots out of a water gun. And it was hard to turn down the drinks let me tell you. So really the hardest part of the job is the fact that after my lunch breaks in the pool or down at the lake I have to come back up to the office, change out of my bikini and actually do some work 

I thought I would be here lonely and missing everyone back in LA… instead I’ve been too busy to think about anything. My days have been spent at work, my nights have been spent in the bars getting to know my co-workers and the bartenders down at the bar (a future Mr. Lake Havasu is in that bunch!). My weekend is already booked up with 2 different sets of boys. With plans for jet skiing, drinking and a trip out to the Sand Bar… gonna be a fun hot weekend in Havasu!!!!

I have so many details to tell but I’ve been swamped at work and by the time I get home I’m exhausted and usually just pass out! Hopefully time to write tonight after the gym…

Sending my love from the lake!
Hardt

Sitting on the dock of the bay

View of my new office!

I’m sitting out overlooking the lake, glass of wine in hand staring up at the millions of stars… and just thinking about the last couple of days. It’s been exhausting, exhilarating, wonderful and scary all at the same time. I went on a 2 day whirl wind goodbye session with all of my friends over the weekend (including a very tearful goodbye from Mr. Wyoming that was neither expected nor something I would have every imagined). And left for Arizona feeling a bit scared a bit excited and just ready for the next adventure in my life. So far I’ve been reverse bungee jumping, spent an afternoon on the lake for a location scout, seen a naked sex doll (plus man y breasts and ass!) and many hours exploring my new town. Lunch was spent with my feet dangling in the lake and an ice cream cone in hand… I feel like I’m a kid again. Like everything I’ve ever wanted is right here at the tips of my fingers and that I could have anything I’ve ever wanted if I just asked… it’s a great feeling and the first time in a year where I could just let my breath out.

More details to come… but am fried at the moment.

Sending my love from the lake!
XXOO
Hardt

Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, shame on me. Hurt me 6 times...

You would think that after all this time I would learn… I know that Mr. Green has the ability to hurt me still, which is why we stopped talking in the first place. And deleting has a facebook friend was a step in the right direction… but when I found out that he was upset that I had deleted him as a friend I stupidly sent him an IM. Now I know I shouldn’t’ have, but I’ve gotten very nostalgic while packing and I guess I just wanted to say hi… at first he was really mad. And even was like goodbye Hardt. But then he softened up a bit and we started talking. Everything seemed ok so I didn’t want to pres my luck and told him that I had to get back to packing but that if he finds himself in Havasu over the summer look me up. Which was my mistake. And so what followed could be deemed as my fault. I know I’m still in love with him. And I know he decided to choose his this new girl over me (the week before I was going down to see him!). So I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s so into he’s going on a road trip to Utah. But what did come as a shock and literally made my heart drop was when he suggested they come and visit me. My ex. Who I am still in love with. Who I can’t get through a day without thinking about. Without feeling broken. Without hurting. This same ex has suggested him and this new wonderful girlfriend come and visit me in Lake Havasu. I couldn’t believe how insensitive he was. How complete Douche-like. He has to know how hurt I was when I found out he was with someone else. We haven’t had one exchange of words since I found out about the girlfriend a month ago. He’s sent texts that went unanswered. And he sent im’s that went unanswered. But not one word has exchanged. And now he thinks that I would be ok with him visiting and flaunting this girl in front of me. You can guess that answer was fuck no. And I wish I could have said that I actually said those words to him. Instead I just told him that no that would be awkward. Signed off my computer and started sobbing… I know he always hurts me. And yet it doesn’t stop me from missing him so much that I do know what to do.

But what it does do is make me so happy that I’m leaving for Havasu. So happy to have a fresh start. Sure it will be strange having his brother and their former roommate up tomorrow night, both are coming up to attend the going away festivities. And I’m sure at one point I will really miss him. But luckily I will have my girls around me. Mr. Ex will be making an appearance (as well as an appearance in Havasu, more on that to come though!). Mr. My Harry will be making an appearance… So really I will be surrounded by the boys that do love me. And maybe all that love is much better than being around the one who just doesn’t love me enough, someone who is so unworthy all the love I have for him.

A single red tear...

I’m excited to announce a fresh start for Hardt. Though sadly this fresh start will include fresh water instead of Salt Water. Over the weekend I was offered a job as the assistant production coordinator of a rather large horror film being shot in Havasu over the next 5 months, we shall call it Killer Fish- obviously not the real name but I would lose my fancy new job if I actually told you that! It’s very exciting for many reasons, it’s being made by a production company that I love, it’s a huge stunt show (and we all know how much I love me my stunt men) and most importantly it’s a way for me to get out of Los Angeles and try and get over these men in my life. I’m not running away exactly, just trying to have a fresh start and clear my head a bit. On hearing that I got the job my first impulse was to call Mr. Green. I don’t know when I’m going to stop thinking about him, god I hope it’s soon! But even now, after deleting him from my life and even deleting him from my facebook account I still thinking about him every day, and still even shed a tear of two on most days. I know, pathetic. But I’m trying to move on. I just hope putting even more distance between the two of us will do some good.

As for the other Mr.’s in my life it’s all the same tale…Mr. Uni apologized and apologized for coming between Mr. FB and I. And for once I stuck to my guns and told him that no we cannot be friends and even after all that he even had the audacity to ask for the link to the new blog. Let’s just say he got a HELL NO from me… Mr. FB himself has just turned into the same guy I always date. I don’t know why I ever thought he was a nice guy. When I told him I was leaving for 5 months and wanted to get drinks, his response was it’s possibly but I’m really booked this week. But the real shock of the ex’s came last night in the form of Mr. Wyoming. After sleeping together in December and us both realizing what a mistake that was (let’s just say we never had the best sex but that really was our worst…) I breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally out of my life for good. Well turns out I spoke to soon, and like always he tried to weasel his way back in. Luckily this time I was able to respond very simply- Sorry I’m really busy packing this week I’ll call you when I get back in 5 months.

So the men have all gone. Mr. Uni has finally stopped his frantic emailing. Mr. Wyoming didn’t like my sarcasm. Mr. FB doesn’t seem to mind that I’m gone. And as for Mr. Uni, he doesn’t even care… that being said it’s going to be great to get out of Los Angeles for some time. Because I’m just not finding what I want here… and I came home this afternoon to what I want, it just wasn’t for me. My roommates new boyfriend spent the entire afternoon cooking a romantic dinner, complete with a table set with red roses and candles… with all my failed romances and mismatched dates, the most pathetic thing is that at 29 I’ve never once walked into my apartment to any type of flowers for me. And with that I shed one last rose red tear…

Death by cuddle

When Mr. Ex and I got together the second or maybe third time around we use to get into these little tiffs cuz I would make an excuse to sneak out before sunrise. I’d always leave about 6 and he never understood why I couldn’t just relax in bed with him for the morning. Part of it was that I was still pretty awkward at the morning after but part of it was I use to feel claustrophobic. He’s a full body snuggler and I would be practically smothered in my sleep. Luckily it’s something I outgrew and now I like nothing more than a great cuddle and to lay in bed all snuggly all morning. That being said I was shocked that at about 4 this morning I was wide awake and having practically a panic attack in Mr. FB’s bed. He too is a full body cuddler. In fact he even goes a step further and not only cuddles but nuzzles the back of my neck as I sleep. He’s also a human blanket and raises my temperature about 30 degrees when we sleep. But still we’ve been sleeping together on and off since January so it’s not like I wasn’t aware of any of this. But this morning for some reason it left me feeling very claustrophobic and wanting to run screaming from the bedroom. I didn’t. Instead I layed there for hours just thinking. Thinking about my life, and my loves and Mr. FB. And how did I get here. This girl who is once again afraid of intimacy. Now sex, that I’m not afraid of. That I love! But the intimacy of being held all night long, that petrifies me. I think it’s because I’m afraid of falling for someone again. I was 3 times burned last year and looking to not put my hand back in the fire again. And it’s not that Mr. FB and I don’t have a great time together. In fact when we are together everything is great. He talk, and laugh, and kid and I may even do a bit of gigging… But I know that as soon as I leave his bed that his mind goes somewhere else. And I think to someone else, but haven’t asked. Sure I wish we could go back in time to before Mr. Uni came between us. And before I wigged out on him. And before he closed himself off. But I can’t… and I think that last night laying there it just didn’t feel right anymore. This morning it passed and we giggled our way through him getting ready for work. He’s going to see Watchman with his office today since they did the marketing for it and he even did a little superhero run, complete with cape, to make me giggle. But sadly that giggle left me as soon as I step out that door… because even I know that this cannot last.