Dating in the City of Angels, as it turns out, is pretty hellish. After one particularly mind-numbing bad date, I went home to recap it with a friend over several vodka sodas.
“This is hilarious. You should start blogging these encounters”.
I never thought anyone would give a rat’s ass about my dates with clowns and monkeys, but I sat at the computer to see what I had to work with. Turns out, some pretty ridiculous and funny shit. Thus, Kat In Cali was born. Stay tuned.
*Disclaimer: I don’t actually date clowns or animals. Clowns should die.