Sasha Darling & The BellJar Blog — Night Life

Charolotte vous être mon meilleur ami?

Went to see Charlotte Gainsborough last night with Olivia. It was beautiful; she was very sweet and almost shy. I was surprised to find out it as her first live performance and felt honored to watch her slowly warm up to the audience. By the end of the performance she was belting out songs and singing old Serge ballads. After every song in her sweet little tiny french voice she said "thank you" and that alone made the audience sigh. She has sex appeal, presence, style and the kind of sweetness that makes you just want to take care of her, brush her hair and be her best friend. I think she would appreciate BellJar, don't you? Charolotte vous être mon meilleur ami?


Had a bit of a tough week so it was perfect timing for The Loved Ones to have a reunion and for me to be surrounded by all my oldest and dearest friends. People came out of the woodwork for this show and there were people there that I had not seen on like 10 years. It felt kinda like my wedding since Bart Davenport played at it and it was pretty much all the people that we in attendance for that blissful event, but we kept joking it was way more fun because Mason (the ex) was not there. (Sorry Mason, you know I still like to see you in very small doses). It was held at this super cute little Inn downtown called the Crescent Hotel and their intimate ballroom is a perfect place to see a show. Only issue was, their bartenders seemed a bit in over their heads and when I first got there and really needed a drink. It took hem foreves to get to me. A couple of my friends from the east bay had rooms for the night to avoid drinking and driving and the rooms were charming. I decided this is good place for a little romantic weekend away, but local. The Mike Therieau band opened and they were amazing of course. Had not seen Pat Johnson in a long time and it was great to he is still such a talented musician. Not like that every really changes, but still a pleasure. He wrote a song about me once, I wonder if he ever recorded it? The great thing about the night was the reminder why I still, really do love S.F. I have such incredibly strong roots and support here and whenever I return to the scenes that I grew up in, I remember that. The SF vibe in the early and mid 90's with all the Mods, Rockabilly and Psych/Garage kids all hanging out together, being creative, making music, creating art and designing our supper fancy scooters, were such positive times. When I go to events where we all come back together, it makes me question why I would ever leave home.


Here's me and Andy on Baby Blue and Little Red Menace around 99

Before I went to the show, Dusty and I had a bite at The Rite Spot and we watched a rad older Asian fellow singing country music! It was a perfect beginning for my night. I always enjoy my time spent with Dusty. He such a sweet, smart stand up guy and he's feels like family. I know he would do anything for me, which is so nice with my real family so far away. I keep telling Jasmine she better marry him and make an honest man of him SOON and I better get to design the wedding!

On my way home from the show, I stupidly ran out of gas in the intersection right in front of the gas station. So here I am standing in the middle of the street at 2 am, by myself in high-heels and a short dress! Thank god three nice fellows came to my rescue. They tried to push my car up to the pump, but it was kinda a steep hill and it wasn't working, when four more guys walked by. In my sweetest voice, I asked them if they wanted to help a damsel in distress. They came running over and helped pushed my car to the pump! Yayy. Thanks boys. I made it home safe.

Getting away with it

9118_146720883269_53022303269_2565309_4393662_n I definitely need some inspiration to get me through the day. I woke up this morning with amazing hair and make up that resembled Alice Cooper. My dear friend Ashly is in town from New York so her and I and my other old friend Dawn went to dinner at Gracias Madre, the new vegan restaurant in the Mission. I of course adore it but I have also been on the vegan eating trip lately, like I do every 6 months or so. After 5 days in LA and no gym time I have been working out every day and only eating non processed foods. Anyway I digress. After my yummy dinner I decided to pollute my system with cocktails and we went over to beauty bar which totes sucked. Ran into a few friends but was so on my way home, grandma style, at like 10. Then it dawned on me it was soul night at the Make Out Room, and everyone knows I adore any and all soul nights. So we made our way the excruciating 3 long blocks (hey I was wearing super high heels) to listen to some good music. Long story short, I got there, and the music was good, and OF COURSE I ran in to the boy who broke my heart last year, and of course after he bought us a few drinks I had to yell at him for like two hours about how he needed to grow up, and of course he sat there and took it but just kept buying shots to possibly make it less painful, so of course I feel like dirt this AM. And I also feel like sometimes I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. But then again, I think that's what makes me, me. I guess I just tell it like it is. Anyway I have been contemplating this for months now, but last night, the earlier mentioned boy that I yelled at for two hours, told me how bummed he was because some people he knew were saying all this crazy stuff about me and my ex husband...things that were totally untrue and completely taken out of context; that paired with the fact that every boy I have had the pleasure of meeting lately either dated one of my friends or I dated one of his...makes me completely ready to leave San Francisco. It's just getting too small here and I feel as if I can't breathe or move around with-out running into someone or something that is somehow connected to my life in some way, shape or form. Plus I may die single here, which might not be such a bad thing as boys generally are tedious and often smell funny. Anyway, I have been contemplating cities. NY is out because it gives me anxiety. Brooklyn is on the table. I had such a good time in LA, although I pretend to hate it there, but I think its an option. Also I think about Marin or the country and I think YES, that's where I will go, but then I try to imagine what I would do for work and that dream goes out the window. So I'm gonna let it simmer for a bit, look for some investors and figure out where to open the next BellJar. I'm leaning towards LA. I kinda need some sun in my life. qj4K2adXnnqhlb9iUdXOz49mo1_400 siVkNOmrulkrpj37XKm9KS1Io1_400 cnzcmbgeyk4l1wiyrdkv68ozo1_400 ofGMFSqaDnn0xp4nVHTI3lcvo1_500 rDrz2QYGPn7gdl4xa5h23Q25o1_r1_400 tumblr_kut6r5MyJi1qa856ao1_400