Thursday 2.04.10….Friday 2.05.10…Saturday 2.06.10

I am going to give you the shorter cleaner version.. in a few days I will be releasing a different blog which shows a little racier content honoring the gays in my life.

Our first LA party was at a club called Tigerheat which is an 18 and up club with a 21 and up area. Trust me, I almost had a heartattack too when I heard that. I know it appears that I do nothing all day except party with gay men but I can assure you that I would much rather be at home watching a movie then dealing with a bunch of ridiculous 18 year olds in an over crowded, packed, sweaty dance club. That being said… we had a blast! Perez Hilton was there for a minute and I didn’t want to be weird and take a picture, so you just have to take my word for it again.

First we went to our PR guys house for some pre-party drinks and food. He has two very cute dogs who I was trying to bond with of course… I am very much missing my dog these days and tend to gravitate towards all animals that I see. The one on the left is a little nervous, I think she might have been a rescue, but the one on the right is a lover.

The ever so funny Justin Martindale… get ready to see a lot more of him! I swear I cannot get enough of him… he is so goddamn funny…. I just want to put him in my purse and carry him around all the time.

It looks like we own the building! Love it!

and…. two of my favorite people

Moving right along to Friday night at MJ’s bar in Silverlake….

DJ, Tommy Defendi, Jenkki Jen, Ryan Raz and Eric who supported us the entire weekend at all of the events! Thank you!

Justin and one of our very first Suite 703 models Brad Benton… love that guy! He is a mainstream actor as well… read here. But yeah, they were having a hair contest I guess.

We heart Drew Cutler.

Wait til you see the footage from these nights. Hilarious.

Always carry a Sharpie my friends.

SATURDAY crept up and we went to Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles. I was so excited and so hungry.

awwww

We had dinner at the Sofitel in a restaurant called Simon owned by Kerry Simon. (Read more here) Good thing they put us in a seperate room with a door.

There are too many porn stars here to name…

For my appetizer I tried the tuna tataki tower with a lump crab topping. All of the elements would have been fine on their own,  but they just didn’t work together. The crab was warm with a mayonaisey mixture, the tuna was cool and the rice was lukewarm. It was drizzled in eel sauce and in theory all of these things sound like they would work together but it was very confusing. It didn’t know if it was a cold dish, a lukewarm dish or a hot dish. Disappointing to say the least. And it looks like a pile of vomit.

For my entree I had the beef carpaccio pizza with white truffle oil. The bleu cheese was overpowering so I ended up just picking off the beef and eating it by itself. Not so good.

The lobster curry soup was actually not that bad…

The highlight of my meal was sitting next to Justin and having him accuse me of leaving my toe seperator in his soup. Oh my god, I spit wine across the table, had tears streaming down my face and pretty much lost my shit in front of everyone. If you have never had a pedicure you probably have no idea what I am talking about. Funny shit.

We hosted our third and final LA party at a place called CherryPop at Ultra Suede

Holy crap look at his abs

I had to pop over to Here Lounge to say hi to Chi-Chi La Rue and Jason Sechrest at their party for a minute….

how artsy !  hawt

Jenn and Tommy and Christy

And my favorite shot of the weekend… Jenn looking like she’s terrified of Trevor Knight.

A good time was had by all.

Wednesday 2.03.10

So much for not drinking til I got to LA on Thursday. We met JenkkiJen at her birthday party at a place in University Heights called Small Bar. It’s one of those cursed locations that hasn’t been able to succeed as a restaurant in years, but is doing quite well as a pretentious beer bar. Much like Hamilton’s they have a ton of snooty microbrew on tap and they make some fancy classy cocktails. I had a gin/Campari/sweet vermouth drink which was not too bad and then we all indulged in a delicious pickle martini… they tasted EXACTLY like a scratch-n-sniff pickle sticker! I have to find those… how fun.

They are so snooty they don’t even have shot glasses for us to drink our lemon drop shots out of! Lame!

I brought Jenn (a fellow fag hag) a 20×30 poster of her favorite gay porn star, Tommy Defendi. I had decorated my walls with these a few weeks ago when they were all in San Diego to feed their egos. I had to put a bow on this one and give it to her.

So he sat chillin’ with us all night

Look at her faking embarrassment about getting a giant dildo as a gift. Puh-leeze bitch, you love it.

Me with straight hair again… Becky talked me out of chemically straightening it. I am too lazy and retarded to do this to myself every day

Do you like my new glasses?

Joe and Vanessa looking cute as usual.

I know Joe doesn’t read my blog so I am curious to see if he ever even finds out that I post this photo of him. hahahaha!

Look! My shoes and purse match!

I am not sure what is happening here but they sure are funny.

I picked up a new pair of glasses the other day and was showing them to Tommy and Lauren in my office. They are smaller and rounder and have a copper wire top. They were both asking me how blind I was and tried to look out of the lenses. Since I am 20/400 they almost got instant headaches. That means that what normal people see at 400 feet I see at 20 feet. That means that if I do not have glasses on and try to play baseball I will get hit in the face with the ball. This is my conversation with Tommy.

Tommy: “Oh wow. So that’s why you aren’t self conscious about the way you look in the morning. It’s because you can’t see yourself.” (speaking about my hair)

Me: “Shut the fuck up. Ok, you’re right. That is totally true. I have no idea how hideous I am because I can’t see shit.”

Tommy: “You are really blind”

Me: “Yeah it’s awesome when I am having sex with my contacts in because I can really see what’s happening and fully appreciate what’s going on. Sometime I don’t even see everything because I don’t have sex with my glasses on, ya know?”

Tommy: “Yeah, that’s interesting.”

He leaves the room. He comes back in two minutes.

Tommy: “So wait a minute… all those times you thought you were having sex with a guy with a big dick he was probably fisting you!”