Wednesday and Thursday July 21 and 22, 2010

Yoga. Blog. Yoga. Blog.

But really…on Wednesday I finally had a chance to meet up with Sigrid, my bff who I have not seen in well over 6 weeks but felt like 3 months. I went over to her house and hung out with her and the bebe and got caught up on all kinds of stuff. She had me watch Big Brother for the first time and explained it all to me and we discussed the possibility of me on that show. It is a lot of money for a 3 month committment but then I found out they have no internet for 3  months. ACK.

Alice like to position herself right in front of the baby while she is eating. Smart dog.

On Thursday I had lunch with an old colleague that built our tradeshow booth for NA. He was in town for Comic-Con and wanted to meet up! I hadn’t seen him in 2 years so he was a little surprised to see the changes in me. Long blonde hair, thinner, tanner, and no thick black glasses. We went to Cafe Chloe for lunch and had a glass of wine and shot the shit about business, the changes in both our industries, his family, etc… He is going to hopefully hook me up with exciting some work in the very near future. I don’t want to jinx it so I will wait til that meeting happens

I had the mussels and truffle pomme frites which were really fantastic. He had the smoked trout salad with green apples…not so much. I am not a huge fan of smoked fish, and especially not trout. (Sorry Pete)

I took off around 8 pm on Thursday night for Vegas and met up with Nikki and Rob for Danny’s 4th annual birthday bash! We landed, went straight to In-n-Out so Rob could get one of their awesome burgers and called it an early night at Danny’s house. I slept on the sofa and was awakened to his one year old German Shepherd fighting with the cats about every 2 hours throughout the night. Good times.

Sunday 12.20.09

As I was walking outside to go to breakfast with Tommy and 818 I noticed a lovely note on my door. Typed up on paper with 3 holes. I am so pissed that I got frazzled and threw it away… but it was something about my disdain and utter lack of respect for the neighborhood. I had sent my neighbors that live right next to me away for the night to a fancy hotel down the street. I even gave them some spending money at the hotel bar. (Not even a thank you… guess that is the last time I try to be so kind. Next time they can suffer through the noise) Anyways, after I kicked everyone out I guess someone must have thought they were doing me a favor and brought out a bag of trash when the party was over…. and then a bum must have dragged the stuff all over the sidewalk looking for some good shit. There were also about 50 cigarette butts out there and I did feel really bad. I mean I have only lived here for a month and I am already throwing loud parties and my guests aren’t even polite enough to dispose of their butts. It is pretty gross. We cleaned the mess up and when we went to the trash area a few feet away we saw this:

I should have grabbed these and stuck them in a jar and kept them. I mean who throws that away!? WTF? So bizarre! If you had that wouldn’t you destroy it and smash it into bits before throwing it in the trash? It seems like a very personal thing to be tossing away in the trash. Much like a credit card statement.

Anyways we ate at Cafe Chloe and drank $10 mimosas flavored with pomegranate and lavender lemon. Once we realized that we had spent enough money to buy a bottle of Dom, we headed to my favorite downtown establishment, the Tivoli! 4 pm crept up quickly and we went back home to gather the leftover desserts and head to #1 on Fifth to meet up with a bunch of people to hop on a bus and search for the best Christmas lights in SD. It turned into the 3 hour tour and we were fucking tired and over it, but it was a lot of fun.

Check out this scary moving robot called the Electric Giraffe … it’s very Burning-Man-esque but very cool. A bunch of kids were riding up top on a platform and it played cool music and hobbled around the streets.

I wanted to kidnap the baby Jesus from this lawn but I chickened out… probably better that way. Getting arrested for stealing lawn ornaments would not have been very smart. If I ever get arrested it better be for something good.

As you can see Tommy was sporting a very sexy Davy Crockett hat and is half in the bag at this point. I believe he began drinking heavily when the 11 year old would not leave his side.

And this nice old lady is about to celebrate her 100th birthday.

Do you think you will live to be 100? Do you even want to? I hope I live to be at least 80, but 100? Not so much. That is just too old. What kind of dementia will I have then if I can’t even remember what I ate for dinner yesterday? How many inches will I shrink? At that point I will be smaller than the elf I hired the other night.  Who knows though, I might just outlive all of my nieces and nephews and be full of energy. Sometimes people mistake me for being younger than I am and I often tell them that I made a deal with the devil. I tell them that he promised me that as long as I was producing porn he would make sure that I had a young looking appearance. Maybe I really did make that deal…. like I said I have a bad memory.

Week of 11.30.09 through 11.06.09

I went to a fashion show on Monday night with Lauren and James. It was put on by a group of students and it was not at all what I expected, but it was cute and fun to spend some QT with Lauren outside of work. Tuesday was the day my new assistant started (it’s funny how you get an assistant to help you because you need it and then you stress out more trying to train them and bring them up to speed, when sometimes it just feels easier to do the work yourself.) I like her though, she seems like she is going to work out. Plus she doesn’t mind us screaming all kinds of weird shit at each other in the office. Wednesday rolled into Thursday and I have nothing to report. I just worked long hours, didn’t eat anything particularly exciting but I did start back going to the gym again. It hurts a little, but it’s a good pain.

Friday morning was a champagne kind of day on “Live with Lauren” and if you don’t watch it, you are probably better off. lol We got a little nutty and of course managed to cry with laughter. We made fun of each other, made fun of some fans, shoved things in our mouths, did yoga poses and even got other employees to leave their posts and come down to the studio and join the debauchery. I had invited Joe from my high school into the chat room to check it out and it was mildly awkward for a minute but what the hell… Like I said, I am who I am.

I went to lunch at Cafe Chloe with Mike, one of the owners of Tivoli Bar and we got a little tipsy on some delicious Mt Edna chardonnay. I had the apple and fennel soup and the crab cake. What I didn’t realize is that the warm greens on the plate that I had been ignoring had chunks of thick bacon in it. Whoa, that was a close call of pig almost going to waste.

We ordered a caramel espresso bread pudding topped with vanilla ice cream that was to die for.

I floated back to work and was 10 minutes late to a meeting for which I had no choice to but to announce that I had wine at lunch and I was buzzed. It was so obvious! I went to happy hour at Bareback, flirted with the manager and made a little trip to the Hustler store

….to buy a red ball gag. I really don’t know what got into me, I just wanted to try it out. And guess what, it doesn’t fit and it hurts my jaw. $35 down the drain. Happy hour turned into midnight which made for a hell of a Saturday….