Sunday July 25, 2010

We slept in a little after our hectic ending to a otherwise awesome day. Grabbed a bite to eat and then to the pool to catch some last minute sun before going our seperate ways. Nikki and Rob had a late flight back to Boston, but I was heading to LA at 2:15pm. I realized that you can check into your flight at the bell desk at MGM! For a mere $10 they will check you in, give you a boarding pass and take your luggage to the airport for you! It was totally worth it because it gave me an extra 45 minutes to hang out with the kids. I also walked outside at the exact minute the airport shuttle was getting ready to leave, so I avoided the long cab line and made it to the airport in perfect time for just $7. Bonus!

I flew to Burbank to visit Christian for a couple of days. I was supposed to be with Lisa Ann this week in Greensboro, NC but something got screwed up with the club and the plane tickets and they purchased a non refundable/non transferable ticket for her regular roadie, Gina. I was a little relieved to be honest, because I am ready to just chill out in San Diego for a few days. Since I had already made plans to see Christian and meet his parents who are in town for the week, (it’s been since January because of our little spat) I decided to re-route and come here and take the train back to SD on Tuesday. I was supposed to meet his parents last year when they were in town and were coming to San Diego for the day but I think they got caught up in traffic or something and changed their minds. Anyways, I was looking forward to spending some time with him and was looking forward to meeting the ‘rents. We went to Ruth’s Chris in Anaheim and I remembered to order my steak on a cold plate instead of the 500 degree sizzling plate. Unfortunately the butter doesn’t melt when you do that and it wasn’t quite the Ruth’s Chris experience. I only bothered with the photo of the beef carpaccio because it looked like a pineapple.

I was a little anxious about meeting them: I mean I am the one who has been exploiting their son on camera for 6+ years as a performer and was the one responsible for his career as a producer, a smut peddler, if you will. If it weren’t for me, he might just have run off into the sunset with a lovely “civilian” (the word we use for non-industry people) who works in a library. HAHAHA! Yeah right! Being at a dinner for 3 hours could have gone either way. They are conservative Republicans but then when I really thought about it… Christian is about as deviant as they come, so what the hell was I afraid of? If they still love him, they can’t hate me too bad.

Dad has 5 college degrees: 2 bachelors, 2 masters and a PhD. Mom is very religious and gave me a hug in the first 5 minutes of meeting her because I had told her I left my job in the porn business. His Dad is from Boston and his Mom is from New Jersey but moved to Texas many years ago and raised their 3 boys there. His Dad was very inquisitive about the business and the whole time he was asking questions about the industry he would apologize to his wife and say that that was the last question he would ask. Then he would ask another question. She would listen quietly, intently. They want their son to be out of the industry but how can you argue with the money to be made and the success he enjoys? We talked about the possibility of Christian and I traveling to Texas to visit San Antonio and Austin and we talked about visiting Japan to visit his other brother who lives there. We talked about growing up on the east coast, “all set”, their 2 grandchildren that they adore, the death of my parents and the relationship I have with my siblings, the traveling that we have all done, the pink monkey and to be honest…there wasn’t an awkward moment at all. Well, only when his Mom tried to get me to tell her the name of this blog. I don’t think so lady. I managed to make his Dad belly laugh several times so I think I got some extra bonus points for being funny. His Dad suggested that Christian and I go into business together and I reminded him that might end in the gruesome murder of his son.

I felt like dog shit, I have a head cold and a nasty cough developing…so we went back to his place and I passed out on Nyquil. I was going to try to get him to go to Bikram in the morning with me, but it’s not looking like it the way I was feeling.

Thursday May 13, 2010

[Day 3 in a row at the gym. Same weight]

I met Tommy at a place called The Big Easy for a New Orleans style dinner. Frank Terzoli, a former Top Chef contestant, owns the place so I was excited to try his food. We sat down and realized that they don’t have a liquor license yet so we politely told them no thank you and left. It’s my own fault for trying to go to a restaurant without a functioning website. What an idiot. We went approximately 25 feet across the street to none other than Fiesta Cantina: our favorite place for drinks and gawking at hot gay guys!

This is Bonnie, the cutest sweetest lab mix who kept licking my fish eye lens.

This is by far one of my favorite fish eye shots to date!

Tommy had to head home so I flipped a coin and met Tim down in Ocean Beach at Tony’s and then we ended up at Sunshine Company. I like OB, I need to get down here more often.

He was with some friends who I cannot for the life of me remember their names. I am so bad.

This is lovely. Maybe one day when I get published in a magazine I will use this as my “Meet the Contributors” shot.

It was good to hang out with Tim, we did a little shit talking about NA which is always healthy! haha! I think I might have offended his friends a little because I was kinda fired up today. His buddy is a Hawaiian, Eskimo, Asian, part Black dude with a red beard and I just could not wrap my head around that. He was a cool guy and he began giving me a bunch of shit back, too, so I think it was fine. I told them about my new idea for a video blog and they loved it. It’s basically like Man vs. Food…. but it will be Girl vs. _____. Fill in the blanks with whatever alcohol is on the menu for the night. What do you think? I think it will be highly entertaining and self deprecating which is always a blast. I am going to wait and shoot it with the Canon I am ordering

In other news: Today was interesting because I took a call from Christian who I haven’t spoken to in months. Christian was a very good friend of mine for a long time but things got a little ugly with us professionally (he is a content provider) and I chose to stop speaking to him because of the unnecessary drama he was causing me in my life. I am sure he has a different opinion about why we stopped being friends, but nonetheless, we hadn’t spoken in a very long time. He sent me a text a few weeks ago telling me about how my blogging during my trip to Australia and New Zealand has inspired him to see and do more while he was traveling. Christian likes to sit in his hotel room playing World of Warcraft and he likes to go to the gym for hours on end. I’m sorry but if you can do that shit at home, then why bother going on vacation at all? Anyways, in a nutshell he called to tell me that he underappreciated me while I was at Naughty America and he wanted to take me to dinner. (I am going to go ahead and take this as an apology for his erratic and ridiculous behavior towards me earlier this year.)  I told him the only way I would go to dinner with him is if he flies me to Texas (his home state) and takes me to dinner there. That fucker owes it to me. So we shall see if it happens. I do miss him a little bit. And I meant what I said when I was a guest blogger on his blog at the end of 2008. (PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! there is a bunch of smut on there with no warning page and stuff you might not want to read about) Our relationship had changed dramatically over the course of 2009 and we were far from BFF status. Maybe now that I don’t work in the industry and have to deal with his unprofessional horseshit on a day to day basis, we can become “friends” and talk about things that do not involve porn. I can think of a few people who might disagree with the decision of letting him back into my life, but hey…things are on my terms now and I don’t have to talk to him if things get ugly again. I’m hoping we can be friends and I can continue to assist him in being less of a douchebag. Hi Christian I know you’re reading this.

Tuesday 1.19.10

This is a particularly crazy week and almost all of my days are booked with meetings and appointments and the juggling act of running production for both companies. I also had a hot date with 210 tonight.

JK…

Christian (many of you know him as male performer, producer, internet troll, predatory milf recruiter, message board flamer… I could go on) was coming to the San Diego offices so we could have some much needed professional one-on-one time to discuss the content that I buy from him. We haven’t hung out very much lately and we are both very very busy. He used to deliver content to me regularly but since his cameraman switched to tapeless, he simply works too much to take a leisure trip to San Diego. We have an interesting (and mildly dsyfunctional) relationship… professionally and personally. Just the other day he told me that he loved me and hated me in the same sentence. I was also called Hitler a few weeks ago. lol. I hope that we can both step outside of our own egos and realize that we need to change the way we communicate with each other. I know I definitely need to take a step back. He busts his ass for me and I know I can be gruff at times and may not show appreciation where he might expect it. That being said, I don’t need to get phone calls at ten o’clock at night about a particular model’s new boob job. I try to draw the line somewhere and set some boundaries, most of which are generally ignored by my dear friend.

That being said, after several hours of bickering he left for the gym and I watched a bunch of gay porn while waiting for him to finish so we could go to dinner at Cowboy Star. I am always hesistant to eat here since the last time I went it was below average. It seemed like every single one of their appetizers had a sauce on it that tasted remarkably like Dinty Moore beef stew. Yes, I know it’s revolting that I can recognize the flavor of something so dreadful. But I can also admit that I have enjoyed many cans of Chef Boyardee’s Beefaroni in my life. And Cheez-Whiz, too.

I ordered the venison carpaccio (it was average, a little spongy to be honest)

Christian ordered the steak tartare and then attempted to not let me share. Evidently he has forgotten the rules of dining with me.

I had the 20 oz bone-in rib eye with a side of roasted bone marrow.

Since it was restaurant week and the place was packed with cheap diners, we sat at the bar and shot the shit with the bartender for a little while. He said that there were some people down at the end laughing at us because Christian, the 6′ 4″ neanderthal ordered the 14 oz. steak and I ordered the 20 oz. The steak was ok, but I might be spoiled lately with my dining experiences in Vegas.

All through dinner there was this cool shadow cast on his face from the window decal. Quick call Gene Simmons!

This is how I felt at the beginning of dinner.

But it’s amazing how 2 glasses of red wine and a chocolate bread pudding change my mood. Of course, he ordered the peanut butter mousse with bananas because he knows I hate bananas on my dessert. Nothing has changed in our time apart.

We went back to my loft and watched some more content and gossiped about people in the business before crashing out. I have been getting up super early to workout at the gym and that 5am alarm is going to come very soon. yuk