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