Thursday April 29, 2010

I drove to LA today to pick my friend Ben’s brain while he worked. He’s the awesome photographer that I had lunch with before my trip and he was shooting some smut today so I went to hang out and talk with him for a bit. I hadn’t been on a porn set on a long time and it was more fun that I remembered He gave me a lot of good advice and information for an upcoming shoot I have next week. It’s a women’s clothing catalogue and I have to tell you I am very nervous about it. I am pretty rusty when it comes to studio lighting and whatnot. But I do love a challenge and this is a paying job, so I gotta tackle it like a pro.

I met up with the gay porn boys that I love so much for dinner and drinks. We ate at Cafe Etoile with a rowdy group of about 10 or 11 of us. It’s a small little French restaurant in the heart of West Hollywood. My favorite funny man Justin Martindale was with us and succeeded in making me giggle hysterically all night as usual. I cannot get enough of him. Next vacation I am bringing him for entertainment value. Every time he calls me it goes like this: “Hi tranny, it’s me, tranny.” I have no idea why but it never fails to get me going. Luuuurve him.

Duck Pate (not a ton of flavor, but edible. Justin called it Fancy Feast lol) And I don’t think I have ever seen pate served at a restaurant with crackers?! Ghetto! Usually they spring for brioche. (little toasted bread for those that don’t know anything about pate)

I also ordered the escargot which were amazing… doused in butter and garlic and perfectly done. It was fun sharing with the brave eaters and then watching the others wig out about eating snails.

And for my entree I had the crabcakes which 818 had claimed were the best crab cakes he had ever had. I can assure you, they were the worst crab cakes I have ever had. Flavorless, over cooked hockey pucks. Obviously they changed the recipe or got a new chef because they royally sucked. 818 even tried adding ketchup to them and that didn’t help at all. I ate like 2 bites.

Tristan Matthews, Trevor Knight, George Jaramillo (standing in back…dreamy!) and Justin Martindale

I desperately want George to not be gay.

And my favorite gay Masshole, Trevor!

We went to The Abbey for a few drinks and then I retired to my hotel room. I had redeemed my free stay at the Standard in Hollywood for this incident. Thank you Jenn for making hotel security believe that you were me.

Hello _____,

I called your hotel last night and spoke to an employee in regards to a situation that occurred on Sunday December 6th at about 1:30 AM. An intoxicated woman that I know somehow talked one of your security guards into opening my hotel room door. Her name was not on the room, nor did she have a key to the room and one of your staff members assisted her in getting into my room by opening the door. There was no knock, and no one said anything, it just opened. I don’t want to get into the details of my activities when this occurred, but I can assure you I was mortified that your staff member saw what he saw. I am sure he was offended as well.

Is it customary for your security staff to allow visibly intoxicated people wandering the halls of the hotel into rooms without being authorized? Is it typical for the staff to let themselves into rooms without announcing their presence?

I am angry and humiliated at what happened. I have been a regular at your hotel and have stayed at the downtown Los Angeles location many times, have recently stayed at the Standard in Manhattan and have stayed at the Hollywood location twice in the last several months. This disappoints me because I do truly like staying here.

Please remind your security staff to be polite, knock before entering and announce themselves before barging into a room, especially in the middle of the night.

Sincerely,

Laura ________