4 posts tagged “games”

Look who it is, kids! It's Joe Gillette! OMG! I haven't seen this kid in a minute! Joe and I worked at HBO together when he was a college intern and now he's a real adult living in Los Angeles and making big things happen for himself. 

I called Joe when Alexis and I crapped out on the book signing/Bjork thing because it was a clusterfuck. He met up with us at Birds after we grabbed a quick meal at Swingers with Mel.

Then I called down some other folks and had a little party that basically involved me getting totally hammered, but in a really awesome way.

Here's a video Alexis took of me wandering around my friend's living room, dancing to Beyonce and generally being completely embarrassing:

Usually when I'm this drunk I'm behind the camera, hence the title of this video.

As far as I am concerned, this is the photo of the night. I like to call this the "triangle of judgment." Well, it's not really a triangle. Mel and Busch appear to be judging Alexis and Alexis seems to be judging them back for judging her. It's really complex. I captured a moment here, you guys. This is a moment. Like that song "Hanging by a Moment" by Lifehouse, but not really.

This is my second favorite picture of the night. I guess Beverly and I have different ideas about how to work the camera. To be fair, her way is more convincing.

I have to get to bed, it's really late... but this weekend was really fun. I didn't get enough Ed, but everything else was pretty on point.

Oh and speaking of on point, look how freakin' long my arms are, you guys. I don't think it's ever occurred to me that I look like Stretch Armstrong, but I'm pretty sure "really fucking long arms" is something I can add to my acting resume under "special talents"

That's crazed, right? I would be a huge asset on any professional Red Rover team. Anyone doin' that? You need a Molls? I can be on your team.

My cape became a toga and then finally a head wrap. Let’s just say there’s something empowering about wearing a head wrap when you’re flicking plastic cups around and chugging draft Bud Light. You can see the sass radiating off me. There should be a little talk bubble saying something like “You best not be showing your face on my doorstep after ruining my credit, fool.

Saturday night Alexis came over after she had dinner with her aunt and we played make up and went to the midnight show at UCB. Then I went to the after party, got drunk and didn't instigate any sort of argument.

We pose hard, we know. We pose real hard. But not in the ways that matter, right guys? I mean, we keep it pretty real except for when the camera is on. Then, and only then (with the additional exception of when we purge), we keep it real model-y.