25 posts tagged “parties”

I have had the year of my life and I don't remember any of it.

OK, OK. So there were great moments, like when I started doing the To Do lists at Defamer and when I met Alexis and when I fixed things with an old flame that I realized I was dumb for letting out of my life. I made a lot of big moves with my career, started some new projects that I can't wait to get off the ground in 2009 and watched my son grow from the tiniest little puppy to the strapping young man he is today. I danced on tables with Ed, cried my eyes out on a weekly basis and ate a ton of pizza. It was an above average year in every way.

Yet I am somehow incapable of putting together a year-end list that marks these highs and lows, mainly because the details have been wiped from my memory. This could be because I party a lot, but I'm leaning towards "if I was able to recall how much I went through this year I would probably need to stay in bed for a week and/or move home to my parents house and get a job waitressing."

So, I won't be able to offer you any sort of year-end round up the way I did last year with photos and music and text. BUT! I can offer you this... 365 images of me doing the stuff that made me MOLLS this year. 

Thanks for reading and for following me and my journey. It's probably going to be a really long one and I appreciate you hanging in there.

This year I will make one million dollars. 

Last night Ed, his cousin Maureen and I went to a Christmas party in Westwood that our friend Paul was hosting.

Paul and Jason originally recognized Ed at the bar from my old Defamer videos and then every since then we've all kinda kept in touch. Paul was my VH1 friend I was referring to in the MTV video last week. Jason, as a loyal reader of this blog and the one who introduced Paul to Ed and I in the videos, expressed to me last night that it was kinda lame sauce that Paul got an official blog shout out before me. We decided to remedy that.

This is the family photo we took in front of the tree. I'm the angst filled teenage girl who just wants to go listen to the Misfits in her room and write a manifesto about something hip but meaningless, Paul is the desperate housewife, Jason is the dad that works too much and sometimes hits Paul when he's stressed, Ed is the family prize/Fresh Faces of the Burlington Mall Modeling Contest Winner (Well, first runner up... but still, he's got bigger and better plans than the rest of us.)

It was a great night with good friends that I followed up with The Midnight Show at UCB. The show ran on the long side, but there were some of the smartest sketches I've seen in awhile, which is what really stands out when you're watching comedy at a local comedy theater. You don't expect to get something that's totally polished, but it's a chance to look in to some new whacky, intelligent shit that you don't usually run in to these days.  I'll probably update with pictures and stuff from that later, but if not, just know that if you're in LA and you like laughing a whole lot for only five dollars, you should check out the show one of these months on the first Saturday of the month.

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.

Well, the reader with the advice was right, because the base of tequila sure acted as a buffer for the illegal street hot dog I ate, and the six beers and Irish car bomb I chased it with. For honestly, I feel great today.

Right now I'm just coolin' in preparation for the sweat I will work up tonight with Hyde and possibly Mel.

Because I am exceptional at getting all upset over things, I'm going out with Ed for what will potentially be a salmon dinner followed by celebrating Prop 8 not passing in WeHo by doing body shots off a man named Starla.

Laters!