19 posts tagged “weekend”

Wednesday Alexis, our friend Matt and myself went to get some sushi on Melrose. During dinner Matt's watch broke. :( We still had a ton of fun.

Thursday I went out with Blaire and her ride has these hot pink lights in them. Tigggghttt... We went to Lola's and I got shithoused off of two martinis. Then we called Matt to come hang out cause he was in the area and so we went to his place and played Connect 4 after what as some sort of a bar fight at the Village Idiot.

Friday night I knew we were going to Foxtail for a birthday party. This is the video I made before I left:
We had some fun. I hate those kinda clubs though.

Saturday morning I woke up at my friends house and Alexis and I decided that Saturday was Target day. We had some fun in the kids section.

Saturday night we met up again for a quiet night of garage photo sessions and hookah. Oh, and we ran in to Santa:

OK... So yeah... Next weekend will be much more thrilling when I'm writing to you live from my parents office, pigging out on ham sandwiches and whining about missing my friends.

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.

On Sundays I totally want to not live any more. Every Sunday, there is at least one moment when I say to myself "It would have been convenient to have not woken up today."

Sundays are boring and guilt-filled days. You regret everything you've done and haven't done and you're stuck in a place where you can't really do anything because a bunch of annoying religious-types decided a long time ago that Sunday was Punishment Day and all the banks and fun stores and cool things should be shut down or unavailable. This is the day you sit on your hands and watch your life spin out of control all around you. Don't even say anything because you won't get a response... It's Sunday.

Oddly enough, I never felt that way when I was working my real-person job at Defamer because I liked feeling important and didn't mind pushing through until Monday when my routine would kick in again. It's all leftover emotional shit from childhood, like that famous 60 Minutes quote from My So-Called Life that says something about the ticking clock and how it feels like it's actually counting down your life. I always felt that way Sunday nights growing up. After Murder, She Wrote and Touched By an Angel, the two programs I looked forward to all week, the week was over for good and what you've done and not done was in the books for life. It's like the night before running a marathon that you have to run to save your life or something. Who the fuck wants to wake up and run that day?

Not this lady.

So I'm metaphorically carb-loading and putting Band-Aids on my nipples right now. When you run 26 miles in a mesh tank top, your nipples are bound to wind up bloody.

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.

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On the phone Sunday morning:

Me: Friday and last night was Girl Talk.
Mom: How were the pot cookies?
Me: Oh. (pause) Good.
Mom: I read about them on your blog. I just wished you hadn't used a cookie mix.

Like after any bender, the typos on this blog have been upsetting the last 48 hours (more so than usual, I should say.)

It's not that I think words are spelled that way or that I think a comma belongs where it doesn't, it's just that I wind up spacing out mid-sentence while I'm trying to communicate something and wires get crossed, ya know? It's a lot like talking to me in real life.

I just ate those cookies and drank a ton and danced even more and smoked one million cigarettes and barely slept. Ya know, big kid stuff. Things that adults do.

I'm going to drink some orange juice and take vitamins and hope that I remember how to add numbers and use a keyboard in the morning. The numbers aren't that important, actually. I have a calculator on my Blackberry. I need the keyboard though. That's the big one.

Oh. Yeah. So, sorry or whatever.