On a scale of one to ten, last night was at best... a bad decision. When will I learn!?
So the night began to unravel after Fliplet came over last night to hang-out. It was pleasant, but when she left the house felt so cold. I felt so lonesome...so hollow. So instead of doing the 'right' thing and going to bed (it's was like 11:30 pm) I decided to go out and....*drum roll* drink. Who would have thunk!? So I went alone to Canters Deli to imbibe in sorrow and fill my void with cranberry juice and well lix. Pretty, huh!?
Any who, a few friends showed up after a spell and I sat there alone at the table with them. They needed a ride to steve-o's joint to smoke a joint so of course I hopped on that opportunity. Little did I know what was going to be waiting in wings for me... there were 4 meat heads, one really funny southern alcoholic who I really like, steve-o, me and about ten of 'them.'
I felt so out of place amongst the blond girls from Georgia who just moved to LA four weeks earlier and are working at the strip joint where we went to support Robins Vag and got in a fight with the owner...yeah. What do I have to talk about with Angel, the girl whose first words to me where 'do you have blow? I love fuck on blow.' Yeah. I felt like I was in Sodom and Gemora (sp?).
It was fun being the anthropologist for about the first hour, then it got old- real quick like. But did I leave? No. Why? I couldn't tell you... could be the whole not wanting to be alone thing. Could be the tits. Whatever. Fabulous life in Hollywood huh!? *snicker*
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I've decided to slow drinking for a while... its becoming a crutch.
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Tonight I am going to a party for NEXT Models. This will be the polar opposite of last night... Tonight will be a room full of some of the most beautiful people around...NEXT has yummy models... My friend who is with NEXT is having her birthday party at the party. This one should be a hoot... but
that feeling is still there. I may just be sitting alone at another full table tonight. *sigh*
feeling: not so strong
listening: Boards of Canada, Mice Parade, Pinback
wearing: a beard and fred perry
something you didn't know: I collect Blenko Glass Decantors like this and this.
So the night began to unravel after Fliplet came over last night to hang-out. It was pleasant, but when she left the house felt so cold. I felt so lonesome...so hollow. So instead of doing the 'right' thing and going to bed (it's was like 11:30 pm) I decided to go out and....*drum roll* drink. Who would have thunk!? So I went alone to Canters Deli to imbibe in sorrow and fill my void with cranberry juice and well lix. Pretty, huh!?
Any who, a few friends showed up after a spell and I sat there alone at the table with them. They needed a ride to steve-o's joint to smoke a joint so of course I hopped on that opportunity. Little did I know what was going to be waiting in wings for me... there were 4 meat heads, one really funny southern alcoholic who I really like, steve-o, me and about ten of 'them.'
I felt so out of place amongst the blond girls from Georgia who just moved to LA four weeks earlier and are working at the strip joint where we went to support Robins Vag and got in a fight with the owner...yeah. What do I have to talk about with Angel, the girl whose first words to me where 'do you have blow? I love fuck on blow.' Yeah. I felt like I was in Sodom and Gemora (sp?).
It was fun being the anthropologist for about the first hour, then it got old- real quick like. But did I leave? No. Why? I couldn't tell you... could be the whole not wanting to be alone thing. Could be the tits. Whatever. Fabulous life in Hollywood huh!? *snicker*
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I've decided to slow drinking for a while... its becoming a crutch.
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Tonight I am going to a party for NEXT Models. This will be the polar opposite of last night... Tonight will be a room full of some of the most beautiful people around...NEXT has yummy models... My friend who is with NEXT is having her birthday party at the party. This one should be a hoot... but
that feeling is still there. I may just be sitting alone at another full table tonight. *sigh*
feeling: not so strong
listening: Boards of Canada, Mice Parade, Pinback
wearing: a beard and fred perry
something you didn't know: I collect Blenko Glass Decantors like this and this.
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Brent is a great guy. His events are huge on LA vibe and the crowd tends to not be too, uh, forward. But, he's a good guy.
Diggin the Blenko, by the way...