Hungover

Thank you John (I will take all of your sarcastic remarks as compliments). I am excited that the blog officially has three members now. I will attribute this to the fact that the rest of you have not started work yet (assholes) and once you do...you will also be bored and wish to start blogging. FYI- I am changing the settings so that only ppl who can write in THE BLOG can read the blog.

on that note you can all hear about my weekend (and if you stop reading now then we arent friends)--->

On friday i went to the very famous chateau bar (next to chateau marmont on the sunset strip where I am sure Lindsay lohan has been caught drugged up on several occasions). Afterwards I headed to the trendy bar/club Winstons, which apparently the week before Entourage had blown up so its now on the verge of being post-cool. I went with an actress so I got to feel cool for the night by partying with her agents and being soaked in champagne and grey goose at a corner table where I am sure people thought I was a VIP having no idea that I make practically no money and couldnt even get hired to work at the club let alone drink for free in it. However, the table going fun ended at 2am- Only to be followed later by hanging out with the staff of Winston's where we scored free drinks until 4 am. How I drove the 1.2 miles home I have no recollection of, but I do remember the valet coming in the club around 3am to ask whose car was left becasue he wanted to go home. You can all guess then that by 4:30 am we were desperately trying to order food from pizza places that were closed, and so upset when we couldnt that we passed out until 11 am the next day when I abruptly awoke to my head pounding, still drunk and now very hungry. Sleeping in the previous nights clothes and then hitting up a french-style brunch spot on Melrose in always a good call...minus smelling like cigarettes and expensive vodka.

This of course led to a saturday full of nothing in which I was too hungover to move...only to be followed by a Saturday night of more drinking with some LA yalies at sean twersky's bday. Being a much calmer evening i was able to hit up malibu on sunday (6 pack of coronas in tow along with subway sandwhiches). By the time we left malibu it was late and we were hungry. Thus we headed back to hollywood where i was introduced to some very good looking actors who did not have to get up and go to work the next day. The hummus was fantastic, the shwarma decent and the chicken kabob was the best (except Mamouns (sp?) is still my favorite)..only to be interupted when one guy at the table (to remain nameless) mistook garlic butter for mashed potatoes and shoved a heaping spoonful into his mouth. We were still laughing an hour later because he looked like he was gonna puke (clearly he didnt go to Yale!!). I then went home and passed out (it was only 10:30pm but lets face it...i have to work on mondays).

So that was my trendy-cool weekend and it made me realize that hollywood is fun...work sucks...and I wish someone would pay me thousands of dollars to be goodlooking and stand in front of a camera. I suppose this may require a lot of make-up, a personal trainer and a smidge of talent, but who knows it could happen:)

I hope you people in Europe, NYC, northern cali, Japan, or whereever the hell you are will take the time to some day write in the blog so we may know all of your adventures. if not then john and i will simply be friends forever and fuck everyone else!