stratus-phere

the event did not go off without a hitch. it was downright embarrassing what happened to some of our attendees. i would suggest you avoid GOA like the plague. that place is ridiculous and i didn't have a good feeling about it there even AFTER the walkthrough. LAME. like any other club in LA and I've been to almost all of them. Nothing changes with these places, they cater to the lamest people on earth and they all happen to live in the LA proper.

what did i learn? not to trust superiors. my boss simply proved his mediocrity. the other boss just proved he wrote a check his ass couldnt cash. i will spare the details, it was pfft.

saturday, i got busy and did some springish cleaning, got my car details, washed my slipcover and clothes. then i got invited to a house party in the hills. perfect. there was a shuttle that would take us up yonder to the manse. party bracelets were necessary. i invited james and ryan to come with me.

we got there and our names weren't on the list. we immediately fixed that situation with a call to tara from motley bird. soon we were in a town car up to the party where I met up with maryanne and ki-moon. it was lame but the booze was free. the crowd wasn't packed but we liked the people watching aspect. soon kev and austin were with us. austin had latched himself onto a beat up coke user who looked like samantha jones w/ no plastic surgery and a heidi klum haircut. kev called her the BFG. yes he pulled out a Roald Dahl reference for her. I was deemed the Margarita Queen by the Margarita King and then met up with the Stratus owners. Lunch sometime this week is set with them about coverage of their events.

paris rolled up, and beckham was supposed to be there but these "Beckham's" were clearly look a likes. we got bored and decided to head home. we drank all night which means i climbed into bed with my sausage croissant, hash browns and oj as the son rose. i haven't done that in so long.

lots of thoughts about FL, especially on Sunday. he would have hated the weekend I had. And for that I am totally annoyed. why did he hate my lifestyle so much. what is so wrong about dancing, drinking a bit, meeting people who enjoy the same things you do and hearing good music. what was he put off by? the dress code? the annoying hollywood vibe? after awhile you get past that...he never could hang or get down with it. he wouldn't fight it, he would tolerate it and pull it out as ammo later about how different we were.

i spent plenty of nights at home with him not being out. i can say in the last month since he left, i've been out ALOT. and I've met alot of people. and i'm going to keep rocking it regardless.