1.4.16 last night (2004-10-21 08:46)
oh my head. i am quite possibly still drunk. my bastard dog needed a walk. in the evil sunshine of 8 am. i can never be the bum i quite deserve to be. so, made a smoothie & had an emergen-C powder drink and now just waiting for the hangover to kill this day.
went to a party for Flaunt magazine, my old mag family, at the Concorde, the most LA of LA nightclubs in Hollywood (let’s just say lots of Bennifer parties happened there back in the heydey.) complimentary beverages: Absolut Raspberri, which i hope to never ever drink again because it’s precisely the type of flavored vodka that makes you feel the most dirty-drunk, like sluttiness on top of alcoholism, you know? My guess is i had a dozen drinks? ugh.
Eva Mendes and Tony Ward were the hosts—I don’t know who Tony Ward is, but Eva Mendes was indeed there and like my encounter with Salma Hayek at another Flaunt party, totally disappointing. She was like wearing a stupid newsboy style hat, like 3 years too late. Daisy Fuentes was also there, looking rather ravishing. Simon LeBon was apparently there. A lot of other famous types I couldn’t be bothered to identify. Oh, best of all, we ostentatiously sat in a reserved booth, and a half hour later a totally freaking-out photog kicked us out informing us that booth was for Prince. fair enough. by 11 he still hadn’t come and it looked like some big joke. when we were on our way out, as life goes, i stumbled, with nearly drink-in-the-face disasterousness, right into him and his people who seemingly emerged out of a broom closet. Prince was very, very petite and was wearing a white turtleneck sweater—the sweater and his very stoned half-open eyes gave him the look of a little lamb. half cute, half totally gross.
1.5.8 people are really moving to canada. (2004-11-15 09:05)
while i love this, i wish all the people i hated were on this pilgrimage. canada is so easy to avoid. maybe i don’t hate enough progressive liberal quitter types?