festivus

i had a pretty good night. we went to our useumMay of ontemporayCay rtrAy downtown. where, though rachel offered to pay, i found street parking and made her walk thru sketch sections of little tokyo, after that we drove around, which made me love LA just a little bit more, and then we went to one of the theatres to sneak into a bathroom to change. totally worked! which is why the random tree and fountain pics... i was tempted to just sneak into the play (history boys) at that point but rachel was wearing heels. i took some legalIlay icturesPay of the urakmiMay xhibitEay. which was whimisical, grotesque, cute and threatening. it was awesome. the guards were totally on alert. but i give myself mad props for getting away with as much as i did. since the flashier phoneIay is what caught the guards attention the most. i lost an earring though- totally tragic. we made it to the party and we got there in an arrival gap- which i hate. bcs we're the only ones walking down a faux redcarpet, with photographer, interviewer, paparazzi... no seriously. i wouldve actually worn better makeup and done something with my hair had i known. but luckily rachel was there bcs i threw her right in front of the train, before she knew what hit her and used her as a shield as we waved to the cameras, she got interviewed by someone who was being fed factual info on us, then she dazed and i slightly irked but SMILING- we walked to the otherside. fucking hollywood. i still do NOT want to see those pictures. i'm sure the glamerous don't have to endure a full day of work before the festivities on a fucking thursday. anyway straight to the bar where i had a couple "christmas" cosmos... and you know, i'm driving, it's a work night, i'm driving, i can only drink so much to take advantage of an openbar... and starving, popped various appetizers in my mouth that in other realities and good lighting i would not dared to have eaten. they were not warm, but in other circumstances might have been good... had they not been so cold and ill conceived. the drinks though were strong, and dinner was decent. the music decent and while peoples responses to the party were from a hey, this is great! to.. um, yah, pretty good, mostly, i think... maybe. at one point rachel's vision started blurirng and she had to sit down, but that was only after one sip- i think maybe she's allergic to shrimp. it could've been because some guy walked by and said, these are the shortest tables we have- i don't get it. why is height like the last bastion of discrimination- mystery. fat or tall? you're mean for mentioning it. but somehow short jokes don't get old? she didn't get it. which okay was pretty funny in itself. i left her by the firepit and brought back dessert, bravely mingling with a few co-workers+guest. i asked one girl what she did to flippantly reply "nothing" and then when i said, oh well isn't that fantastic! (insert charming story of my dreams of doing nothing) she replied... uh, pet mortician. look i know as an actor you're a fucking cliche but don't be glib. be funny first, then glib and don't act like i talked too much about the "7up series" by saying at the end of the night "have fun with your 7upseries" as if that's the only thing i talked about. because i think what bothered her most is that i had a story for the fact she did nothing, and how i knew someone who actually used to be a beautician for dead people. so don't even try it! fucking actors. another guy said it was his mission to hit all the christmas parties he could. that was funny and charming. and felt no need to inquire further. and i met a guy named phil who worked in investment and threw out what i knew about international markets and order/chaos theory to at least be interested. yes, at one time i used to be a conversationalist AND some what of a social butterfly... which is why i was almost game to start a dance section with friend roxanne, and talked about my 3rd pyscho roommate and her mannequin (way before lars made it hot and inspirational), and had at least two good outs for being trapped in a conversation: come with me to the bar? and oh my god, is dessert being served?!

i still left thinking how about giving us a bonus check. i just overheard that it cost an additional $1500 to keep the openbar open past 10pm... i can only imagine what the actual budget of the party was- bought out the terrace, catering staff, two bar service areas... the fucking red carpet, free valet. and i'm sitting here making like $12 an hour after taxes.

but anyway i drove home not quite sober and woke up with a text from rachel saying, i totally have your wallet. but thank god you have your phone.

ps. BLUE & SILVER ARE NOT THE NEW RED & GREEN. AND THURSDAY IS NOT THE NEW FRIDAY IF YOU HAVE TO COME INTO WORK THE NEXT DAY. IT'S JUST NOT.