Post by canadia on Feb 1, 2010 16:12:22 GMT -5
Another blogger who was at that one big party with Lady GaGa
Monday, February 1, 2010
Livin' La Vida LA,CA
Well. After six long and arduous months of bar hoppin, booty droppin, and pill poppin I've finally found my LA niche. It's taken awhile for me to figure out what scene in LA I am most comfortable in and it is definitely the "get drunk at a post Grammy party on Sunday night and hang out with hella celebs and the most attractive people ever at Prince's old house" scene. Last night, ABro and I attended the WME grammy party and oh boy, it was totally worth the pain that I am in right now. So for all of you out there who want to know what the cool kids are doing these days, pay close attention:
- Apparently traveling to mansion parties in unmarked vans is the hot shit right now. We basically parked in a parking structure, got in line with a ton of Amazonian women in fake fur and piled into shuttles with strangers. Thankfully, members of our van had a lot to say and an affinity for prescription drugs so obviously I knew we would be fast friends. I almost screamed with excitement when we roll up to the house and one of the WME agents informs us all that we are at Prince's old house. And he knows firsthand because he saw him here checking his AOL account on a laptop. LOL agent, LOL.
- The first celebs we see are Turtle and E from Entourage. I like the fact that they are both chain smoking cigs. I do not like the fact that they are both 5'5". MAX. I make a mental note of where they're posted up and if I can't find any better celebs to take advantage of me, I'll wander back over their direction.
- Second celeb sighting of the night is James Marsden and holy fuck he is the most attractive person I've ever seen AND a smoker. I quickly google him, find out he's married, consider giving up hope but then decide stalking is a better option. Shortly thereafter we are eyefucking the shit out of each other but then the back of his wife's (or mistress') head juts into my line of view. I decide I'm tired of these emotional games and I go off to find the champagne refiller lady aka my new best friend. Drinking numbs the painful sting of rejection.
- At about 10:15 my life changed. I'm standing at the top of the stairs, perfecting my LA apathetic cool look while I smoke my 8th cig of the night and I look down and see her. My idol. My inspiration. My soulsistah. LADY GAGA!!!!!! At this point, I've lost my shit. I'm digging my nail into ABros' arm and I actually start crying a little. I also say out loud "Oh my Gaga". People are staring but I can't control myself. She is 2 feet away from me. Her little star prop could've poked my face. I take my cellphone out to send a mass text and before I could say QWERTY, one of her bodyguards is up in my face telling me not to take a picture. I tell him I'm just trying to text to which he retorts "don't even take it out sweetheart." At this point Gaga has made her way to the dance room and I am actually a little scared for my safety so I decide to run off to my safe place: the dance floor adjacent to the bar. Which coincidentally happens to be right next to Gaga's table. What can I say? I have good taste.
- After ABro tries her hand at hitting on this dude that's dancing next to us and immediately offending him (AB, please note, asking a guy if he's ok while he's dancing is not the way to do it) I quickly start looking around for new friends and see Britney Spears. She is sitting at a booth directly across from Gaga's and looks like a goth Courtney Love. She is just staring angrily at Gaga's table with her arms crossed across her chest. Gaga had about 10 people surrounding her table and 4 paparazzos. Britney had her bf (hotttttt) and her chubby wingwoman. Gaga's bodyguards were swatting people away like flies, Britney's were napping in the corner. Gaga had Perez Hilton, Britney also had a chubby sidekick but Britney's looked like she was being paid to be there. The highlight of the night definitely was when Perez Hilton takes it upon himself to drag Gaga over to Britney's table to introduce them. Britney looked like she was about to cry then go and cut herself in the bathroom. Gaga looked like she didn't know who she was being introduced to. I would personally like to thank Perez Hilton for facilitating this oh so awkward meeting that I was privy to. Thank you PH, thank you.
- At some point in the evening ABro and I get separated and I do what I do best: smoke. I notice E standing two feet away from me so I ask for a light. He obliges then says he likes my dress. I ask him where Vince is. He walks away.
- ABro and I reunite and for some reason, she wants to leave the celeb infested patio and walk around. I am not too fond of walking or leaving celebs but I comply because I don't have that many friends so I need to keep the ones I do have. She drags me into this room with 10 people in it one of which is David Spade. He is sitting by himself, on top of a banquette and wearing a sweater vest. This is when I decide enough is enough and I drag ABro back to the real celebs who share my interests: smoking and eyefucking.
- Around 12:15 am Gaga has left. Gerard Butler has used a lame line on me. James Marsden still hasn't left his wife for me. I'm getting bored. ABro is swaying and offending even more guys. The veggie hot dogs are gone. We decide it's time to call it a night.
OTHER CELEB SIGHTINGS:
Common
Taylor Lautner
Ryan Phillipe
Williams sisters
Natalie from Bad Girl's Club (she was NOT running LA, fyi)
Andy Samberg
** I would just like to thank everyone involved in the best night of my life: GAGA (one love), ABro, Brent Bolthouse, Prince's house, the champagne refiller girl, my Ida Corr dancing buddy and WME
www.9021hos.com/2010/02/livin-la-vida-laca.html
Monday, February 1, 2010
Livin' La Vida LA,CA
Well. After six long and arduous months of bar hoppin, booty droppin, and pill poppin I've finally found my LA niche. It's taken awhile for me to figure out what scene in LA I am most comfortable in and it is definitely the "get drunk at a post Grammy party on Sunday night and hang out with hella celebs and the most attractive people ever at Prince's old house" scene. Last night, ABro and I attended the WME grammy party and oh boy, it was totally worth the pain that I am in right now. So for all of you out there who want to know what the cool kids are doing these days, pay close attention:
- Apparently traveling to mansion parties in unmarked vans is the hot shit right now. We basically parked in a parking structure, got in line with a ton of Amazonian women in fake fur and piled into shuttles with strangers. Thankfully, members of our van had a lot to say and an affinity for prescription drugs so obviously I knew we would be fast friends. I almost screamed with excitement when we roll up to the house and one of the WME agents informs us all that we are at Prince's old house. And he knows firsthand because he saw him here checking his AOL account on a laptop. LOL agent, LOL.
- The first celebs we see are Turtle and E from Entourage. I like the fact that they are both chain smoking cigs. I do not like the fact that they are both 5'5". MAX. I make a mental note of where they're posted up and if I can't find any better celebs to take advantage of me, I'll wander back over their direction.
- Second celeb sighting of the night is James Marsden and holy fuck he is the most attractive person I've ever seen AND a smoker. I quickly google him, find out he's married, consider giving up hope but then decide stalking is a better option. Shortly thereafter we are eyefucking the shit out of each other but then the back of his wife's (or mistress') head juts into my line of view. I decide I'm tired of these emotional games and I go off to find the champagne refiller lady aka my new best friend. Drinking numbs the painful sting of rejection.
- At about 10:15 my life changed. I'm standing at the top of the stairs, perfecting my LA apathetic cool look while I smoke my 8th cig of the night and I look down and see her. My idol. My inspiration. My soulsistah. LADY GAGA!!!!!! At this point, I've lost my shit. I'm digging my nail into ABros' arm and I actually start crying a little. I also say out loud "Oh my Gaga". People are staring but I can't control myself. She is 2 feet away from me. Her little star prop could've poked my face. I take my cellphone out to send a mass text and before I could say QWERTY, one of her bodyguards is up in my face telling me not to take a picture. I tell him I'm just trying to text to which he retorts "don't even take it out sweetheart." At this point Gaga has made her way to the dance room and I am actually a little scared for my safety so I decide to run off to my safe place: the dance floor adjacent to the bar. Which coincidentally happens to be right next to Gaga's table. What can I say? I have good taste.
- After ABro tries her hand at hitting on this dude that's dancing next to us and immediately offending him (AB, please note, asking a guy if he's ok while he's dancing is not the way to do it) I quickly start looking around for new friends and see Britney Spears. She is sitting at a booth directly across from Gaga's and looks like a goth Courtney Love. She is just staring angrily at Gaga's table with her arms crossed across her chest. Gaga had about 10 people surrounding her table and 4 paparazzos. Britney had her bf (hotttttt) and her chubby wingwoman. Gaga's bodyguards were swatting people away like flies, Britney's were napping in the corner. Gaga had Perez Hilton, Britney also had a chubby sidekick but Britney's looked like she was being paid to be there. The highlight of the night definitely was when Perez Hilton takes it upon himself to drag Gaga over to Britney's table to introduce them. Britney looked like she was about to cry then go and cut herself in the bathroom. Gaga looked like she didn't know who she was being introduced to. I would personally like to thank Perez Hilton for facilitating this oh so awkward meeting that I was privy to. Thank you PH, thank you.
- At some point in the evening ABro and I get separated and I do what I do best: smoke. I notice E standing two feet away from me so I ask for a light. He obliges then says he likes my dress. I ask him where Vince is. He walks away.
- ABro and I reunite and for some reason, she wants to leave the celeb infested patio and walk around. I am not too fond of walking or leaving celebs but I comply because I don't have that many friends so I need to keep the ones I do have. She drags me into this room with 10 people in it one of which is David Spade. He is sitting by himself, on top of a banquette and wearing a sweater vest. This is when I decide enough is enough and I drag ABro back to the real celebs who share my interests: smoking and eyefucking.
- Around 12:15 am Gaga has left. Gerard Butler has used a lame line on me. James Marsden still hasn't left his wife for me. I'm getting bored. ABro is swaying and offending even more guys. The veggie hot dogs are gone. We decide it's time to call it a night.
OTHER CELEB SIGHTINGS:
Common
Taylor Lautner
Ryan Phillipe
Williams sisters
Natalie from Bad Girl's Club (she was NOT running LA, fyi)
Andy Samberg
** I would just like to thank everyone involved in the best night of my life: GAGA (one love), ABro, Brent Bolthouse, Prince's house, the champagne refiller girl, my Ida Corr dancing buddy and WME
www.9021hos.com/2010/02/livin-la-vida-laca.html