Wednesday, December 12, 2007

I Am A Slut For A Party

Just invite me, and I'll go unimaginable distances. Like last weekend when I drove 368 miles to LA Daddy's birthday party. It was so worth it. If you go to his site, you'll see the photos he took. I didn't take any photos because--because I just didn't. Even though I took my camera to LA. And I had my cell phone camera with me. But, well, I'm just not one of those people that wants to memorialize every event. Sometimes one just has to let one's memory do the job.

If you go to that site, you'll see the back of my head in the next-to-the-last photo. Isn't my haircut great? I spent several days before my trip polishing up that old investigative reporter's elbow so I could find the wonder woman who has cut my hair in LA. Christina Cesna ("as in the plane") and she's at Fabric in BH. And I love her. Because she makes me a reasonable facsimile of presentable.

At the party, I talked to...here's the obligatory listing of fellow bloggers:
Whit, who is first this time because he was forgotten last time, even though he let me slip and slide down the hill and I broke my crown and didn't get home in one piece;
Kevin & his trusty mate, Will, who is a gentleman, even if he's in love with Kevin, who did end up ass over heels on the way to the hot tub when all and sundry were going for that final final drip through;
the lovely Kim who was svelte in a garment cunningly decorated for her by her oldest son, who surely will be on some Bravo reality show so remarkable was his ability to get the chocolate splotches just so;
Neilochka, known throughout the blogosphere as the consort of the lovely Sophia;
not to forget--ha!--Liz who really is goddessy everyday; and the kettlerattler
and the faithful mates, Trish and Karen and Will, and...and...and...
my publicist and my lawyer and my greengrocer, without whom none of this would have been worth the price of a bag of Boston Bibb not to mention those three stalks of celery that have been dogging my steps, stalking me you might say....and...and...and...--!

6 comments:

  1. That was 368 miles one way, right?

    Thanks for including me on your obligatory list!

    It was fun!

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  2. Did you do a gift grab or was this more of a come as you are and slide on over to the keg kind of event. I prefer the latter for reasons I've stated in today's post but alas, it seems no one throws a party anymore without the damn Yankee Swap element.

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  3. whit: one way, you got it...

    rattling: and you, as well. and debating Israel. and listening to you gabble in Hebrew with Sofia. And...and...and...

    cce: no, neither gift grab nor kegger. this was a blogger's party in the hollywood hills, which carries a cachet of its own...you never know who you're going meet on your way down.

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  4. L.A. Daddy3:22 PM

    Thanks for making the trip down!

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  5. Jacques Weiss6:14 PM

    It's understandable for people to love attending parties, who doesn't anyways?

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So--whaddaya think?